“Too much?” he asked quietly, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. He would stop if she wanted him to. It would kill him. But he would do it.
“Yes,” she whispered. “No. Oh, god…” With a sound of surrender, she arched her back and pressed herself into his hand.
Adam pulled her sweatshirt up and off, dropping it on the floor as his hungry eyes roamed over her torso. Her skin was smooth, flawless, with light freckles on her shoulders from the sun, her breasts perfectly full enough to fill his hands. His mouth began to water as he imagined how her skin would taste and he started to kiss his way down her throat to her collarbone, her shoulder, the underside of her arm. His wolf pressed against his ribs, unable to stay still with so many emotions running through him, and he stilled for a moment as he fought the instinct to let him out.
“Please,” Faye breathed. “Adam…please.”
Growling low in his throat, he grabbed her by the back of the thighs and lifted her up the wall until her legs wrapped around his waist and those luscious breasts with their large, pink nipples were in his face. He sucked one into his mouth, ignoring the voice inside his head telling him to stop. To step away. To leave before things went too far and Faye was branded as his.
Because the truth of the matter was, it was way too fucking late for that. He’d known it the moment she came up beside him in the bar and asked for his help with those blue eyes of hers. The moment he’d smelled her scent and felt her in his arms on the dance floor.
Faye’s head hit the wall behind her as she wrapped her bare arms around his head to hold him right where he was. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, small sounds of pleasure escaping her sweet mouth as he sucked and nipped and soothed first one nipple and then the other. His fingers dug into her thighs, his blood on fire.
So many thoughts and feelings spiraled inside of him. This was too fast. He barely knew her. She had no idea what he was or what she was getting herself into by being with him. But drowning it all out was the burning need to possess her. To make her his. To make her feel so good, she’d never want to be with anyone else. The instinct so strong the only thing that could stop him now was the woman moaning in his arms.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered desperately against her warm skin.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she told him. “Please, Adam. Don’t stop.”
Closing his eyes, he knew it was all over.
Sliding one arm under her ass and the other wrapped tight around her back, he pulled her away from the wall and walked with her into her bedroom, carefully laying her on the bed. Straightening, Adam kicked off his shoes, then reached behind him with one hand, grabbed his sweater, and yanked it over his head, dropping it on the floor beside his shoes.
Faye’s eyes darkened as they traveled over him, much as he had her, taking in his shoulders, arms, and chest before dropping to his lean stomach. And lower. He liked that she wasn’t shy. That she looked at him as hungrily as he had her.
She watched as he unfastened his jeans with shaking hands, his stomach tightening as his fingers brushed his swollen cock. The way she watched him…gods. He was about to come before he even got his pants off. But, somehow, he managed not to embarrass himself, removing the rest of his clothes as she lifted her hips and shimmied out of her kitten leggings. Her slippers fell to the floor as they joined his sweater.
When she lay there with nothing hiding her from him, Adam found, for a moment, that he couldn’t move. He just drank in the sight of her. He’d never in his life seen a woman more perfectly made for him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Faye.”
“So are you,” she told him. There was a hint of surprise in her tone that made one corner of his mouth turn up.
She reached for him, and he lowered himself on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight. Their mouths and bodies surged together like they’d done this a hundred times, her hips rising to meet his. He wanted to slow down, to take his time with her. He wanted to taste her come on his mouth and feel her come apart beneath his hands. But that would all have to wait. Right now, he just wanted—no, he needed—to be inside of her.
But he didn’t have a condom.
He dropped his head with a curse. “Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?” Her eyes were wide and worried as she stared up at him.
“I don’t have anything,” he gritted out. “I don’t have a condom.” He wasn’t worried about diseases. He couldn’t catch or transmit anything like that. But he would not take the chance of getting her pregnant. With a groan, he sank his teeth into the muscle between her neck and shoulder.
Faye winced at the pain, but her nails dug into his back and her hips rose from the bed. Adam moaned as his cock slid along her thigh. “I don’t care,” she told him. “Probably stupid of me, but I don’t.”
“I can’t take a chance you’ll get pregnant.” Adam kissed the bite mark he’d left on her skin. “You barely know me,” he added as an excuse.
“I won’t,” she told him. “I have an implant. It’s good for another two years.” Lifting her arm, she stretched it out until he could see the small but unmistakable rod just under her skin.
That’s all he needed to fucking know.
Hunger flared within him, and he hooked one arm beneath her knee and lifted her leg, opening her to him. With one surge, he was halfway inside, Faye’s lusty cry of surprise ringing in his ears. She was wet, but she was tight, her body hugging him when he withdrew until his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Another push, and he was balls deep inside of her, swallowing her cries as his mouth covered hers.
He kissed her mindlessly, his body taking over as the blood rushed from his head, sensitizing his skin until every slide of skin on skin sent a rush of desire straight to his cock. Hips pumping, Adam cried out as he came so hard, he felt it all the way out to his fingers and toes.
Pulling out, he slid down her body and spread her legs wide. Her pink pussy was glistening with her desire and his, her clit swollen and begging to be touched. Adam lowered his mouth to her sex, tasting himself as well as her as he ran his tongue through her lips until he found her clit. With a moan, he sucked it into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub until Faye was writhing beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair and soft moans and cries coming from her mouth. A few seconds later, she arched, her hips rising and her body tensing, her hands holding his head where it was before she cried his name and bucked beneath him.
Adam rode out her orgasm, slowing only when she collapsed to the bed, breathless. Running his tongue over her, he drank her in, and she was even sweeter than he’d imagined.
Rising to his knees, he rolled her over, lifted her hips so her perfectly round ass was in the air, and drove back inside of her. Faye fisted the comforter, pushing her sweet ass back to meet him thrust for thrust as he told her how gorgeous she was. How perfect. And how crazy she made him.
