He pulled his finger from his mouth and teased her clit with it. She rested her head against her hands and moaned. His thumb slid into her, teasing her opening while his finger worked her clit. When her legs started shaking, he eased back, trying not to smile at her little wail.
He opened his jeans and pulled his cock free, enjoying the way her eyes glittered at him as he fisted himself, guided the head to her wetness, teased her some more. She growled, pushed back as much as she could though it wasn’t much. His thighs held her steady, but he’d teased her enough. He pushed into her, seated himself in one thrust.
“Oh, fuck, yes!”
“Stay still, Myra, I don’t want you getting rug burn on your knees.”
She growled again.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll do the work.”
He gripped her hips and began to move, rocking slowly at first to make sure she was ready, then harder when she pushed back for more. The slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh didn’t drown out her nearly constant moans and pleas for more. He gave her more until she cried out, her channel spasming around him in release, then gave himself to the sweetness of her hold. He dropped down over her, elbow braced next to her head so he didn’t smash her into the stairs.
CHAPTER NINE
Myra needed to get off her knees. Carpet was better than wood, she was sure, but it wasn’t good for long. She pushed up on her hands, ran into Adams chest. He wrapped an arm around her and stood, supporting her until she could get to her feet and make her slightly numb legs work well enough to climb the stairs. She would never look at stairs the same way again, that was for sure.
They staggered to the top and Adam nudged her to the left. She assumed Hillary had given him specific directions because he guided her to the second door, and inside. It was probably a lovely room, but mostly she just noticed the queen-sized bed and headed straight for it. The slate-blue comforter with sunny-yellow accent pillows was charming, but she’d barely processed it when Adam’s hands were turning her, lifting her onto the bed. She scooted back against the pillows and welcomed him into her arms.
He kissed her again, as he had earlier, with no sense of urgency. That had worked out pretty well for her, so she went with it, sliding her hands into his hair, rubbing her heels up his legs. Wait, he was still wearing his jeans. She pulled her mouth free and shivered at the wanting expression he gave her.
“Take your pants off,” she suggested.
He frowned, glanced down at himself then rolled off her, off the bed. She stripped off her skirt and bra, while he shucked his shoes and jeans. She quickly pulled the bedding down, stacked the pillows and arranged herself against them. She opened her arms, wanting more of the kisses, but he wrapped his long fingers around each of her ankles instead. Kissed one knee, then the other. Slid his hands up to tickle lightly at the back of her knee.
She nearly kicked him in the nose, and he quickly changed tactics, rubbing his slightly stubbled chin along her inner thigh. The feeling was almost unbearable, but so was knowing where he was headed. He slid his hands along the outside of her legs and underneath to cup her butt. Then he lowered his head to her clit, pulled it between his lips. She ground her heels into the bed, fisted the sheet in her hands.
God, he was too much. She could feel him, feel the connection she had to him gaining ground inside her, taking hold in a way she wouldn’t have thought possible for someone who wasn’t her mate. Hell, if she hadn’t already been mated once, she would be convinced he was hers. But, though the feeling, the connection, was tremendous, it was nowhere near the level of the real thing. She couldn’t complain, though. It was amazing, feeling even this much of him inside her.
He nipped her sensitive flesh and she lost all thoughts beyond what he was doing to her. His tongue speared into her and she brought her hands to his head, holding him still as he worked his way inside her. He moaned into her flesh and she gasped. His fingers tightened on her butt, lifting her even closer to him as he devoured her. She slipped a hand free of his hair, brought it to her clit and rubbed. Her knees closed against his head as the sparkling feeling shot from her clit, to her core, then spread through her whole body. She arched and screamed, slammed both of her hands back to the bed to hold on tight as he continued to work her.
“Okay,” she panted. “No more.”
He gentled, placed soft kisses to her lips, her clit. His fingers relaxed and slid free from underneath her. He kissed his way up her belly, between her breasts, and finally reached her mouth. A long, slow kiss while she caught her breath, her legs boneless, her brain fried. Finally he kissed the tip of her nose and flopped to her side, pulling one of the pillows under his head.
She blinked at him.
“Um.”
He grinned, reached down and pulled the sheet and comforter up. He pushed one arm under his pillow and rested his head on it, watching her. Then he snaked his other hand under the blanket to rest on her breast. She managed to huff out a laugh.
“This is a nice place.”
“Is it?” she asked, cheekily.
“From what I could see. I’m not picky, anyway, so I’m sure it’s nice enough for me.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Do I strike you as high maintenance?”
“Nope.”
“Hmph.”
Her eyes drooped, and she let them close for a minute, let her mind drift. It was nice, being with him. New but comfortable. Simple but engaging. She didn’t want to waste it sleeping, so she roused herself, opened her eyes to find him watching her still.
“What’s your favorite movie?”
“Billy Jack.”
