Page 66 of Cocky Prince
Adam inches down, kissing my neck and cupping my breasts, the light hair on his legs scraping lightly over mine. A tongue swipes my nipple and I squeak.
Dammitthat’s embarrassing.
I glance to see if he noticed. He grins. “Sensitive,” he says, and lightly fingers the other nipple.
I moan and wrap my legs around him. My eyes roll up in my head as his hips flex, strong muscles along his arms grazing the sides of my breasts as his erection glides up and down the other most sensitive part of me, where I’ve been throbbing for this man for months with or without my will.
And it must feel good to him too, because in the next moment he gasps, “Condom?”
Condom?I think dazedly.Do I have condoms?Where the hell are those condoms I bought?
A moment of sheer panic has my sex-drugged mind going into full alert. “The side drawer!” I say, when enough blood reaches my brain.
Adam leans up and angles over, the base of his erection—where it’s most thick—rubbing in the spot that has my eyes rolling up again. I wrap my legs around his hips and arch into him.
The sound of him yanking open the drawer, fumbling around, then slamming it shut fills the room. He tears open the condom wrapper with his teeth and leans to the side. I watch him slide on the condom and my eyes go wide. I felt how much he wanted me. He’s larger than average based on the proportions I sensed down below, butJe-sus, my mental image didn’t do him justice. Reality is much better.
And then his mouth is back on mine, his palm dragging down my body, hitting my breast, my inner thigh, and then the center of me, where I’m wet and throbbing for him. His finger slides up and down that bundle of nerves, dipping where I’d like other parts of him to be. At the same time his fingers are killing me softly, he leans down and sucks my nipple.
I might come.
I bite my lip. And breathe out slowly.
And then I’m positioning him at my entrance and urging him—rubbing and lifting—for him toget this party started.
He gets the picture. In one swift move he thrusts forward and my body tightens around him. But he doesn’t stop. His hips flex again and again, each rock taking him deeper. And it feels incredible. I’m shaking, our lips brushing, his hand linked with one of mine beside us while the other gently cups the top of my head.
Small precursor spasms clench my inner muscles and I feel an orgasm building. Adam is inside me, loving me, and nothing has ever felt like this before. I’m shaking, adrenaline coursing through me, and before I can think another thought, I break apart, waves of pleasure and weightlessness coursing down my limbs. I moan, my head pressing back into the pillow.
Adam’s pace picks up and he’s peppering my face with soft kisses. And then his head lifts and his body tenses, the sexiest sound tearing from his throat.
He kisses my forehead, my eyelids, my mouth while his body moves slowly in and out, the aftershocks rippling along his spine every couple of seconds. He lowers onto me, adjusting his weight so he doesn’t crush me, and nestles his face in my neck, his breathing ragged.
“I know I said we should take this relationship slow, but slow sucks,” I say drowsily. “This was much better.”
He reaches down and squeezes my ass. I take that for agreement. I haven’t exactly given him time to recuperate.
I trail my finger over his broad shoulders. “I can’t believe you hide all of this under a suit. We should initiate casual Fridays at Blue, where you wear nothing but your beat-up T-shirts, jeans, and work boots.”
“That would go over well.” His voice is groggy and coarse, and so darn sexy.
“It would, wouldn’t it?”
He chuckles and discards the condom in the wastebasket by my bed. Then Adam shifts and tucks me closer. I sense his breathing evening out.
“Excuse me,” I say, and receive a groan in response. “I realize this is prime pass-out time for you cavemen, but you have a job to do. Your woman needs food.”
He props his head on his hand and grins down at me. “I like the sound of you being mine. And I thought I already did my job.”
I pinch his rock-hard abs—and flatten my palm there, running it up his chest. I’m no fool. I’m not missing opportunities to feel up Adam. “That was only one of your jobs. There are many tasks on the honey-do list.”
Adam rolls on his back and pulls me on top of him. “You’re the second person in the last few days who’s mentioned a honey-do list. Jaeg said something about one. What is this mysterious list?” His voice dips suggestively. He sizes up my ass with his palms and trails his hands down the back of my thighs, reigniting what I thought we put out.
Obviously, I know whathewould add to the list.
“Well,” I say, circling my fingertip around one of his nipples, the muscle flexing beneath. Payback is fair game, after all. “There’s making sure your cavewoman is fed. You teased me with those burritos, and we haven’t even eaten them yet. I hope you don’t think I’m one of those girls who eats like a bird. Because I assure you, that churro wasn’t enough to fill me up. And…well, that’s really it. Food. And kisses. Yup, I could live on those two things.”
He rolls me over until he’s on top. “There’s nothing else you want to add to that list?” He flexes his hips. As if I need a reminder that his mind is in the gutter.
