Page 35 of Five Minute Man
Chapter 19
Adam woke up and lookedat the clock. Six a.m. If it were any other Friday, he would be up, showered, and eating breakfast by now, checking out the day’s schedule and making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be. The guys he worked with were good—Adam only used the best—but it paid to be on top of things.
He wasn’t the one on top now. A lush, feminine body was draped over him, legs and arms curled possessively around his body. Her face was buried in his neck, lips parted just enough in exhausted slumber that he could feel the hot, rhythmic puffs of breath against his pulse. She was very warm, his own personal electric blanket. He chuckled, thinking that, come winter, they would be saving a lot on heating bills.
Yes, he was thinking that far ahead, because the last twelve hours had made his future crystal clear.
The slight movement had Holly stirring.
She skimmed her hand down his body and cupped as much of his package as she could. “You’re taking the day off,” she grumbled against his skin. Her little growl was every bit as possessive as her hand.
His chest swelled with something he had doubted he would ever feel.
He wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he had imprinted himself on every inch of her, inside and out, and she knew with absolute certainty that they belonged together. He had made significant progress last night.
After their first time in her living room, they had moved to the bedroom and continued at a more leisurely but no less desperate pace.
Five, he decided, was his new lucky number. A five-minute orgasm. Making her come five times in as many hours.
Yeah. Five was fucking awesome.
“I have a job,” he teased.
Holly lifted her head enough to lick along his jawline. “Yes, you do.”
In her capable hand, his cock hardened and swelled.
She had an incredible morning voice, husky and low, twisting his insides into a tangle of hot, instant need. Adam closed his eyes and let it wash over him, relishing every second.
And it wasn’t because sex with her was better than any he had ever had. It was how he feltnow, the morning after, that really did it for him. The certain knowledge that he wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. That, and the fact that such knowledge filled him with a profound sense of peace instead of scaring the shit out of him, convinced him that it didn’t get more right.
As he pondered such things, Holly began to move. She brushed her lips lightly over his, then trailed back down along his jaw. She made soft, little sounds of pleasure as she progressed, as if she was getting as much out of this as he was.
He lazily kneaded her back and her perfect backside encouragingly.
The woman was pure magic. Before long, he was once again lost in the sensations of her intoxicating kisses, the feel of her warm weight moving over him, and all that lush softness beneath his worshipping hands.
It wasn’t until he gripped nothing but hair that he realized her intent. All the hazy warm and fuzzies cleared instantly, and a sharp and sudden bolt of lust scored the length of his body.
Fisting her cherry-cola curls, he raised his head to see her wedging between his thighs.
She didn’t bother to look back at him. Holly’s attention was fully focused on that part of him right in front of her face.
With one finger, she traced the length of him, from base to tip, causing his hips to involuntarily jerk.
From one fucking finger.
That one finger was joined by others until she closed her skillful hand around him and they all began stroking together. She kept her other hand similarly employed, cupping his balls, tugging lightly and rolling, all at the same time. Holy hell, where did she learnthat?
Then she peeked her tongue out from those soft pink lips and licked at the pre-come beading along the top of his head. She must have liked it because she made an appreciative noise and, seconds later, the first few inches of his cock disappeared into her mouth.
In a flurry of sensations that threatened to blow his mind, the heat of her mouth, the stroke of her tongue, and the light, erotic rasp of her teeth conspired against him.
After several, agonizing seconds, she just ... stopped. Why had she stopped?
He opened his eyes and looked down to find her looking back at him, her green eyes filled with lust and something primal and possessive.
“Mine,” she growled. “I can taste myself on you, Adam. You’re mine.”
