Page 25 of Fighting Fate

Her breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t make a sound come out. She nodded instead, enthusiastically enough she thought briefly that she probably looked like one of those ridiculous bobble-headed dolls, but Adam only smiled.

“Good.”

His voice was a low purr against her leg, his hands curving around the outside of her thighs and pushing her skirt up, big body nudging her legs apart so he could like down between them.

It felt really good. Little sparks of sensation rippled from wherever his fingers or lips touched, and Rosie decided to just relax and savour the feeling. Closing her eyes, she rested her head back against the pillows, surrendering herself entirely to Adam. Completely confident that she was safe in his hands, and not only that, about to have one of the best nights of her life, one she’d look back on with amazement in the years to come. That she, plain and ordinary Rosie Brown, once upon a time, made love with an MMA superstar in a billionaire’s bed.

“I like that smile on your face,” Adam murmured, “and I’m aiming to make it bigger, but you’re going to need to tell me how the hell this dress comes off.”

She laughed without opening her eyes, reached across her body and jiggled the zip fastener under one arm. “Pull this, then it goes off downwards.”

He zipper hissed down, then he was touching her shoulders, sliding the straps off gently before smoothly easing the silky fabric off under her body, deftly lifting her hips before sweeping it right off over her legs.

Rosie grinned to herself. “No way could I have taken that off in any kind of graceful manner while lying down, so thanks for that.”

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him, admiring again how incredibly handsome he was. He sat back on his haunches and peeled his shirt off over his head, giving her the opportunity once again to ogle his frankly delicious chest.

She crooked a finger to beckon him down to her, suddenly wanting him to kiss her again, and he came willingly, leaning on one elbow to keep from crushing her with his weight.

His mouth was so incredibly hot, and Rosie could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Adam kissed unhurriedly, as though he had all the time in the world to savour her mouth and meant to do so thoroughly, hot tongue licking and exploring. Rosie, on the other hand, felt as though she was about to explode. She couldn’t keep still, running her hands up his tightly muscled back and over his broad shoulders, her hips shifting restlessly, pushing up against him until he shifted, letting her grind against his thigh, seeking the friction she so desperately needed.

“Fuck, Rosie,” Adam gritted out against her throat, and she let out a sigh of relief, that he was just as affected as she was; she’d been starting to think she was the only one going out of her mind with lust. The desperate hunger in his voice, the way his fingers shook and fumbled as he tried to undo the catch of her bra, told her that he was going just as wild as her.

Rosie hooked her knee up over his hip, gasping as his hand slid down to grasp her thigh and pull her harder against him, before easing under, thick thumb glancing over her crotch.

“You’re wet,” Adam groaned, kissing downwards to her breasts. “Fuck, Rosie…”

“Yes,” she agreed, mindless with need. “Yes indeed, let us fuck. Wait. Damn.”

“What?” he lifted his head immediately.

“Left my purse in the kitchen. Condoms?”

"Yes.” He rolled away from her, pressed on the front of the silver futuristic cube which passed for a nightstand. A drawer slid silently out and Adam felt inside, coming back with a handful of foil packets and a triumphant grin. “Stocked up at the resort shop,” he admitted, “more in hope than expectation.”

“I’m glad you did.” Plucking one of the packets from his hand, Rosie grinned back. “You’re overdressed right now, though. How about you fix that?”

Adam wasted no time in yanking his clothes off, flinging them across the room without care for where they landed. He was obviously eager, making Rosie feel warm and wanted, more desirable than she had in a long time. Down to just her knickers, she didn’t feel self-conscious at all about her body, too busy staring in awe at his. His chiselled physique really was a work of art.

“I want,” he said, “to eat you out.”

Rosie finally managed to drag her gaze off the perfection of his abs and up to his face. “You won’t hear me complaining. Screaming, possibly, but not complaining.”

“Pretty sure nobody lives close enough to hear you no matter how loud you scream.” He paused, one knee on the bed. “Wow. That sounded horribly serial-killer-ish. Let me rephrase…”

She burst out laughing, reaching up to grasp his shoulders and pull him down to her. “Less talking, more kissing!” she demanded, and he seemed more than happy to oblige.

His hands were warm and strong, but gentle, roaming down her body as he shifted to lie beside her and hold her close, one thick arm curved under her waist with his hand on her back, the other hand cupping her breast. He teased her nipple with a light, taunting touch, circling and flicking until Rosie tore her mouth from his and made a frustrated, desperate sound, grabbing at his hand and squeezing his fingers.

“I won’t break!” He was being too cautious, too tentative, and while she wasn’t into rough stuff, she was going to need more stimulation than what he was giving her.

Adam rumbled a soft laugh. “Greedy. I’m trying to take this slowly. We’ve got all night.”

“Yes,” Rosie agreed, “but I want to come now, and I want you inside me when I do.”

His eyes flared wide, breath suddenly coming faster. “Rosie.”

She wiggled back, squirming her hands down the narrow space between them she created, wrapping them around his cock where it butted hard against her stomach, thick and twitching slightly at her touch.

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