Page 26 of Fighting Fate

Adam made a gruff sound deep in his chest, eyes drifting closed for only a moment before he shook his head. “No, damn it. I already lost it with just your hand on me last night.”

“Uh, ditto, in case you forgot,” Rosie pointed out, but he was already pulling back, crawling down the bed, thick thumbs hooking into the sides of her knickers and taking them down with him as he nudged her onto her back.

“Two minutes,” he suggested, edging her knees apart. “Let me eat you out for two minutes, and then you can put that condom on me and we’ll bang however you want to do it. I just need to know you’re wet first.”

That was not only reasonable, but considerate. Rosie was pretty sure she was already more than wet enough just from anticipation, but she was certainly not averse to the idea of Adam going down on her. He lifted her thighs over his shoulders, dark eyes glinting as he looked up the length of her body before reaching up to cup her breasts.

“Best view in the world,” he murmured, before diving deep, tongue going straight to work on her clit, circling and swiping, lips sucking, teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive bud until Rosie was squirming and panting, feeling that odd tingle starting to race up her spine.

“Stop,” she gasped finally, grabbing at his head and pushing feebly. He responded instantly, though, moving back and lifting his hands off her as well. Rosie scrabbled for the packet she’d dropped in the sheets, tearing it open with fingers that shook slightly before pushing herself to a half-sitting position and reaching for him.

Adam groaned, head tipping back as she rolled the condom on. “How do you want it?” he queried softly. “Like this? Or would you like to be on top?”

“Next time,” she said, “next time I’ll go on top. Right now…” she lay back and beckoned, trying to look confident and sex-kittenish, even though a part of her brain was laughing in disbelief, whispering that she was making a fool of herself.

Adam didn’t seem to think she was foolish. The look on his face was all the confidence boost she needed, as he leaned down, bracing his arms either side of her before leaning on one elbow and putting the other down to his cock, guiding the tip to her entrance.

Rosie made a slightly strangled noise as he leaned in, pressing in slow but insistent. He was a big guy, built proportional and she… well, it had been a while, and even then the guy hadn’t measured up to Adam.

He paused, checking in with her, which was just so damn sexy, she thought, digging her nails lightly into his shoulders to encourage him on. He was incredibly considerate, asking what she wanted, waiting for her explicit consent before he did anything, and just that sheer thoughtfulness was such a turn-on. Especially from a guy who looked so big and rough and brutish.

Adam groaned out loud, his breath coming faster, hot against her throat. Sweat was breaking out on his shoulders, and considering how fit she knew he had to be, and that the room was comfortably cool from the air conditioning, Rosie knew he wasn’t sweating from exertion. He was enjoying their lovemaking just as much as she was.

He hit a certain spot inside her and Rosie’s brain just flat-out stopped functioning. She bucked her hips up frantically, chasing that sensation again, and found it.

“More,” she said, voice high and desperate.

Adam grunted wordlessly in reply, his hands curling around her hips as he shifted back, drawing a wail of protest from her as he partially withdrew - before he sat back on his haunches and dragged her up on him, chest to chest, nose to nose.

“Oh God.” This angle was even better.

“Just me.” Adam grinned, and then he kissed her, his hips starting to pump, and Rosie lost her mind.

She was pretty sure she screamed the roof down, thinking afterwards it was a good thing they were at his place and not hers. In the moment, though, she absolutely didn’t care, and neither did Adam, deep-throated roars of pleasure from him joining her shrieks of ecstasy as they drove each other absolutely wild.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ROSIE was fast asleep when Adam woke, in the warm light shortly after dawn. He looked at her sprawled in his bed, flopped on her stomach with one knee crooked, cheek resting on one hand, her brown curls a tangled tumble on his pillow. She wasn’t a graceful sleeper, her mouth a little wide open, the sheets kicked into a tangle around her knees.

Adam thought she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever woken up to. He reached out instinctively to touch her, hand hovering over her hip, when he caught himself. Tempting though it was to snuggle into all those soft curves and hope she’d help him take care of his morning wood, she was asleep and he wasn’t about to take her consent for granted. It was still ridiculously early, besides, and he’d kept her awake late… not to mention she’d expended quite a bit of energy last night!

Easing out of bed as quietly as he could, he slipped into the bathroom and then into the closet, collecting clean running clothes before sneaking silently out of the bedroom with his running shoes in hand. He’d go for a run and see if Rosie was awake by the time he got back.

Slipping back into the house forty minutes later, his nose twitched. Was that… bacon?

Rosie looked up from the stove as he walked into the kitchen and smiled at him. “Morning.”

“Bacon.”

Her smile broadened. “Single-track there? Okay. It’s nearly done. Well. Depends how you like your bacon. I’m personally a big fan of super crispy very nearly burned bacon, but if you like it still flexible, it’s probably about ready…”

He honestly wasn’t that picky. It had been a long time since he’d had bacon. Rosie must have found it in the freezer, along with the sourdough loaf she’d carved slices off and was now picking out of the toaster.

The first bite of the bacon sandwich, with real butter on the toast and barbecue sauce oozing out of the edges, was very nearly as good as sex with Rosie the night before had been. Adam groaned with pleasure, eyes just about rolling back in his head.

Rosie seemed amused, watching him stuff his face as she ate her own sandwich a lot more neatly… though the way she licked a stray droplet of melted butter off her thumb made his whole body perk up and take notice.

“Best breakfast anyone’s made me in years,” he said when he’d finished. “Thank you.”

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