Abandoning the Rules (6 page)

CHAPTER nine

IT took her a moment to realize where she was and with whom. A strong arm was thrown over her waist while a muscled thigh kept her pinned in place, as if he was afraid she would leave him in sleep.

Squirming under him, she rolled over to examine Adam’s lean form sprawled out on the warm sheets.
Hmm, he must have moved them to the bed sometime in the night. She didn’t remember, but it was the only explanation for how she found herself in his bed.

Adam’s bed. How long had she wanted to be in this exact spot? Too long. Now
that she was here though, she didn’t intend to waste any time.

Fingers twitching in anticipation, she caressed his face with the lightest touch possible so as not to wake him. His hair was tousled and too long, framing his earnest, handsome face with his almost too delicate features. Gingerbread eyelashes fell softly onto chiseled cheeks and she longed to kiss them open. Lips, ful
l and soft in sleep, beckoned her and she lingered there, memorizing their shape and texture.

Despite his beautiful looks, she knew his face hid a wealth of strength and not just
from brute force, but something much deeper, the strength of his own convictions.

Her heart swelled with emotions she couldn’t name. Something she hadn’t allowed for
far too long. It was alien in its intensity, but also rich, warm, and very right. It helped soothe the insecurities threatening to disrupt the happiness she found in his arms.

Bree pushed aside her thoughts and concentrated on touching Adam to her heart’s content. While last night had been incredible, she found she wanted more. So
much more. To her dismay, she realized she wanted a life with Adam. Not just a night of lovemaking, but mornings in his arms and endless nights in his bed.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Adam watching her with naked hunger in his cinnamon colored eyes.

When she traced the contours of his jaw with a slender finger, he caught her hand in his own, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her fingertips one by one.

It was
a sweet gesture and tears of elation formed in her eyes, which went well with the lump in her throat. Her heart overflowed with jubilation.

“What is it, Bree?”

So many thoughts and words ran through her mind and fought to escape the prison she had kept them in for so long, she could call forth none of them. Fighting her demons with Adam’s eyes devouring her was harder than anything she had faced before.

She wanted to co
nfide in him what he meant to her and more, but memories of trust given and broken kept her firmly jailed behind the steel bars she had erected.

Swallowing hard, she answered him the only way she could, with naked honesty battling her re
servations and winning, “I was thinking how incredible you are.”

A smile curved on his sleep softene
d lips and her heart melted further.

“Thank you
, I was thinking the same about you. I was also thinking how great it is to wake up with you by my side. I’ve dreamed about it for so long. It’s even better in person.”

An answering smile formed on Bree’s lips.

It was pretty damned incredible to wake up in Adam’s arms and bed. She never wanted it to end.

“Adam, I…I love you.”

The words slipped out before she could call them back.

“I know. I’ve known for some time. Why do you think I pushed you so hard?”

Bree acknowledged the logic of that now that she had said the words out loud and the world hadn’t ended in a fiery explosion of death. Still, it had been a long time since she had said those words to a man and meant them. It was a monumental admission on her part and one she was strangely happy to have made.

Adam’s eyes glowed with warmth and love a
nd the sight filled her with bliss.

He leaned forward to kiss her and all the doubts, mistrust, and a lifetime of disappointment fled in an instant.

His mouth was warm and slack from sleep, but it didn’t stop him from plundering her own with sweeping forays that reached into the very depths of her soul.

Bree returned his kisses with her heart in her throat. This was what she had waited to feel all her life, h
is touch, his love, his warmth. This was what the romance novels talked about and what she had only dreamed of.

Adam’s kisses promised love, longevity, commitment, and more, a white hot lust
that curled her toes and filled her heart with ecstasy.

His hands cupped her face as he held her in place in order to plunder her mouth. And plunder he di
d, his tongue reaching in and tangling with hers, not asking for her surrender, demanding it.

There was no question of her acquiescence anymore, she knew that, but she liked that he continued to want more of her. She had a feeling Adam would never be satisfied with a simple
kiss or peck on the cheek. He would seek to possess her with passionate, seeking, probing kisses and she loved him all the more for it.

Breaking off, Bree gasped for air, but couldn’t contain the smile playing around her lips. Maybe it was time she showed Adam the passion he instilled in her.

He watched her with lazy hooded eyes.

Bree took a moment to let her gaze travel over his body. He was so strong. She would have never guessed underneath all those staid and boring business suits lurked the bo
dy of a graceful lion. Sleek, muscled, and primed for attack.

She suddenly had a craving to be his lioness in all the ways that counted.

She stroked a finger over his face, tracing the planes and angles of his strong jaw, his firm lips, and chiseled cheek bones.

He closed his eyes and let her explore.

She moved down his neck and over the corded muscles waiting to spring into action, a little surprised and excited at the strength contained within.

Reaching his chest, her fingers explored the contours of his lightly tufted skin. Overcome with a burning desire to taste him, she leaned forward and buried her face in his chest, letting her tongue dart out here and there to experie
nce the unique flavor that was his and his alone.

A low moan tore from his throat and she felt the vibration aga
inst her lips. It was an amazing and powerful feeling to know how she affected him. It combined with the effect he had on her until she was a jumble of potent emotions threatening to boil over.

She continued her foray and rea
ched his stomach and the sexy trail of hair leading to the treasure he kept hidden from view. The treasure he had promised was hers alone. The whispered confessions and promises of love in the middle of the night hadn’t been forgotten. If anything they had cemented their bond beyond anything she could have imagined just a few short days ago.

Beneath the sheet, Adam’s erection was ma
king its presence known, tenting the fabric as he grew.

Smiling against his stomach, Bree didn’t hesitate to lift the sheet
and look at his magnificent offering, substantial and curved in all the right places, his tip glistening in the sunlight slanting through the lace curtains.

She licked her lips. H
er insides quivered in liquid desire at the sight. She had wanted to taste him last night, but he hadn’t given her the chance.

With a quick glance to ensure his eyes were still closed, she moved closer, until her head was res
ting on his pubic bone, his manhood rising invitingly inches from her face.

Letting her fingers drift, she explored his lower half, trailing ove
r muscled thighs and down his knees and calves. She heard his quick intake of breath when she cupped his testicles. It didn’t deter her from her plan.

Leaning closer, she pl
aced a soft kiss on his bulbous head.

He gasped and Bree smiled, the cat-ate-the-canary kind of smile. Or better yet, the
woman-who-ate-her-man kind of smile.

Testing his resolve and her own, she licked the tiny drop of liquid nestled
at his opening that beckoned her until his tip shone from her tongue.

Adam’s hi
ps rose to meet her halfway. She refused to be rushed. Something this magnificent couldn’t be hurried; it was to be savored, languidly and determinedly, and she aimed to do so.

Not satisfied with the gasps of pleasure coming from him-she wanted his passion ignited and enflamed to the same degree he ignited her own-she lightly bit his tip and held on when he bucked. In truth, she wanted him to beg, writhe, and moan beneath her and would accept nothing less than the same submission he demanded from her.

He twitched and her lips curled in response.

With power coursing through her vei
ns, she moved lower to his testicles, tracing the pebbled skin with her tongue and nipping softly at the mounds of testosterone until they twitched and tightened.

She moved lower, committing to memory the contours of
his thighs taut with anticipation. God, she loved the feel of him. The restrained strength and desire coiling under his flushed skin was all hers and she relished the thought of belonging to this man forever.

Nipping at the sides of his knees, she heard his sharp int
ake of breath and prolonged her torture, letting her tongue glide and stroke over the surprisingly sensitive spot behind the knobby protrusions.

Adam clenched the sheet tightly between his fingers, bringing another quirk of satisfaction to Bree’s lips. She quickly transferred her gaze to his r
igid length clamoring for her attention.

Enclosing his molten
shaft in her mouth, she slid down the length of him, not stopping until her lips rested at his base. His salty sweet taste overwhelmed her senses.

She bathed him with her tongue,
swirling over every inch until his shape was burned into her mind and soul. She suckled and pulled and bit, desperate to feel the telltale jump every time she did something he liked. It wasn’t long in coming.

A low groan ruptured the silence
and Bree was startled to realize it was coming from her.

Adam sat up, grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head from his lap.

He stared down at her with glowing amber eyes.

Bree’s insides responded with a welcoming rush of anticipation
at the heated look.

With little warning, he pu
lled her on top of him, his stiff head unerringly landing at her opening.

She gasped as her pussy welcomed him, his passage eased by her arousal and the lingering
traces of wetness on his cock.

Slowly, she sank down, her knees straddling his hips, until he rode high and deep in her womb. It wasn’t enough; she had a sinking feeling it
would never be enough.

She rose and eased him to her entrance only to sink down a little harder, a little faster as they both lost their breath.

Adam gripped her hips, his nails digging into her skin ruthlessly. She didn’t care, she didn’t feel anything but him, rippling and thickening against her walls. Having him like this was all that mattered.

She braced her hands on his chest and used him as leverage, holding him still while she circled her hips over him in an unending pattern of torture. For both of them.

“My Bree. Yes. Fuck, yes.” Adam encouraged, his voice raspy with need.

She trembled inside
and quickened the pace, her body overriding her mind’s desire to go slow.

H
is mouth was tight with need, his body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and his eyes, oh God, his eyes watched her with an all consuming lust that threatened to destroy any remaining restraint she had.

She never had a chance to test it
. Adam stole it from her with a few powerful thrusts aimed at her core. Deeper and harder he plunged until she yielded with an anguished scream, clasping and releasing around him in a dousing of scorching cream.

Adam gave a shout of approval before his own release took over. His hips ro
se and fell frantically, setting off more shock waves inside her.

As the last of Adam’s orgasm shuddered through him, she joined him
again, her body writhing over his offering, eager to accept all of him.

Sated and num
b, Bree sank down, her breasts mashing into Adam’s chest as his arms closed around her.

She had no words to describe how he made her feel. It was the most glorious
feeling she had ever experienced and she meant to savor it for as long as she could.

Smiling, she closed her eyes and held him close, content to linger in bed with him
by her side
.