the night was passing. She hadn’t heard a sound from the master bedroom in a long time. The television was off. There was no rustling of the sheets. There was no creaking of the floor. It was pure silence.
Finally, she gave in and stepped into the hall. She tiptoed to the next door at the end of the hall. Glancing about, although she had no idea why, she checked the knob. It turned easily in her hand. She eased the door open, not sure where the bed was in relation to the door. She never did get that tour. When she leaned into the room, she found Adam lying there under the blankets. He wasn’t wearing anything on the top half. That much she could tell from the blanket pulled up to the middle of his bare chest. He had one arm folded behind his head. His other arm was on top of the covers. Her eyes followed the length of his strong bicep until she found his hand, wrapped around his semi. She knew it was just a semi because it had been significantly larger the other day.
Was it warm in here? She all but had to fan herself. Why in the hell was she so aroused by this man? He was so…frustrating and not even close to worthy. She studied his face, and realized how completely different he looked when he was asleep. He was relaxed, not that he had ever looked tense before he spent an extended period of time with her, but he was so calm. She wanted to run her hand over his brow, plant a kiss on that forehead. He was sleeping soundly. What would it hurt?
Slowly, she leaned over him, inhaled his scent. This was a man, a pampered man. He smelled like something out of a dream. Her eyes closed as she brought her lips to his forehead. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch. Emboldened, she brought one hand up to stroke his cheek with the back of her fingers. His breathing changed slightly, his head turned toward her hand. She started to pull away, was completely ready to flee to the safety of her room before he discovered her standing over him like some love struck groupie. As she drew back, she saw his lips.
They hadn’t kissed…not really. He had planted that kiss on her nose, and that brief one on her lips when she was dangling from the tree. It had taken all of her willpower not to go limp and fall from the limb at that point. She wanted to feel his lips when it was safe…like now, when he would never know, never be able to use these feelings against her. So she gave in to impulse. She brushed his lips with hers. Pausing, she hovered over his mouth until she was sure that he was still asleep. Then she leaned in one final time.
He had felt her as soon as she entered the room. He was so acutely aware of her presence although he had no idea why. It was all he could do to continue to feign sleep. The hand behind his head was fisted. He clenched and unclenched it as he tried to stay as overtly still as possible. When she kissed his forehead, his eyes flew open, but because hers were closed, she didn’t know. Then her lips on his nearly undid him. What had once only been a semi erection was now a full-blown hard on. He pushed on it with his hand. Finally she brought her lips to his once more and he could no longer contain himself. Without thinking, his arms captured her, and he rolled, dragging her onto the bed and immediately covering her body with his.
Staring at her face in the faint moonlight, he wondered what he saw there. Her perfect small full pink lips parted ever so slightly as her tongue darted out to wet them. It was one of the most inadvertently erotic moves he had ever seen. His stomach clenched. He had to taste her, all of her. He had to know every piece of her and make sure every piece of her knew him, too.
Without speaking, he bent and kissed her lips. He parted them, urging them to open further to accommodate his tongue. Her head fell back as her torso arched more. His hand was caught in her hair as he pulled her head towards him once more. He kissed her softly, sensually, from her