Taking On The Billionaire (Redhawk Reunion #1) - Robin Covington Page 0,46
I’ll make it all disappear. It will just be the two of us. We’ll forget it all together.”
Adam’s eyes were hot and needy as he stared down at her, his erection lying hot and heavy against her abdomen. She was wide open, as vulnerable as she had ever been and pouring everything into this moment with him.
“Just keep looking at me.”
Tess reached down between them, closing her hand around him, squeezing and stroking until he writhed under her touch. His breathing was ragged: rough, needy and raw.
“More. Please. More.” He groaned, writhing under each stroke of his erection. His head dipped down, fingers clenching on cushions at the sides of her body, knuckles white and body shaking with his desire. He was gorgeous, skin smooth and damp with sweat, heavy on top of her. “Jesus, Tess. More.”
Adam suddenly gathered her close to him, flipping them both over so that she now hovered over him. Tess threw her head back, letting the starshine rain down over her, coating them both with its power. When she looked down at Adam he was smiling, tracing up and down her sides with the back of his hands.
“You’re a witch, Tess Lynch. You cast your spell and I’ve never gotten away from it.”
“You’re not the only one under a spell, Adam Redhawk. What did you do to me?”
“If you figure it out, let me know. I’ll keep doing it.”
He leaned up and kissed her, deeply and thoroughly, ramping up the tension between them with the twist and tangle of tongues. Adam released her mouth, lifting slightly to trail his lips down her neck, across her collarbone, and into the valley between her breasts. Tess braced herself over him, hands on each side of his shoulders as he took his time with each breast, suckling and licking at each hard nipple until she squirmed against him.
Tess straddled him wider, her slick center rubbing along the hard, hot length of him. It reminded her of evenings in the back seat of cars with boys, not willing to go all the way but enjoying the buildup and anticipation of how good two bodies could feel together. This was better. She knew how good it was going to be with Adam.
“Adam, I need you. Now.”
She reached down between them, taking him in hand and dragging the head of his penis against the swollen folds of her sex. It felt so good, the tip sliding inside her, then the rest of him following inch by inch. She slid down his length, gasping with the fullness of him. He was so hard, so thick. Tess stroked her hands over his chest, enjoying his masculinity. The glide was so sweet, so easy as she rode him at a gentle pace, drawing out the pleasure as long as she could.
Adam fell back onto the cushions, his body arching, meeting every one of her downward slides with an answering upward thrust of his own. He pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply as they rode each wave together, their bodies undulating in a syncopation that dragged them higher and higher with each hot, slick, hungry ride.
“Tess, wait.” Adam froze, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her in place. His face was strained, teeth grinding against each other. “I have to go get a condom.”
“But you feel so good, Adam.” She would kill Mia if her sister were to do what she was contemplating but here she was. “I’m on the pill. Nothing on my last blood test a couple of months ago. I’ve never gone without a condom and I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”
He stared at her, the wheels spinning as he weighed the decision between them. When he spoke, it was direct, clear. “I tested negative for anything three months ago. I’ve not had anyone since then but you, and I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”
She nodded, heart pounding with the weight of this decision. But she wouldn’t go back. She didn’t want to go back.
She was not safe with this man. She wanted to protect him, to comfort him, to be with him. He’d worked his way inside her heart and she’d done nothing to stop him. It was as if she was finally acknowledging why she was here now, why she’d agreed to this fling in the first place. It hadn’t been just sex. It hadn’t just been an itch to scratch.