Love Song (Stage Dive #4.7) - Kylie Scott Page 0,18

right then. A bit violent. Only he made me crazy like this.

A small smile curled his lips at the expression on my face.

“Shut up,” I snapped.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Strong hands gripped my ankles, lifting and parting them, a move necessitating that my back hit the stone surface. But I didn’t protest because I wasn’t an idiot. Instead, excitement had my pulse racing, my ribcage tightening. He bussed the insides of my thighs, stubble tickling and scraping against sensitive skin. I didn’t know where all of the oxygen in the room had gone. Somewhere important, I hoped. To someone who needed it.

Adam licked and nipped and teased a trail from my knee to where my leg met my body. I both loved and hated how he took his time, making me squirm bare-ass-naked all over, eager-like against the hard surface.

When he finally, at long last, blew a fine stream of air across my wet pussy, I just about came right there and then. His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me open to his gaze. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“Or a certain part of me.”

“All of you,” he insisted, getting closer but still not getting the job done.

“Adam. Stop messing around.”

“So damn impatient.”

I shoved my fingers into his hair, holding him down. His answering laughter was all things low and wicked. Sinful and hot and…shit. As the pads of his thumbs held my labia open, he dragged his tongue through the length of me. My hips shot off the counter, grinding against his face. And the man went to town, eating me just how I liked. Lucky this was a hard countertop, because at this rate, some cleanup would be required I was so wet.

With teeth and tongue and lips he went to town on me, working me higher and higher. I had to admit, his delight in oral had long been a plus. He didn’t scrimp or get bored halfway through like some guys. Oh, no. Adam made a meal of me on his kitchen counter. My breath came in little pants, and my heart lodged high in my throat. Every inch of me awakened and came alive under his ministrations.

I sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”

He made a humming noise and homed in on my clit. We knew each other too damn well. Knew what drove each other crazy and what got us off. Some sucking and flicks of his tongue. A light bite. And I was done. With a loud groan, I came, body tensing, drawing up tight before releasing and rocketing for the stars. Without a doubt, he knew how to send me interstellar. Dammit.

I was still twitching when he picked me up and pushed me up against the nearest appliance.

“We’re fucking against the fridge?” I asked, arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body.

“Yep.”

“Haven’t done that before.”

His smile was all teeth.

Then he was pushing into me, the hard length of his cock stretching and claiming me. It was both grueling and delightful for everyone involved. I knew I wasn’t the only one who moaned. Adam was nice-sized. A good, decent, not-to-be-ignored sort of size. And he knew what to do with it. Something he was apparently only too pleased to once again prove by drawing out slowly before slamming back in. All of those little muscles inside of me trembled and spasmed around him, welcoming him home.

No. This was just sex. Pure fucking. Nothing more.

Forehead resting against my shoulder, his chest worked furiously to take in air. “Jill. Jesus, baby.”

“It feels good,” I allowed, voice breathy.

“Yeah.” He laughed, looking up at me. In all honesty, he did smell damn good. The scent of fresh sweat on his skin got me high. All of the heat and hardness of him, centered in on me, was arousing as hell.

With no further words, gaze locked on mine, he proceeded to nail me to the fridge. His pupils were dilated, the expression on his face determined. Hips working hard, his dick embedding itself deep inside me with each and every thrust. I’d have bruises tomorrow from the hard grip of his hands. Just how I liked.

And while he might have been trying to prove something, his excitement and vigor was his undoing. With his pelvis working against me, his whole body taut, he growled and came. God, I loved that, feeling his cock jerk inside of me. The way his whole body responded when he came. Eyelids slammed shut, he ground himself against me, finishing with his face hidden