At Any Price(93)

“We were both very eager.”

He pulled back to look at me. “I’m not sure how eager you were,” he breathed, a smile quivering on his lips. “I got the sense that you were lying back and thinking of medical school.”

I laughed. “Hardly.”

“I had to fight with myself not to start again the minute it finished. I wanted you so much that I knew once wouldn’t be enough.”

His words stole the air right out of my lungs. My body was responding with scorching fire, tightening tension.

“I’m going to do it again, Emilia. And again.”

His hands were on my hips and I freed my legs so he could yank down my swimsuit bottoms. Would we even bother to leave the pool? His fingers rubbed my sex as he sucked my nipples. I fell slack in his arms, focused on the searing pleasure commanding all my senses. The taste of his wet skin, the feel of his taut muscles, the smell of him. He continued to rub and I began the inevitable climb toward orgasm. My hands clamped on his shoulders and I threw my head back, calling his name.

He stopped. I suppressed a yelp of frustration. He said, “Turn around and put your hands on the edge.”

I stepped back and looked into his face. An animal hunger—something I hadn’t seen in his eyes before—glowed there.

“Do it.”

The thrill of anticipation jacked up several notches with his command. I turned and placed my hands on the edge of the pool, feeling very exposed. I was naked, looking out over emptiness. No one could see us. We were in total privacy. Adam bent and kissed the nape of my neck, my ears, my back, his hands coming up to cup my breasts and knead them gently, rolling the nipples over in his hands. I gasped and arched against him, reaching behind me to hook my arms around his neck.

“Back on the edge, Emilia. Keep them there.”

Slowly. Very slowly. I obeyed. He grabbed my hips and pulled them against him. He was naked, now, and his erection pressed against me. I gasped.

But when I thought he would enter me, he didn’t. He slid his shaft along the seam of my sex, reaching around my front with one hand to press down on my swollen flesh, now fully aroused. And he began to rub against me both from the front and from behind.

The feeling was exquisite and soon the quick build of tension between my legs increased, bunching in my belly, heating my insides. I was about to come—the orgasm just beyond my reach.

He stopped again. “Adam!” I cried.

“What?” he whispered hoarsely in my ear.

“Stop playing around, for fuck’s sake,” I growled.

“Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want.” He punctuated the command by pressing down on my clitoris again, as if I needed reminding that it was there. I stiffened against him.

“I want your cock. I want it inside of me.”

“And then what?”

“I want you to slide it in and out until I come,” I panted.

I stopped breathing when I felt the tip of him at my entrance. “Ask me nicely.”

“Fuck me.”

“Nicely, Emilia.”

“Fuck me, please.”

Without another word he slid into me—pushing in so quickly that my entire body froze. The water lapped up and over the edge of the pool with the force of his movement and I gasped. His chest pushed against me until I was bent forward and he began to move, his chin resting against the top of my head.

He grabbed one of my hands and pressed it, under his, against my sex. “Touch yourself here.”

And I did, and the combination of these two sensations—of him sliding inside of me from behind, and the pressure on that bundle of nerves in the front soon had me panting.

I was still sore from the last time but that did not detract from the incredible pleasure building inside me. It built more quickly, more intensely than before. I let out a shout. He slammed into me from behind, faster and faster, the water splashing all around us.

And I was coming. And this time in hot, urgent pulses that temporarily kept me from breathing. He pushed himself in deep and let out a hoarse groan and he was coming, too.

When he withdrew, I was bent against the edge of the pool, gasping for breath. He pulled me up against him, holding me to him from behind. “You swallow some water?”

I shot him a glare of mock-annoyance. “I guess I didn’t need to walk for a few days, anyway.”

His chest rumbled against my back. “I can just carry you everywhere.”

And with that he picked me up and carried me out of the pool. We dripped everywhere, as he swerved around the bed and right toward the bathroom.

This was a dream. And I never wanted to wake up. His arms were a haven around me, soothing me, giving me a sense that I was safe within them. But my heart couldn’t help but rebel—reject the new home it was being offered. It had lived imprisoned inside its own fortress for too long. I had thrown away the key to that lock years ago. Even if I wanted to, I doubted I could muster the ability to find it.