The Sweetest Burn (Broken Destiny #2)(83)

I went into the master bedroom, struck anew by its loveliness. Royal blue drapes hung from the ceiling to frame the entire bed while white pillows and sheets provided a snowy contrast against the deep blue blankets. Crystal lamps adorned the nightstands as well as the end tables around the nearby love seat. A dark wood entertainment center with a flat-screen TV faced the bed, not that I wanted to watch anything right now. I also didn't want to look at the view from the windows, even though from this high up, it was really something.

I'd kicked off my heels and finished drawing the drapes when Adrian walked in. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. One look into his eyes, and I knew I'd been wrong about his wanting to sleep in the other room. Or sleep at all.

In two long strides, he had me in his arms. My heartbeat sped up as his mouth closed over mine. His kiss was hard, yet when his tongue twined with mine and his hands began moving over me, I pressed myself closer. My weariness vanished, replaced by a long-denied desire. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning when he brought our bodies together so I could feel how much he wanted me. Then I gripped him tighter as his hands began to stroke and squeeze my ass. Those knowing, firm touches sent pleasure right through to the other side of me, making it feel as if he were touching something else. Without conscious thought, I rubbed against him, feeling his throbbing flesh through the thin layers of our clothes.

The sound he made was more growl than moan. He picked me up, and when my legs wrapped around his waist, he rubbed that jutting hardness right against my clitoris. I cried out at the instant, exquisite tightening that made my whole body clench with pleasure.

Then he carried me over to the bed, and when his body covered mine, he kissed me again. After a long, mind-numbing moment, he drew away, lifting me up with him. My heart pounded as I felt the zipper on my dress being dragged down. He stared at me as he pulled my dress off, catching the side of my panties when he reached my hips. He bunched them and the rest of my dress in his hand until all of it cleared my feet, then he tossed everything onto the floor. The fierce, unbridled hunger in his gaze made my heart pound with need that felt very close to desperation.



       
         
       
        

"You're beautiful," he breathed. "So fucking beautiful."

His voice was harsh with lust. I pulled at his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin next to mine.

"Take off your clothes," I said in a voice so husky, I barely recognized it.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Golden-colored skin covered broad shoulders, a thickly muscled chest and arms that could've been carved from steel. My breath caught as I ran my hands over him, feeling the erotic juxtaposition of silky skin over rock-hard muscles. His eyes closed, as if savoring the feel of me touching him, then his hand went to his pants. When he pulled his zipper down, revealing his cock straining out of the top of his briefs, I almost gasped.

We're going to need Magnums, was my first thought, followed instantly by, Do we even have any condoms?

"Adrian," I said hoarsely, "do you have protection?" I hoped he'd gotten that when he was out getting our other stuff!

Instead of answering, he pulled his pants and briefs off. If I'd thought he looked magnificent the other time I'd seen him naked, that was nothing compared to the sight of him naked and fully erect. Anticipation mingled with my lust. I didn't know if I'd be able to take all of him, but oh, I intended to find out.

He held my gaze as he got into bed and settled himself on top of me. When I felt his body-skin to skin and hardness to softness-an inner throb deep inside increased until it almost matched the same thundering pace of my heartbeat.

"We don't need protection," he murmured, kissing the corner of my mouth while his hands started to roam over me again.

I disagreed, but I was having a hard time formulating words at the moment. His dark gold hair brushed my face in teasing wisps, his hard chest rubbed my nipples, making them even stiffer, and his knee rested against my inner thigh, only inches from where I was wet with need. He felt so large, so warm, so good, and that wasn't even counting his hands, which slid over me with sensual dominance, claiming every part he touched.

"I had a vasectomy," he breathed, and I was so overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me, it took me a second to process that.

"Oh." That was all I was capable of saying as his palm climbed up my thigh.

"I've also been tested, and I'm clean," he whispered before his mouth covered mine.

The last of my concerns vanished. I opened my lips, meeting his tongue with my own. I loved the way he kissed me, as if he'd never get another chance to show me how much he wanted me. I moaned as his mouth continued to move over mine. Each stroke of his tongue aroused me more, and when his hand reached my center and his thumb circled my clitoris, my cry was muffled by his kiss. Then his fingers probed my depths, and I arched, my nails digging into his shoulders.