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“Trust me, they’re on board. You’re all we’ve been talking about since the day we first met you.”
She beamed at this, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled. It was brighter than the sun and I couldn’t look away, my retinas be damned.
“Okay,” she whispered. “If that’s the case, I have a question.”
“Anything, angel.”
“Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to drag you down here myself?”
I closed the distance between us in a hurry, pressing my mouth to hers with a satisfied hum. Her lips were sweet and soft and warm, a wondrous comfort out in the cold rain. I teased her lips apart with the tip of my tongue and groaned when she allowed me to slip it into her mouth. Sam groaned against me, the sound going straight to my hardening cock.
“You know what I want, Sam?” I asked her, grazing my teeth across her bottom lip.
“W-what?” she panted.
“I want to get you back to the hotel and out of these wet clothes.”
She grinned against my mouth, bumping her nose sweetly against mine. “Then what are you waiting for?” she giggled.
It was the first time in a long time that I hadn’t thought once about taking a drink.
13
Sam
The feel of his hands on my body was unlike anything else in the world. I knew the sort of strength that Adam was capable of. I knew that his hands were meant for hard work, for fighting ? and protecting ? at any cost. They were commanding hands, sure hands that held back crowds and knew their way around weapons.
Yet when he combed his fingers through my hair and traced a line down my spine with the tip of his finger, he was nothing but gentle. He caressed the curve of my shoulders and the dip of my hips and the swell of my ass like I was made of fine crystal. Priceless and delicate and meant to be adored.
He pressed wet kisses over every inch of my skin that he could find, unabashed in the way he moaned in arousal. As he guided me over to his bed, holding onto me while we took step after step like a beautiful dance, Adam peppered kisses onto my cheeks, my eyelids, my collarbone, down the length of my arms.
He hesitated slightly when he got to my wrists, holding my hand with the utmost care. He frowned at the mild bruise that had bloomed there, concern and disappointment wrinkling his brow. He kissed my wrist gently, so softly I barely felt the brush of his lips.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said in a whisper. “They should never have been able to get to you.”
I caressed his cheek, enjoying the gentle scrape of his stubble against my fingers. “It’s alright. Everything’s alright now.” I got up on my toes and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Will you help me out of my shirt?”
Adam’s eyes grew dark, a delicious hunger behind his eyes. “With pleasure.”
In one swift motion, he grabbed me by the waist and easily lifted me onto his bed and climbed on top. I lay down on my back, shivering as Adam dragged a hand down my throat and to my breasts. He gave them a light squeeze over the fabric, the hard press of his erection evident against my inner thigh.
“The boys are going to be so jealous,” he said, mostly to himself with a chuckle.
I squirmed, the hot dampness pooling between my legs growing uncomfortable. I desperately wanted him to touch me, kiss me, be inside of me. “I thought you said there wasn’t any jealousy between the four of you.”
Adam licked his lips. “Oh, no, angel. There’s no jealousy between us. They’re going to be jealous that they’re not here right now to share in all the dirty things I’m going to do to you.”
A soft gasp escaped my throat, my pussy throbbing with want.
As if sensing my heightened arousal, Adam moved quickly. He was a man with a plan, a man who was used to taking action. He slipped his hands beneath my shirt and pulled it up and off, then tossed it over his shoulder to the floor. He worked my bra off next, his deft fingers undoing the clasp with surprising ease. When he pulled the lace fabric off, he looked downright wild for me.
“Fuck, angel,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
“Touch me, Adam,” I whined. My hips bucked involuntarily, the ache suddenly too much to bear. “Take off your clothes. Kiss me.”
He laughed softly. “My needy girl. Do you really want me that bad?” He dipped down and mouthed at my neck, licking at my pulse point, and decidedly not giving me what I was begging for in that moment. It was torturous, yet at the same time, it was everything.
“Adam, please, I want you to—”
