Page 25 of Small Town Secrets
Adrian’s hips rolled against hers and he took her with unforgiving force, her pleasure swelling like a flooding dam, overwhelming her senses and pushing her to gasp for air between each soul-shattering and stifled moan.
Bliss. For the first time in forever she felt unrestrained bliss. Her heart raced and her body shuddered, and a joy-filled sigh broke from her lips, as Ramos plunged into her one last time. He found his release and kissed her through the indulgent ebb of her desire.
She savored the beads of sweat over his brow and the spent flush over his cheeks. Stranger still, her body missed him the moment he pushed away. Even though he still lay at her side. Even as he pulled her into his arms and pressed soft kisses to her forehead.
“You’re tired, Mi Amor.” His chest rose and fell, and he stroked hair from her temple, while mutual reverence seemed to take over.
This felt good, but all good things ended eventually. Maybe she could be okay with that.
His thumb stroked a gentle line over her cheekbone, and he kissed her once again, like he read her concerns and sought to quell them. “Sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Fifteen
A soft early morning sun shone through the window when Adrian awoke in the unfamiliar room, his first thoughts latching on the weight on his chest. Laila. Her glossy auburn hair fanned over his skin; her eyes still closed in her deep sleep. No doubt her last stressful few days had taken a toll, and then there was the sense that she never allowed herself to relax around anyone quite like she did right now. With him.
He’d never expected his offer of help last night to end like this, with him making love to her, and waking beside her in the morning. He’d expected to return home after Whitney was done needing him. But then came that kiss in the kitchen and the sense of this woman wanting to claim something for herself for a change.
A slow smile pulled at his lips, and he took a lock of her hair and ran the silk strands through his fingers. The morning’s quiet and her uncharacteristic stillness suited her. Not that he could envisage her ever admitting to that. And right now, her soft, pink lips were turned ever so close to his and he burned with the dilemma of whether to risk waking her with a kiss.
He took the chance and instantly realized his mistake when her delicate taste hit his lips. Her sleepy groan only prodded his need further. She rolled onto her back, and he dared to run his hand over the flat of her belly, then lower still.
He pushed her thighs apart, her skin there already wet and hot and another soft groan invited him to explore further. So, he caught her right knee between his and held her open, swallowing her next gasps with light kisses that he moved from her lips and down to her jawline.
“Adrian.”
He parted her folds and slipped a finger inside her, savoring his name again on her next low moan. She moved her hips in harmony with his hand, and he caressed her excitement in slow circles, her head tilting back on a breathy sigh.
He grew hard at her obvious need and the process of waking her. Drawing this out in ways he hadn’t had a chance to last night was so inexplicably erotic.
And draw this out, he would.
“Why sonography?”
Her brow twisted with seeming confusion, but her eyes remained closed. “Huh?”
He smiled to himself, stroking her some more and earning her gratifying hiss of pleasure. “Why did you choose to study sonography?”
She gave a soft chuckle and ground against him, clearly wanting—but not getting—more. “You want to talk about that now?”
“Absolutely.” He caught her lips for a long kiss, working languid strokes between her thighs, her knees straining against him as if to fend against her pleasure. “So, what’s your answer?”
“I researched potential salary versus duration of study. Oh, wow—” She strained through a clear wave of need, then chuckled. He stifled a groan of his own, getting way too much of a thrill from watching her struggle through this banal conversation while he pleasured her. “Sonography seemed tangible given all the ultrasounds I had while pregnant, and if I had to study something, I wanted it to be something I felt mattered.”
He dropped a quick kiss to her lips, reaching for his wallet on the bedside table for another condom. “Hmmm”—he rolled the condom on—“and when do you graduate?”
“If I’m lucky. Oh—” He’d pulled her onto him, her eyes fluttering shut, as he positioned her over his length. “Why so bossy this morning?”
Despite her question, her eyes sparkled, and her voice lifted with a mischievous grin. He gripped her hips and pushed down so that she sank over him. “You don’t seem to mind.”
Her head lolled back, proving his point. Having her like this brought focus to her neck’s glowing white skin and the fullness of her breasts, her lighter skin color and softness an arousing contrast to his own body.
They shared a satisfied moan, and he cupped her, luxuriating in her feel. Both inside and out. Her indulgent curves spoke of a body that had created life, a detail that aroused him.
“You never answered my question.” He gripped her hips and pushed her into moving over him.
“Oh, Adrian…” Her fingers curled into his chest. Her sighing tone a plea for release from having to answer.
But the thought of this strong-willed woman begging him for anything, much less release, only set his own desire alight some more. “How long, Laila?”
