Page 49 of The Flight Risk

“Tess.” I hold the back of her neck, anchoring her to me.

“I never could escape that risk with my own mother, sister, hell even with my birth father. He was the first one to show me that love wasn’t enough. That I wasn’t enough for him to try and stay. Every single man bailed on us after that, so I wanted to beat them to the punch. I’ve always been a flight risk when it comes to love.” She looks deep into my eyes. “But then you come along. You opened your doors to me and Lottie, who you never met before, and welcomed us with open arms. Your heart is so big, it scares me. My heart has been closed for so long.” Tears stream down her face. “I don’t fall in love. But I did with you, Adam.”

Hearing my first name roll off her tongue and that she loves me back is the best thing I’ve ever heard. Just like her smile, I want to bottle it up and tuck it away so no one else can snatch it up. I pull her in closer and press my lips to hers, soaking up this moment. One of my favorite places with my favorite person. Then, I feel water droplets hit my skin. “Is that?”

“Rain,” she finishes my thought. The few water droplets quickly turn into a steady downpour. Tess squeals and runs inside. I put the snuffer over the pit out of habit, even though the rain could probably take care of putting out the fire for me.

I follow Tess inside. “Oh my god. That rain came out of nowhere.” She takes off her dark green sweater and throws it on the armchair. Her white tank top is clinging to her perfect silhouette and if I get to come home to her every day for the rest of my life, I’ll be perfectly content.

I close the gap between us and brush some wet hair out of her face. “Just like you, Tess. You came out of nowhere and changed my entire life. Not a moment has gone by since we met that you haven’t been on my mi–” I don’t get to finish my sentence because Tess wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me down and kisses me. It’s sweet and tender and invigorating. I could kiss her forever.

“Take me upstairs,” she demands when she finally breaks our kiss. I press my forehead against hers and nod. When I lift her up, her legs wrap around my torso and she resumes kissing me. In the bedroom, I gently place her down on the bed and slide off her pants. She sits up and helps me lift my shirt, her fingertips tracing along my abs. I don’t try to hide how much she’s turning me on and she takes notice of the large bulge in front of her face. She slides her fingers down to begin taking off my pants. I place my hands over hers and shake my head. “Tonight is all about you, Tess.” Her face flushes and her plump lips part. I lift her white tank top over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties. That sight alone sends my desire into overdrive. “Trust me, I’m going to be well taken care of as I’m taking care of you.”

I kiss her neck and unclasp her bra. Her head falls to the side, and she exhales. My hand sprawls across her back and I hover over her, guiding her to the pillows. She takes out her hair clip and lays her head down on a pillow with her arms up around her head. I take my time licking and sucking on her breasts while I rub against her pussy. Her back arches and she moans, “Adam.” I remove her panties and my fingers slide right into her.

“You are already so wet for me, Tess.” I twirl my fingers inside her and press my thumb against her clit. She moans loudly, digging her nails into my bare back. Her legs fall open wide for me, hips angling up, needing me. Wanting me. Just like I need and want her. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you inside me. Please.”

“Yes, I love it when you beg for me.” I take my fingers out and she groans in disappointment. I quickly remove my pants and underwear. I reach into my bedside table to get a condom and just as I am about to rip it open, she says, “Oh, maybe I wasn’t clear.”

I turn to look at her and she looks like a damn goddess who I’m all too eager to worship at all hours of the day. Forget my career or the outside world. I’m willing to stay at this lakehouse forever if it means I get to be with this woman. Her dark, long, wavy hair against her glistening olive body is almost enough to make me lose control. I can barely see the green in her eyes because they’re so dark. “I want all of you, Adam. I want your cum to drip down my thighs. I want you to fill me up like a good boy.”

I toss the condom over my shoulder, eliciting an enchanting laugh from the woman I get to call mine for the foreseeable future. I climb back on top of her and she says with a shaky breath, “Make love to me, Adam. Take your time with me. I want to remember this moment forever.”

“I’ll always remember this trip. This night. This moment with you, Tess Lewis. You are fucking unforgettable. Trust me.” A single tear rolls down the side of her face and I kiss it away before I kiss her again. I can feel her smile and it sends warmth up and down my spine. This woman deserves to be savored and I am about to do just that.

I guide my dick inside of her, slowly, and she’s taking it so fucking well. Her warm pussy feels amazing against me and I have to actively think of all the non-sexy things to stop myself from coming too quickly. It’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced during sex. I thrust at a slow pace, wanting to ensure I hit every angle I can inside of her. My hand strokes along her torso and thigh. Goosebumps appear across her skin. She likes this. Being worshipped. Being wanted.

My body jolts when she grabs my ass and pulls my hair at the same time. “Jesus, Tess.” Pleasure coils at the base of my spine and I know she’s going to undo me in mere seconds. Not yet. She comes first. Always.

I reach in between us and put some pressure on her clit as I thrust into her a little harder. She whimpers and begs, “Yes, Adam. Keep…keep going. Oh my god.” I’m falling apart at the seams with each moan and whimper. It fuels me and I thrust harder. I feel her tighten around me as she releases, giving me permission to follow.

The rain hits the windows steadily and thunder rolls, intensifying this moment. Once we catch our breath, she pulls me to her lips. I stay inside her and hover my body over hers, being the protective shield she deserves. Our kiss is slow. She twists her fingers in my hair and my thumb caresses her shoulder. She pulls away from the kiss first. “You’re the exact man I needed, Adam.”

“You’re the woman I’ve always dreamed of, Tess.”

28

The weight of a man on top of me is the best feeling ever. And it’s that much better that the man is Adam. He slowly pulls out and my inner thighs are wet. He rolls to my left side and his large hand clutches my torso, pulling me closer to him. I lay my head on his hard chest. He kisses the top of my head and I melt. No one has ever felt like home to me before. Oakley is knocking down all doors inside of me that I was too scared to open. He has the masterkey to my heart.

“How about a shower?” His voice vibrates against my head.

I giggle and rest my chin on his chest. “So, you don’t want to stay in this bed forever?”

“I definitely do. I just want to take care of my girl first. I want to clean up the mess I made.” He props himself up on his elbow, forcing me to prop my head on my own hand, ogling him in the process. A sheen of sweat covers his sculpted torso and I have the urge to lick it off.

“I don’t mind the mess.” I trace a finger from his sternum down to the center of his perfect abs. He stops my hand before I can advance any further.

His chest shakes from laughing. He gets up quickly before I have a chance to trap him under my body like I desperately want to do. “Let’s go, beautiful.” He scoops me up like a man saving a damsel in distress, while not realizing how much he actually did save me. He saved me from my own fears. Saved me from the voice inside my head that said falling in love wasn’t worth it.

It’s so worth it.

My feet hit the cool, deep green mosaic shower tile and Oakley turns on the shower. He grabs my shoulders and guides me under the warm water. I tilt my head back. Oakley’s large hands find my hips and he pulls me closer to him. Water is barely touching him. He has to be freezing. “Come under the water with me,” I say. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’ll be fine.” He reaches back to the recessed shelf and gets my travel shampoo bottle. I hold my hand out to retrieve it, but he says, “Nope. I’m taking care of you, remember?” Lust shocks my entire body. I always thought I wanted control of every aspect of my life. When it comes to a man taking care of me in this way, I guess I can make an exception to that rule.

I’m so distracted by his body glistening with small droplets of water I don’t register the moment Oakley lathers his hands with shampoo and starts massaging it into my hair. The soapy water drips down his hands, and I follow the stream as it goes over every vein in his arms and down to the tile. I can’t help but check out his entire body in the process. It’s so muscular and taut and perfect. The steam from the shower reminds me of when I walked in on Oakley with his hand around himself. My knees weaken at the memory and I need him again.