Page 17 of Fighting Fate
He stood patiently while she gazed her fill, a small grin quirking his mouth. “Just give me the word when you’ve had enough staring and want to try touching, hm?” he said after a couple of minutes of silence.
“Sorry, I’m just stunned to silence by how gorgeous you are,” Rosie admitted. “I mean, seriously, you look like you just wandered off the set of a superhero movie, took a wrong turning and found yourself lost in my bedroom.”
“It was a right turning, and I’m not lost.”
“But you’re not denying the superhero movie?”
“I may potentially have had a walk-on part as ‘muscled bodyguard’ in one, once,” Adam confessed, and Rosie shook her head.
“Of course you did. I don’t know why I’m even the slightest bit surprised.”
Setting one knee on the bed, he paused until she realised he was waiting for her invitation. Crooking a finger to beckon him closer, she hooked her arms around his neck as he moved over her and dragged him down for a kiss.
“Not only hot as hell, but a real gentleman,” Rosie sighed blissfully as Adam broke the kiss and began trailing his lips down her throat. “I really lucked out this time, huh?”
“I’m the lucky one,” he mumbled gruffly, warm breath tickling over her collarbones.
“We’re going to have to agree to disagree on that.” Even as she said it, Rosie thought it was the only thing they’d disagreed on so far. For a man who’d made his living by beating up other men, Adam was incredibly chill and easy to talk to.
Not that she wanted to talk any more, her breath catching in her throat as one huge hand curved underneath her breast, cupping it lightly, thumb skating over her nipple as it hardened beneath the thin fabric.
Adam made a low sound in his throat, a hungry sort of sound, and looked up at her with glint in his dark brown eyes. “Rosie, stop me any time, okay?”
“No,” she said breathlessly.
“No?”
“No, I’m not going to stop you. In fact, don’t you dare stop.” Grabbing his wrist, she pulled his hand more firmly against her breast, or tried to. It was a bit like pulling on a building. He scrutinised her face for a moment before letting her move his hand, a slow smile dawning before he bent his head to kiss her again.
Rosie sighed into Adam’s mouth as he took his time kissing her this time around, a slow, leisurely exploration of her reactions, his tongue licking lightly into her mouth, duelling with hers and drawing back, luring her into chasing after it. Hungry for more, she reached up to run her hands into his hair, enjoying the crisp, dense texture under her fingers.
His hand was a warm weight on her breast, the only thing moving his thumb as he teased her nipple to an aching point. Arching up into his touch, Rosie whimpered, trying to hook her ankle over his leg, pull him closer. He gave her what she was asking for, shifting his lower body over her, though she was dimly aware he was leaning on one elbow, not allowing his much larger mass to crush her. It felt really good, the heavy weight of his legs and lower torso anchoring her, giving her something to cling to as his hand on her breast sent her practically into orbit with lust.
Adam didn’t seem in any particular hurry, taking his time to kiss Rosie into a state of utter mindlessness. His steadying weight, his apparent patience, made her urgency subside a little, and she was able to slow down and live in the moment, enjoy the slow, languid kisses and take her time to explore his chest and shoulders with her hands. He was chiselled to perfection, thick muscles rippling under smooth, hot skin, and from his reactions he was enjoying their makeout session just as much as she was.
She could feel his cock against her thigh, thickly engorged inside his close-fitting pants, and wondered how that could possibly be comfortable. Running a hand down his back, she tugged on his belt, encouraging him to move off her.
“Problem?” Adam lifted his head to inquire.
“Too many clothes,” Rosie declared.
His chest rumbled with a low chuckle. “You think?”
“I know.” She tugged at his belt. “Off. All of it. Please?”
“You didn’t even have to say please, but I do like that you asked nicely. Means I can ask nicely if I can take this pretty dress off.”
She laughed up at him as he did a push-up above her, muscles rippling in his shoulders in a way which made her heart pound and her breath come quicker. It was pure reflex, feminine instincts responding to the display of male strength and prowess.
“Sure, you can take it off. It’s pretty easy, no zips or buttons, just comes off over my head.”
“Think I can handle that.” He sat back on his haunches, reached to gather the hem in his big hands and draw it upwards. She lifted to help him, first knees, then her hips, then a half-sit up before lifting her hands above her head.
“Lovely,” Adam murmured, gazing his fill as Rosie lay back down.
She looked away, not meeting his eyes. While she didn’t hate her shape, she doubted she stacked up all that well against women he might have encountered in his career, ring girl models and professional athletes. At least she was wearing her absolute best underwear, a brand-new satin balconette bra and bikini knickers set she’d splurged on during a recent trip to Brisbane, white with a print of tiny blue flowers.
“Really like this.” Adam trailed a finger down her cleavage, touched the delicate blue bow at the centre of the bra. “Lovely.”