Page 49 of A Little Luck

Catching her hips, I line up my cock and drive balls deep into her before leaning over her back so my lips are at her ear. “You make me fucking titanium.”

“Rub my clit.” Her voice is a throaty whisper, and my hand slides between her thighs.

I massage my fingers through her wetness, sliding them up and down as I thrust hard and fast into her pussy.

Closing my eyes, I’m lost in the sensation of her body all around me. My chest is against her back. My arm is beside hers as I brace myself on the mattress. We rock together, panting and sweating. My fingers circle fast over her clit, and she turns her face to meet my mouth.

Our tongues collide, and her soft gasps turn to deepOhs. Her ass bucks against my pelvis, meeting my thrusts, and I’m able to hold on a little longer, thanks to that mind-altering blow job. Still, I’m too close, too fast.

I fucking love this woman. Being with her, holding her, joining my body with hers is all I’ve wanted for so long. I’m hanging by a thread when I feel her pussy start to squeeze and spasm around my cock.

“Adam,” she gasps. “I’m coming.”

I strain to find her mouth, and we hold the kiss as little noises ripple from her throat. Her back shudders against my chest, and I groan as I hold, as my orgasm pulses through me.

Collapsing forward onto the bed, I roll us to the side, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her securely. I never want to let her go.

I release her only to dispose of the condom, then she’s in my arms again, tight against my chest. Her fingers trace over my arms, and sleep presses against my eyes. I don’t want to miss a moment of her with me, but I’m going on two nights of no sleep.

The calm that comes with having her here with me is impossible to fight. I’m losing the battle when I hear a soft little snore come from her, and it makes me smile.

I want to be the one to wake first in the morning. There’s something I have to do before she opens her eyes.

CHAPTER11

PIPER

The sun streams through the blinds when I open my eyes, and for a moment, I’m confused. I’m snug and warm in Adam’s giant bed, but I’m alone.

Holding the blanket to my chest, I sit up in only my lace bra, which I didn’t end up removing after all. I was wiped after another round of mind-blowing orgasms, and my hymen is good and gone.

My nose wrinkles with a grin, and I lean back against the pillow trying to think what happens now. God, I need to talk to Drew.

The sound of the front door opening and closing has me in a panic. Who could that be? Aiden? Alex? I can’t be caught here. My eyes fly around the room. Where the hell are my pants and my underwear? Last I remember, Adam yanked them off me when he dropped me onto the bed.

I’m about to dive under the covers when he walks into the room carrying a breakfast tray with a folded newspaper, a pot of coffee, two cups, and a small white paper bag.

“You okay?” He gives me a playful frown as he puts the tray on the bed.

“Of course.” I straighten, wishing I had a mirror to check my hair, my eyes, or at least something to drink to wash away the morning breath. “Do I look okay?”

“You look like you’re having a panic attack.” He lifts the pot of coffee and pours me a cup.

“I thought somebody was here, and I’m not really dressed…” The blanket is under my arms as I look around. “Where are all my clothes?”

He leans closer, kissing my bare shoulder in a way that sends warmth racing to my belly before sitting beside me on the bed. “I would never leave you unprotected.”

A cup of coffee is in my hand, and I take a careful sip, studying the gorgeous man watching me. We got so close last night. I’ve never felt so safe and so free, and now he’s saying he’ll protect me?

My voice is quiet. “Can I get a shirt or something to put on?”

“I don’t know.” His voice is naughty. “You know I love that bra.”

Heat rises in my cheeks, and I don’t even know myself right now. I’m always the one with the snappy comeback. I’m the smart one. Men don’t throw me off balance—except for him.

I’m about to say please when he jumps off the bed and walks to his dresser. It’s the same one I rifled through on my first night here, alone in his bedroom, searching for anything that would smell like him. I missed him so much that night, and we’ve been together every night since.

“Is this okay?” He pulls out a dark green, long-sleeved Henley.