Ultimate Engagement (7 page)

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dam looked
at the heavy bathroom door, blood coursing through his system, his heart pounding.

There had been times, before, when he’d thought he caught glimpses of desire in Sloan’s eyes. He’d dismissed them, chalked them up to wishful thinking.

But there was no mistaking what had transpired between them this morning. And there was no mistaking what had happened between them moments ago. No mistaking what he’d seen, no mistaking how he felt.

His entire body was alive, primed, ready for her.

Adam should have ignored that, stayed where he was. He’d already lost his head earlier, and he’d told himself that he wouldn’t make that mistake again. That one taste of Sloan would have to be enough to last a lifetime.

He’d been a fucking fool. There might be a man out there with the discipline and focus to not touch Sloan again.

That man wasn’t him.

There was no way he could be this close to her and not touch her. The next thing he knew, Adam was moving across the floor and to the bathroom door. He somehow knew he wouldn’t have this chance again. If he let this pass, didn’t act on the undeniable chemistry between him and Sloan, they’d finish this mission, go back to Seattle, and fall back into the way things had been.

And Adam wouldn’t be able to live with that regret, so now was the time. He was going to lay his cards on the table, see if Sloan was interested in playing the game.

Sloan looked in the bathroom mirror, but her attention wasn’t focused there. It was almost completely centered on the sound she heard coming from the room she’d just left.

Adam was there, Adam who planned to touch her like she was his, Adam who, in a few whispered sentences, could undo her. For a moment, Sloan wished she was a different her, one who would go after him. But she wasn’t, and wishing wouldn’t make her so. So instead of hiding in this bathroom, she needed to get back out there, get used to him like he’d said.

She turned and strode toward the door, noticing that the bedroom had gone quiet. She pulled the door open but didn’t jump when she saw Adam standing there, his huge form filling the doorjamb, his eyes still amber with intensity directly focused on her, the light button-down linen shirt and pants that he wore so not Adam and not doing anything to hide his strong physique.

She had been on the verge of stepping out of the door, which put her directly in front of Adam, close enough to feel the heat from his body. She kept her eyes locked on his, her mind racing but also calm. When she blinked, she felt like something changed. She began to move.

He met her halfway, his lips crashing into hers.

Adam had touched her a lot during the last several days, had been inside her only hours ago, but none of those touches, which she suspected may have been more real than she had realized before, had prepared her for this. Adam’s lips against hers, his big, warm hands against her face, the rough calluses of his palms scoring her skin and making her shiver.

Helpless to do anything else, Sloan gave in to the sensation and pressed her body against his, finally letting her hands free to touch him.

Adam’s lips against hers, her hands against his body, was perfection, or at least Sloan had thought so until he slipped his tongue between her lips and deepened their kiss, let his hands go lower to bring their bodies fully together. And there was no way she could miss the sensation of his hardness against her, no way she wanted to.

She moaned, the sound lost in Adam’s mouth, but he soon broke the kiss, looked down at her, breathing intently, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

Her gaze searched his, and she looked into the swirling depths of his dark eyes. The moment extended, and Sloan was frozen, wanting to go forward, not trusting herself to recover if he rejected her.

Adam made the choice for her. He again swooped down and closed his lips over hers, kissing her with a depth of passion unlike any other before. His lips against hers, the urgency of his kiss, made it impossible for her to do anything but respond. There would be consequences for this, and Sloan knew once they got back home she’d have to piece her heart back together. She’d deal with that later. For now, she had Adam.

She sighed hard and Adam laughed, but he didn’t break the kiss. Instead, he pulled her closer and let his hands roam her body. But it wasn’t like it was before.

Sloan had thought he’d been daring, open when he’d touched her before, but his hands on her now proved he’d been holding back. His touch now was one of possession, gentle yet controlled, everything she had hoped it would be and so much more.

It was only when Adam broke the kiss that Sloan realized she’d curled her fingers against his chest, clinging to him. She loosened her fingers but didn’t let him go, and when Adam reached for her skirt, she began working the buttons of his shirt open, trying to distract herself, or she would come on the spot.

So as he pulled her dress up her legs slowly, she worked at the buttons equally slowly, pausing to place a kiss against each patch of skin that was exposed, letting her gaze and then her fingers and then her mouth trail against him, her body shaking with desire.

“Take your dress off, Sloan,” Adam said, his voice almost inaudible.

Instinct bade her to comply, so she did, reaching for the fabric Adam had pooled at her waist. She had no intention to be seductive or even try, but her body felt uncoordinated, leaving her incapable of moving fast. She didn’t know whether that was good or bad. The longer it took for her to remove the dress, the longer it would be before Adam touched her again. But she couldn’t deny that watching him watching her was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced, this morning in the ocean topping the list.

Finally, when she thought she would combust from the heat of Adam’s gaze on her, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside.

“Now the bra,” Adam said almost immediately.

Sloan moved even slower now, unhooking the bra with even less finesse than before. Some of her passion was displaced by hesitation. Her breasts were on the small side, definitely not in proportion to her hips, and Sloan was still shy about them.

She needn’t have been, not when she saw Adam’s worshipful gaze on her partially bare body. He pulled his shirt off, baring his own chest, and then closed the few inches between them, reaching for one of her breasts as he closed his lips around her nipple.

“Umm,” Sloan cried out when Adam sucked hard, teasing her hard nipple with his tongue. His stubbled face against her skin, his rough palm against her breast, only added to those sensations, and Sloan went slack against him.

But Adam held her up, dropping his hand from her breast to anchor around her waist. She threaded her fingers through his dark hair, torn between feeding him more of her breast and pulling away. As overwhelming as the feelings were, Sloan couldn’t imagine them ending, so she arched her back, pushing more of her flesh against Adam’s magic tongue.

He huffed out, his warm breath making goose bumps break out on her skin. When he released her breast, Sloan frowned, which made Adam smile. He trailed a hand up her waist, grazing his fingers over her nipple, and up to brush his thumb across her bottom lip. Then he moved forward and kissed her deeply.

Sloan reached for him, but he abruptly broke away again and began kissing down her neck, over her collarbones, and down the center of her chest. As he went, he bent his knees, moving lower until he kneeled in front of her. Sloan reached for his shoulders, unable to do anything else, including stand on her own two feet. How could she when Adam Reins was on his knees in front of her, his face two inches from her pussy?

One inch.

He stopped moving, looked up into her eyes for a split second, his gaze searing. Then he broke her gaze and moved forward, kissed her cloth-covered mound tenderly. Sloan tightened her grip on his shoulders, her knees further weakening.

Adam continued to hold her up and then reached for her panties, breaking contact long enough to pull her underwear down. He gripped her thighs then, holding the ample flesh as he kissed her. Adam breathed deep.

“You smell amazing, Sloan,” he said, his warm breath against her even warmer skin was heaven.

“Thank you,” she said, knowing she sounded silly, but unable to hide the passion in her voice. “I apprecia—”

Sloan’s words cut off on a deep moan when Adam snaked his tongue out and pushed it between her slick lips and curled it around her clit. Adam sucked hard and then let go, sliding his tongue along her wet folds and then back to her clit, over and over again until Sloan thought she would explode.

Adam still held her, his muscled forearm wrapped tight around her thighs, one hand on her hip as he worked his tongue, lips, and teeth against her pussy, eating her with the same relentless focus he brought to everything else.

“Adam…” she said, her voice weak, her fingers locked in the hair at the base of his neck.

“Yeah, baby?” he said, his breath again hitting her heating skin and again taking her breath.

“I need…”

“What do you need, Sloan?” he asked when she trailed off, punctuating each word with a swipe against the hard nub of her clit.

“I need you…I need to come,” she said, her voice not sounding like her own.

Instead of responding with words, Adam started working her clit harder, faster, pausing only to lap at the moisture that leaked from her, and when he pressed his tongue flat against her clit and pushed two fingers inside her, Sloan couldn’t hold out.

“Adam. Adam,” she called, as the climax rocked through her. As he had before, Adam held her through the storm—Sloan knew he wouldn’t let her go.

When she came back to herself, Sloan looked down at Adam where he kneeled, his lips still wet with her essence. Sloan leaned forward, but before she reached him, Adam stood and again captured her lips with his, kissing her hard, the taste of herself on Adam’s mouth only intensifying the passion of the moment.

She shifted in Adam’s arms and moved her hand down his muscled chest and ridged abdomen to cup his hardness, again wanting to feel his thickness spreading her, wanting his body to possess her.

Sloan worked at his shorts and then touched his bare skin, the smooth yet veined skin of his shaft so warm, so alive against her palm. She stroked her hand up once, traveling Adam’s full length in one smooth motion, aided by the precum that leaked from him furiously.

Adam kissed her again and then wrapped his hand around hers, moving her hand up and down his hard shaft, his thick fingers atop hers. Her sex slickened again, her cunt clenching tight, the power of Adam in her hand, his warm breath against her skin, his big body shuddering with each stroke.

He broke the kiss and looked down. Sloan followed his gaze to where it landed on their entwined hands working against his slick cock, which pulsed in their hands.

Their movements were frantic, jerky now, but Adam turned her and pulled her body even closer to his, the tip of his shaft bumping her stomach with each stroke.

One sharp inhale and Adam went still, his body rigid as his cum shot out of him and landed on her skin. That first wave was followed by another and then another, and Sloan watched as Adam spilled himself, held on to him until his cock began to soften.

She let him go reluctantly, but then looked at herself, felling a naughty thrill at the sight of Adam’s seed on her skin.

“A beautiful sight,” Adam said, looking at Sloan, his voice both passionate and wistful.

He moved and pushed past her into the bathroom, wet a warm cloth, and then returned to her and wiped away any trace of him. Sloan looked at his face, trying to interpret what she saw there.

“Are you sorry?” she asked, wishing she could take the words back because of how needy they sounded.

Adam looked up sharply and met her eyes. “Sorry?” he asked.

Sloan nodded.

Adam pulled his lips into a thin line. “The only thing I’m sorry about is not being balls-deep inside you right now,” he said, his voice coming out in a grated whisper.

“Why aren’t you?” Sloan asked, only realizing after she’d spoken how brazen the question was. Of course, she’d also made love in the ocean and had Adam’s cum on her skin, so her idea of brazen had been greatly redefined.

“Don’t have the proper equipment, and I don’t want a repeat of this morning,” he said.

Sloan felt her face turn down in a frown, and Adam hastily added, “Well, I’d very much like a repeat of this morning, but I don’t want to put you in that position. And, Sloan, I’m clean. Had a workup last month, and I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom. Ever.”

Sloan nodded, trusting Adam and unspeakably happy he cared enough to reassure her. “I am too. And I’m on birth control,” she said. Then she looked at Adam, knowing her expression was twisted and probably a little wary. “Is that the only reason?”

“What?” Adam said.

Sloan met his eyes. “The equipment? Is that the only reason we aren’t…?”

His gaze bored into her as he said, “The only.”

She stayed frozen for a moment, eyes locked with his, and then she moved past him and to her suitcase, feeling Adam’s gaze on her with each step she took. He was definitely looking at her ass, and Sloan tossed a smile over her shoulder, one he returned. Then she rummaged around in her bag until she finally found what she had been looking for.

When she turned, he was watching her through hooded eyes, confused and not entirely pleased when he looked down at her hands. “You packed condoms?”

She nodded and began walking toward him.

“Why?” he asked.

“I was hoping to get lucky,” she said with a shrug.

Adam looked as though he was about to detonate. “With who?” he asked, his voice going lethal.

She snorted and then tossed the string of condoms at his chest. He caught them without breaking her gaze, seemingly moving on instinct alone.

“Gee, I wonder,” she said sarcastically.

He blinked, and by increments she could see him begin to relax and he eventually smiled. “Sorry about that. Not enough blood circulation in the brain,” he said, tapping his head.