In Her Space

by Knight, Amie

  He walked me through the huge, white chef’s kitchen with stainless steel appliances. Was it beautiful? Yes. Did I care much about it? No. It had a coffee maker, which was the only thing in the kitchen I considered a necessity.

  We toured the house at an agonizingly slow pace that made me want to rip my hair out. God, I was wet. I wanted him. It seemed like he knew it by the smug smile he wore on his face while he pulled me around.

  “You don’t seem that impressed by my house, Livingston?” he said snidely.

  “Because I’m not.”

  He grinned. “Not even a little?”

  “I think we’ve discussed before about how I feel about you living on this island in this ridiculously large house, Adam.”

  “What do you have against me living on the island? You think I’m not good enough?” I could tell he was only half joking.

  Grief sat thick in my throat. I hoped and prayed there wasn’t one single part of him that thought that. I couldn’t be sure, so I pulled him to a stop on the second floor right outside of a huge room he’d called a man cave or a game room or some other bullshit like that but that should have been a library if you asked me. “This place doesn’t deserve you. It doesn’t deserve your kindness or your heart. Don’t for one second think I don’t think you’re good enough for Saint Ashley because Saint Ashley damn sure isn’t good enough for you.”

  He looked away from me for a moment before giving me his eyes again. “Livvy,” he whispered, his face pained. My soul ravaged from our past. But I didn’t want to think about that. I wanted to live in the moment. This moment with him. Not my tattooed boy with the tortured eyes and sweet heart. But with the man before me and all his ghosts because he needed this as much as I did.

  I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled at the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly, my eyes gazing up at him.

  “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”

  I slid my hand into the top of his black boxer briefs, doing something I’d never done before. “What do you want me to do?” I whispered, every bit the vixen.

  “Jesus,” he grunted, lifting my hair off my nape and wrapping it around his fist, so he could look his fill. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  I leaned forward slowly and kissed the spot just below his belly button where a small trail of hair led down and below his waistband and his stomach muscles quivered beneath my lips. Pushing my hands into the sides of his jeans and boxers, I slid my palms down until his cock sprang free.

  It was hard and thick and, God, I wanted to taste it and I’d never in my life wrapped my lips around one before. I gripped it in my hands, caressing the velvety softness over the hard length of it. He grunted and I squeezed my thighs together, so very turned on at the prospect of being in control, of making him squirm. Of being the one to make him come in my mouth. It was a heady sensation knowing I’d be the one in control.

  I brought my mouth right to the tip of him, where a small bead of liquid was waiting on me, but not before I looked up, meeting his fiery blue gaze. I leaned forward, eyes still on him, and licked that bead of liquid into my mouth. “Mmmm,” I groaned.

  He sucked in a quick breath. “God, you’re a tease,” he moaned and he had no idea. I wanted to tease him until he was screaming for it, begging for me.

  Gripping him at the base of his cock, I pulled more of him in my mouth, rolling my tongue along the tip before easing him in, slowly inch by inch, my eyes still blazing up into his.

  His grip tightened around the strands of my hair and my lids slipped closed as I moaned around him.

  “Damn it,” he gritted. “You’re going to make me come in your mouth right here and I want you in my bed.”

  I sucked him long and hard, moving my mouth up and down, loving the way I made him crazy, tasting salt and musk and just him. My Adam. My boy with the tattoos and the man he’d become all wrapped up into a delicious, sweet package I adored, that I loved beyond belief.

  The carpet dug into my knees and my scalp burned where he pulled my hair and I wouldn’t have changed a thing as I took him deep to the back of my throat. One hand gripping his hard, thick length, the other cradling his sac and rolling.

  “Jesus, suck me,” he commanded and it only spurred me on, sent me higher, made me crazy for him.

  The muscles in his stomach and thighs quivered as I took him deeper, harder, faster. He held the back of my head as he pumped into my mouth and I felt a gush of wetness below. I was beyond turned on.

  With a pop he was gone and suddenly I was up and over a shoulder, a hard smack to my ass.

  “That’s it. I can’t take any more. I need you in my bed, underneath me. Now,” he growled and I practically fucking purred.

  He kicked his pants and boxers off in the middle of the floor before toting me all the way to his bedroom, which I had yet to see, but what I did have a good view of was his magnificent ass the entire way. I may have given it a squeeze in appreciation.

  We walked into a room I could only see from upside down, but it didn’t particularly look like Adam. The furniture was so dark brown it was almost black and the walls were a light gray from what I could tell from my vantage point.

  I flew through the air and landed on what had to be the softest, biggest bed I’d ever seen, only I didn’t get to enjoy it very long because all of a sudden there was a hard, hot body over mine. And it was naked. So very naked.

  He must have taken his shirt off after he’d thrown me on the bed because his glorious biceps were out for the world to see and I couldn’t have been happier to run my hands over them and the small smatter of hair on his chest before making my way lower to the bunched muscles of his stomach.

  “Uh uh uh,” he said, his sexy as hell smirk out in full effect. “It’s my turn to tease you.” He eased his way down my body.

  “I’m pretty sure you’ve been teasing me for weeks, Nova.”

  He started at my belly button where my shirt rode up, dipping his tongue there and easing up with his mouth, pushing my shirt up with his hands while simultaneously driving me mad with them. He was everywhere. His hands. His mouth. Well, everywhere except the spot I needed him. Between my legs.

  He was kissing the spot right under my breasts when he suddenly stopped.

  He pushed up over my body until we were face-to-face. His eyes darted from mine to my side about three times before it occurred to me what he was looking at.

  “What’s that?” he breathed, a look of pure astonishment in his eyes.

  A soft smile played at my lips. There he was. My tattooed boy with his sweet tortured eyes, his undeniable ability to love buried so deep, but too damn close to the surface for me to resist. And all it had taken was for him to remember. Remember us. “It’s pretty obvious what it is.”

  He swallowed hard, emotion pulling at the features on his face. “But when did you get it? How long? Why?” This time when his eyes darted to my side they stayed there and I knew what he saw.

  Small stars in black ink danced along my side and up onto my ribcage, the words rewrite the stars in a swirly, magical script that made me happy whenever I took a glance at it in the bathroom mirror.

  He rubbed his palm along the tattoo reverently, like he couldn’t quite believe it was there. Like he adored it. Wetness filled my eyes.

  “Do you like it?”

  He didn’t miss a beat. “I love it.”

  I placed my palm to his cheek, my eyes feasting on the rose tattoo on his neck. “You aren’t the only one who has a tattoo for their first love.”

  His bright eyes shined down at me before he placed a sweet, close-mouthed kiss to every star that adorned my side. “I think these might be my favorite stars in the world,” he said quietly, laying a final kiss to the last star.

  And, God, I knew that was saying something because this man loved the stars, but he loved mine best.

  My spirit soared. Only Adam had the innate ability to make me feel this way. Like I was the most special person in the
world. It was terrifying knowing the power he held over me—knowing he held my heart, my very soul in the palm of his hand. He had the ability to make me fly. He had the ability to totally obliterate me, and I didn’t even think he knew it.

  I leaned up and he tore my shirt off over my head, leaving me in only my black bra and my yoga pants.

  “Do you know how long I’ve thought of this? How many years I dreamed about you beneath me, hot and wet, staring at me with those baby browns of yours?”

  Smiling softly at him, I told him the truth. “No, I don’t.” Because up until recently, I thought that maybe he didn’t think of me at all. That maybe he’d forgotten our nights beneath the stars.

  His hand cradled my face while his nose brushed mine, our lips a breath apart. “Countless times, Livvy. Countless. Endless. Too many times for me to tell you.” And then his mouth was on mine slow and sweet, teasing the corners of my lips, tasting the flavors of my tongue.

  He pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my erect nipples to his gaze. They ached and beaded beneath his eyes and I arched my back, begging for him to do more than stare at them. And when he finally lowered his mouth to taste them I groaned low and long, spreading my thighs so his body fell between them right against my sweet spot.

  I ground against his hardness, praying my black yoga pants and panties magically disappeared. Because I wanted to feel him, the power of his thighs against my thighs. The smoothness of my legs against the coarse hair of his. I wanted us skin to skin. Lip to lip. Heart to heart.

  I wiggled beneath him, anxious for him to do more, to hurry, but he leisurely drew a nipple into his mouth, giving it a hard suck, a firm nip, and laving it with his tongue. His mouth was hot and wet as I clutched his head to my chest. God, I burned beneath him, practically an inferno of heat.

  “Please,” I begged, desperate for him to be in me, to fill me up, to ease the acute ache.

  “Shh,” he quieted me, moving to my other breast and kissing the underside sweetly, before taking my entire nipple into his mouth and giving it a long suck. “I’ve waited too long for this to be rushed.”

  He moved down my body, kissing the slight swell of my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button. He slid his hands into the sides of my pants and inched them down, slowly pressing his lips to the top of my pelvic bone, the lips of my pussy, the tender part of my inner thigh.

  The man was driving me mad and I wasn’t even the slightest bit upset about it. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, his kisses. They were agonizing. They were amazing.

  He licked the back of my knee, and then his teeth grazed my inner ankle as my pants slipped off my feet.

  And then he came back up, just the way he’d gone down, one agonizingly slow kiss at a time that had me practically begging and panting for him.

  He paused and I noticed the foil packet in his hand as he ripped it open with his teeth quickly and reached between us.

  When he finally placed the head of his length at my entrance, I almost cried. Never had I wanted someone as much as I wanted him right in this moment. Not even when we were teenagers and couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

  “Now,” I demanded, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding against him.

  “God, I like you so desperate and wet for me. Do you feel it? It’s all over your thighs. All over me.”

  His words made the ever-burning inferno hotter and higher and I reached around his neck, bringing his mouth to mine and whispering against them, “Make love to me. Please.”

  He bit my bottom lip, holding it captive in his mouth as he pushed into me hard. I grunted and spread my legs, adjusting to his thickness, the burn oh so delicious.

  He gave me time, pausing, his stubbled jaw ticking, his eyes pressed closed, his breath coming fast, his face gorgeously pained.

  I flexed my pelvis up against his, letting him know I was ready, and he didn’t waste any time. He pulled back and then pushed forward again, the delicious fullness nearly toppling me over.

  “God, you feel amazing. Just like I remember but better.” He slammed into me, drawing my nipple into his mouth and letting it go as he slid out. “My whole damn life I’ve been waiting to be inside of you.”

  His words, his smell, the feel of him over me all hard and masculine and hot had me so close. So very, very close. My hands devoured the expanse of his chest, consumed the ridges of his abs. Ate up the length of his shoulders and arms. I wanted to feel all of him. Every bit.

  I ran my fingers up his neck and to the back of his head, gripping his hair hard as he pushed my thighs back and threw my legs over his shoulders.

  “God, you’re deep,” I groaned.

  He came to his knees, his hands on my thighs, and looked down between us right to where I knew he could see himself entering me. “I wish you could see what I see right now. It’s fucking perfect. Us coming together, my cock slick with your juices.”

  His voice was like throwing fuel on an already raging fire. I clenched around him, spiraling toward what I knew would be an epic orgasm.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

  And that was all it took. He slammed into me hard. Again and again. Fucking me like he owned me until my eyes slammed closed and stars exploded behind them.

  And still he watched, his eyes right on the apex of my thighs. His hips thrusting. His face ravenous. Sweat forming on his brow. I imagined what his blue eyes saw there, his thick hard cock coated in me, entering me over and over, and it only pushed me further over the edge.

  He fucked me faster and harder and all the while I came until he froze over me with a low groan and shouted “Fuck” that made my legs tremble against his shoulders.

  He moved back and forth slowly and I luxuriated in the feel of him while he milked the rest of my orgasm to the last drop. Rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, he pulled out slowly. And me? I felt like a wet noodle. I wanted to curl up in this giant bed and sleep for centuries.

  “Mmmm.” I rolled over and found a pillow above my head and curled my naked body around it.

  He chuckled low behind me. “I’ll be right back.”

  I barely heard him moving around in the bathroom, but I definitely felt him as he lifted my body like I weighed nothing and placed me the right way on the bed and covered me with what felt like white clouds.

  The bed dipped as he climbed in beside me. A warm arm wrapped around my waist and I was pulled back into a hard chest.

  “Mmm,” I moaned again, but it was more of a sigh.

  His chest vibrated against my back in laughter. “All you can say now is mmmm? Have I rendered you mute? Have you nothing else to say?”

  I smiled into my pillow and said the first thing that came to my mind. “Thank you?”

  This time his entire torso shook against mine as he gave a full belly laugh that made me giggle, too. He pressed his face into the side of my neck and kissed me so hard it made a smacking sound before laying his head back on his pillow and squeezing me tight to him.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Montgomery.”

  The memory of the last time he’d said that to me sat heavily at the center of my chest.

  And God, I hoped so. I hoped I hadn’t seen anything yet. No, I wanted to see everything. I wanted it all.

  “IT’S TIME TO WAKE UP, Livvy,” I sang softly right next to her ear. The woman was spread eagle right in the middle of my giant bed. I’d already gone for a run on the beach and she was still snoozing away.

  I held the cup of coffee I just made near her nose. “I made you coffee.”

  Her nose twitched and her eyes creeped open. “Oh my God, I think I love you,” she murmured, before her eyes shot wide-open in panic. She sat up in the bed, pulling the covers up to cover her breasts. “Oh my God, that’s not what I meant. I mean…Jesus, I’m so awkward the morning after.”

  Her face was flaming red and I couldn’t help but smile. “Man, if I knew all it took was coffee to get a proclamation of love, I would ha
ve started with that sooner.”

  She took the coffee from my hand while holding up the blanket with the other and shot me a sassy look. “This isn’t just coffee, Adam. This is nectar of the gods.”

  Fuck, she was adorable. And I wanted to pin her down and take her right in the bed again, but different this time. Maybe with her over me, or maybe from behind where I could squeeze her gorgeous ass. I could think of a million ways I wanted her. A million things I could do to her. And if I could keep her for a million years, I would.

  I ran my hand through my damp hair and remembered I was a sweaty mess from my run and knew I should probably wash up even though my cock was unbearably hard and last night has just been an appetizer to all things I wanted to do to her. “I should go take a shower.”

  I hopped off the bed and left a warm and possibly wet Liv in my bed. It was torture heading to the shower, but I knew after last night she might be sore. It had been an incredibly tight fit when I’d pushed into her. I’d give her time to recover. As much as I could anyway.

  Fuck, the thought of that had me achingly hard as I climbed into the shower. I washed my hair and body, but as soon as my hand brushed my dick, I couldn’t help myself. I tilted my head back under the water as I stroked myself up and down and thought of her lying in the other room. Maybe tonight she’d be ready for me. Maybe I’d lay her down in front of the big fireplace and bury my face in her pussy before I fucked her on her hands and knees. The mere image of her pale back and ass before me almost made me come.

  A cold draft made me snap my head up and my eyes to open. And there stood the very girl I’d been fantasizing about completely naked. Her breasts large compared to the slim shape of her waist. She’d opened the door just a crack. Just enough to watch me, and I knew all about watching. I loved it.

  I’d stopped stroking my cock in shock at seeing her there, but now I couldn’t help but run my thumb over the head of it as her eyes trailed down my neck, past my pecs and abs and right to my now undeniably and impossible to hide cock.

  “I thought you might need some help, but I see you have things handled here.” She smarted in a sultry voice that almost made me spurt all over the shower floor.