He reached up and rubbed his face again, harder, with both hands and blew out the breath he’d been holding. He was starting to crack again. How much of this could a man be expected to take? He’d kissed her already. Knew how wild she turned at his touch. Maybe it was a good thing she was a virgin. He could train her. What harm would there be if he tried again?
So he liked to dominate, so he enjoyed calling the shots while watching his woman fucked by other men. What the hell was wrong with that?
He glanced at Rachel’s dark shape, on her side in the sleeping bag. Without her shirt on. Was she still wearing a bra? His cock hardened in his pants. The world had turned into a giant pile of rotting corpses and all he could think about was having sex with this girl—despite the fact he knew it was wrong. Each day, the urge seemed to grow worse. He wanted her in his arms and his cock in her mouth. Wanted to know what she sounded like as he made her come. His jaw tightened.
“Adam?” Rachel whispered, her voice ragged. “I can’t sleep. I’m scared.”
Ah, fuck. He rolled onto his back and raised an arm out in invitation. “Come here,” he sighed. And he loved having her near, he admitted to himself. Loved her voice, her jokes, her smiles, her chatter. All of it. They got along great. They fought, but they made up. She was interesting to talk to, the conversation flowed easily, or if they were both quiet, it wasn’t testy. He was damn lucky to have been paired with Rachel. Damn lucky.
She was on him like Velcro. His arm went around her. She tucked her head into the crook of his arm and exhaled. Two fluffy sleeping bags separated their bodies. The dark hid his inappropriate erection.
He could do this.
His chin rested on her hair. Her scent filled his lungs and calmed his tense muscles. “Go to sleep,” he whispered, his arm tight around her shoulders. “I’ve got you.”
* * * * *
Adam awoke startled. Thunder crashed overhead with a deep metallic clang. His heartbeat thumped in his ears as his mind flashed back to mornings on duty, waking up in dirt to rapid gunfire and men screaming in agony. He rubbed his eyes, roused his fuzzy brain and refocused.
Where the fuck am I?
California.
The world had ended and he was living in California.
Right.
The heavens opened and rain drummed overhead like an army stampeding across a field. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. He’d fallen asleep with Rachel in his arms. She clung to him, like a branch in the middle of a raging river, her face buried in his torso. A wave of tenderness burned through his chest, causing his hand to move of its own volition. Slowly, he slid a finger along the skin of her cheek, testing the warmth, the texture, the grace.
She stirred. He dropped his hand.
“You all right?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.
“No,” she answered. She sucked in a breath, pushed back and sat up. “I’m sorry. The thunder was so close and so loud, it scared me, woke me up. Jeez, what’s wrong with this tent? I was so hot before, now I’m cold again.”
Adam could hardly see her in the dark. What time was it? He got on his knees. Needed to check and make sure water hadn’t leaked inside the tent.
“Just give me a second,” she said. “I need to get my—wait don’t turn on the light!”
Too late. He’d already flicked the switch.
The lantern lit the interior. He blinked and his eyes zeroed in on a set of full, perfect breasts seductively cupped in a red satin bra. A fucking red satin bra. He froze like a prisoner caught in a search light. Rachel was sitting up, shirtless, the blue sleeping bag bunched around her waist, hair free and flowing over her shoulders, innocently seductive in a bra that pushed up her full breasts and barely covered her nipples.
Jesus fucking Christ.
A wave of pure white-hot lust slammed through his body. Her breasts were stunning. Perfect size. Perfect shape. Her whole torso was perfect. Like a goddamn Victoria’s Secret model. She had the kind of breasts that made a man fall to his knees in worship. He itched to touch them, to tear off that fucking scrap of fabric and suck, lick and nip, all night long.
“Rachel, your tits.” His voice was hoarse. “Perfect…they’re perfect.”
There was no way he was keeping his hands off her now. No way in hell.
Fuck the consequences.
Her nostrils flared and her lips formed a straight line. She grabbed the gray sweatshirt she’d been reaching for and quickly tugged it over her head. A total eclipse of the sun. “Stop it. That’s not funny.” Her voice cracked. “Turn the light off. We need to go back to sleep.”
“Sleep?” His throat tightened and his fists clenched. “I can’t sleep now. Why have you been hiding those perfect tits from me?” Adam’s mind flashed to the parade of baggy T-shirts she’d sported since he’d met her. And meanwhile, this—this—had been hidden underneath?
“Stop it.” She hissed and crossed her arms over her chest. “What kind of question is that? On what planet would I be showing you my breasts? You’re the one who said nothing was going to happen between us. Remember?” Her brow furrowed and she sucked in a breath. “And stop saying that. Are you making fun of me? Because if you are, it’s…it’s mean.”
“Making fun of you? Why would I be making fun of you? I’m trying to tell you—”
“Cut it out, don’t try and deny it. I know what I look like, and I don’t need you to rub it in. You’re acting like a jerk. Turn the light off.”
“Rachel, you’re—”
“Turn, the light off!” she shouted.
He switched it off.
Goddammit. She thought a compliment was a twisted joke? How could this woman with the stunning figure question herself to the point where she thought he was making fun of her? How many assholes had she dated?
Fuck that shit.
“Rachel,” his voice snapped with authority. “Come here.”
“Why? What is this, some sick joke you’ll laugh about later?”
“No. I’m going to prove to you that I’m serious. Now take off that sweatshirt.”
“What? That’s crazy talk. I’m not—”
“Take it off now or I’ll take it off for you. I’m counting to three.”
“You can just forget it, I’m not going to take—”
“One.”
“But—”
“Two.” He started to lean toward her.
“Fine! Fine. I’ll do it. But only if you keep the lights off,” she warned. “And no more comments about my…my breasts. We’ll just go back to sleep, okay?”
“Take the fucking shirt off.”
He could see the outline of her shape as she yanked off the sweatshirt and threw it to the ground. “Happy?” she said with a shaky voice.
“The goddamn light is off and you aren’t naked yet, how in the hell could I be happy?” he clipped. “Take. The bra off too.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath. “Why? What are you going to do?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” she croaked. “You’re confusing me.” The tent went quiet. Rain continued to drum overhead. He stared at her shadowy figure, could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.
“Babe, you need to trust me,” he said gently.
“Trust you?” she shot back. “I don’t get you. You run hot one second and cold the next. You’re the one who decided I’m a scared little girl, a virgin who can’t handle your manly urges. You’re the one who decided that nothing is going to happen between us. And now you’re ordering me to strip for you. Are you kidding me? I can’t keep up.”
He smiled. She had a point. He reached out, slid his hands around her upper arms and dragged her in close. She gasped, but all he cared about was that once again, those glorious breasts, that silky soft skin, were up close and personal.
“I�
�ve changed my mind,” he told her.
Her body jerked with shock. “Changed your mind? Uh, are you saying…are you saying that you’re? We’re…?”
Sexual tension was thick in the air; the thought of sex, the scent, the feel of it all so close. It clouded his mind. “Yes, I’m saying I’m going to take care of that virginity for you, babe. Right now.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
He found one strap in the dark, pulled it down, and then the other. He reached around and unhooked her bra.
“Three days ago, you told me if I couldn’t stand the heat, I needed to get out of the kitchen,” she reminded him. “And then you threw me out of the kitchen. Why do you want me now and not then? What changed?”
He swept his fingers over her nipples through the thin fabric at the top of her bra. Her breath stuttered. He bent and pressed his lips to her ear. “This, this is what happened.” He let the bra fall and cupped her breasts in his hands. “Unfortunately for you, I’m a breast man.”
Chapter Eleven
“But—”
“I still think you’d be better off without me as your lover, but, sweetheart, the time for choice is past. After tonight, you’re mine. I’m going to worship your tits. Lick, suck and pinch your nipples as long as it takes, my cock pounding in your pussy, until you come so hard you scream my name.”
“Omigod.” She exhaled.
“Then I’m going to do things to you that used to be outlawed in most states. You want me, Rachel? Well, tonight you’re going to get me. All of me.”
Was this real? Was she dreaming?
Rachel’s whole body quivered. He was so confident, so sure of himself. Like Babe Ruth pointing and calling an out-of-the-park homerun before he’d even picked up the bat.
“Keep your arms and hands down,” he ordered. She did as he said, caught by his magnetism, his sex appeal, his charm, and oh dear God, that body, that body that was about to be on top of hers. That body she’d watched intently, wishing she could touch, wanting to run her hands over all those hard muscles. She swallowed. Her skin tingled as heat rushed between her thighs.
But a thread of fear appeared, a blot in the back of her brain. Was she happy she’d agreed to this, or was she scared? She wasn’t sure, maybe a bit of both. She didn’t know what she was doing. Adam was experienced, and she wasn’t. What if she did something wrong? What if she accidentally angered him? What if she wanted to stop, how would Adam react to hearing no? The what-ifs began to multiply. “Adam.” Her voice quivered with anxiety.
He laced his fingers through hers and kissed the top of her hand. “I’ve got this,” he whispered. “Forget that other asshole,” he said as if he’d read her mind. “Whatever he did, this will be nothing like that. You hear me, Rachel? Nothing like that.”
She took a deep breath, and forced herself to relax. “I know,” she answered. And she did, she did know. Something essential settled inside of her and she let it all go, gave it up to Adam and instantly felt lighter, like she’d dropped ten pounds.
He unlaced his hand and cupped her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into it. “Listen to me,” he said in a smooth, deep voice that brooked absolutely no disobedience. “Tonight, in this bed, you’ll follow my orders and do as I say. Understood?”
She nodded against his palm, surprised this wasn’t freaking her out. “I can do that,” she answered in a small voice. The lights were still off and she was comfortable knowing he couldn’t see her in the dark. Comfortable knowing he wanted her, and this was going to happen, right now. She was finally going to let loose and allow a man to make love to her.
Unbelievable.
Most of all, she was happy that man was Adam. She trusted him. She’d only known him for six days. Six measly days, but in that time she’d already bared her soul to him, grown closer to him than any man she’d ever known. It made sense he would be her first.
She didn’t know what tonight would mean for their future and she refused to dwell on it and try to plan ahead. This new life was all about living in the moment. Grabbing what you could and holding on.
He rubbed his thumb against her jaw and kissed her. A kiss like the one before, again like their lives depended upon it. His tongue swept inside her mouth, sending a jolt of electricity rushing throughout her body. Then he pulled back, paused as if he were hanging on the edge of a precipice, and slid his nose along hers.
Beautiful.
He cupped one breast, bent down and licked the underside. A moan tore from her lips. She swayed against him.
“I need easy access to these gorgeous tits. Tomorrow, you’re wearing different clothes.” He cupped both breasts, raking her hardened nipples with this thumbs. Electricity shot straight to her clit. Her head fell back and she groaned with delight.
“Okay. Tomorrow.”
He lowered his head and proceeded to do everything he’d threatened before.
He began to slowly torture her, circled her navel with his fingers and trailed up to underneath her breasts again. She sucked in a breath, trying to remain still, letting him do what he wanted. He seemed to love touching her torso, filling his hands with her breasts. His mouth descended and his tongue slowly, so slowly, licked across one contracted nipple. A shiver ran up her spine at the erotic intimacy. He opened his mouth and covered it, tugged. At the same time, he claimed her other nipple with a pinch that was nearly painful. She bit back a cry as powerful sensations shot to her womb. Rachel let go of her inhibitions and clutched his head, arching her back, trying her best to crawl right inside of him.
“Please,” she sobbed. “I need to—”
“Hands down,” he commanded, his voice scarily hard.
She blinked rapidly, dropping her arms to her sides.
He lifted his head. “This time, I do all of the touching. You are not allowed to touch me unless I ask you to. Tonight, I’m in charge of your pleasure, Rachel.”
She nodded, speechless.
His voice gentled. “I want you naked with my mouth on your pussy. Take your clothes off and lay down and open for me.”
She did as she was told, excited and frightened at the same time. She’d never been naked in front of a man before. God, she’d never received oral sex before, only given it. The only way this was even happening was because the darkness gave her the anonymity she craved. Her torso was already bare, so she stripped off her sweat pants and peeled off her underwear.
Meanwhile, Adam stripped too, tugging his clothes off and tossing them aside. Her breath froze in her throat. Adam was naked. She could hardly see him in the dark, but just knowing he was naked sent a charge up her spine. She leaned back onto the sleeping bags as she’d been told and he covered her immediately. His big, warm, heavy body felt wonderful on top of hers—a huge man making her feel small and petite. God, all that glorious male skin and those sleek muscles.
Which she couldn’t touch.
Her breathing turned erratic. It was scrambling her brain.
He crushed his mouth to hers. She met him kiss for kiss, devouring as much as taking, keeping her arms down, fisting the sleeping bags with both hands. She would never grow tired of kissing this man. Never.
He tore his mouth away and his lips were at her ear. “Spread your legs.”
Again, she did as she was told, surprising herself at her lack of inhibition or worries. There was no shyness, despite the fact this was her first time ever having a man’s mouth down there. Her previous boyfriends had never gotten this far. She wasn’t virginal like some medieval bride. Her vibrator had always been her trusty companion. But butterflies still swept through her belly as his hands pushed her legs wide. He bent his head and his tongue was right there, right there in the perfect spot.
“Oh my God.” She gasped.
Her back bowed off the bedding. He manipulated her clit, covering the swollen nub with his lips,
sucking and stroking at the same time. She ground her hips against his mouth and started to grab for his head but cut herself short and reached to the sides, twisting the nylon fabric in her fists to keep her hands off him. Her world narrowed, everything else faded. The rain quieted, and everything outside of the tent dropped away. All that mattered was Adam. And Adam seemed to know every switch, every spot. He was amazing. A thousand times better than doing it herself.
The vibrator had just been demoted.
Adam’s second threat—his fingers in her pussy—proved to be her undoing. He slid in first one digit and then two. The walls of her vagina clenched. She tossed her head back and bit her lip.
Oh, so much better than her vibrator.
“Come for me,” Adam rasped. “I want to feel your orgasm.”
She wanted it too, and she felt it escalating, like a song rising, faster and faster. It hovered right there, just barely out of reach. “Adam,” she cried out. And then it crashed. She bucked her hips as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her, her pussy constricting around his fingers. She gasped as the pleasure intensified until it bordered on pain. She could hear Adam growl softly as he licked, staying right where she needed him.
Afterwards, she lay there, languid, trying to recover from the best non-vibrator-induced orgasm of her life when she heard a crinkling sound. “What is that?” she whispered, her head lolling to the side.
“Condom.”
He was putting on a condom? That was good, of course. But still. “You planned for this?”
His shoulders shook with laughter. “Babe, men always plan for this.”
Then he was over her, one arm bracing his weight at her side and his mouth latched on to her nipple. “Oh,” she cried out as the sensation sent a current straight to her womb. Her hands drifted up again, trying to touch his back, his hair, where ever she could gain purchase.
His mouth immediately popped free of her nipple. “Keep those damn hands down,” he demanded. “Do not touch me.”
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