by Anna Durand
His head dropped to my shoulder, and he murmured, “You’re mine.”
Oh yes. This wasn’t just a hot fuck. In one moment, everything had changed. I adored him, this thoughtful and sweet man, this passionate lover. I was his. Willingly. Forever.
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Sometime later, I roused from my post-coital haze to find myself sprawled half over Adam on his bed. I vaguely recalled him scooping me up and carrying me into the bedroom, my dress fluttering to the floor, his strong arms lowering me onto the bed.
In a daze, I’d watched him strip off his own clothes, one garment at a time, with deliberate slowness. As he cast aside his ruined shirt, he gave a low chuckle and flashed me a salacious grin. With my brain functioning again, I marveled at the wild way I’d torn his shirt open. So unlike me. But with Adam, I’d let go of old inhibitions to find a new liberation.
His one arm cradled me from beneath, while his free hand rested on my arm. At some point, he’d pulled the covers over us, up to my shoulders. The heat of his body cocooned me. I shifted atop him, humming my pleasure at the sensation of his nude body beneath me, and glanced at the bedside clock. We’d lounged here for an hour. The best hour of my entire life. Make that the best hours. From the moment he’d walked into the club, straight down to our mutual ravishing in the hallway, this night had turned into the most erotic, magical, and intensely intimate experience I’d ever had. And to think I’d warned him to stay home tonight. “Adam?”
“Hmm?” He sounded lazy, relaxed, sated.
My body was limp, but my brain buzzed with thoughts. “Thank you for the hot fuck.”
He laughed. His chest bounced. “You’re welcome. I’ve never been thanked before.”
“Really? I’d imagine all the women you bedded would be grateful, if this is any indication of your talents.”
He went rigid. “You make me sound like a gigolo.”
“No-no, I didn’t mean it that way.” I lifted my head to look at him. “I’m sorry. You know how I babble and say stupid things. All these endorphins are messing with my head.”
His muscles slackened and he sighed. His fingers smoothed my hair back from my face. “I love you, Mel. I want to be with you, and only you, for the rest of my life.”
Earlier, I’d blanched at his declaration. Since then, I’d experienced my own epiphany. I’d also blurted it out in the middle of earth-shattering sex. Not the ideal moment. I needed him to know I’d meant it. I caressed his cheek. “I love you, too.”
He rolled onto his side and folded me in his arms. “Wear the earrings tomorrow night.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m taking you to dinner, at a nice place. Then I’m going to propose to you.”
A giggle burst out of me. “Are you serious?”
“Yep.”
I assumed an expression of mock seriousness. “In that case, you should know I’m going to say yes.”
“Good. I don’t like surprises.” He pinched my ass and I yelped. “Like when you decided to go on the prowl for a one-nighter.”
“Come on.” I wrapped my hand around his hardening shaft. “Rescuing me turned you on.”
“Maybe.” He slipped his hand between my thighs, his fingers skimming my wet heat. “But if I’d gotten there too late, I would’ve murdered whatever asshole took advantage of you.”
“Lucky for us you’ve got great timing.” I gasped as his fingers dived inside me. “Oh…Adam. You surprised the hell out of me tonight. Would you have told me how you felt if I hadn’t embarked on a stupid mission to get laid?”
“Would you have gone through with it?”
I pretended to consider the question for a moment, but I knew the answer the second he asked. “No, I would’ve chickened out.”
“I thought so.”
Curling my fingers around his cock, I stroked up and down his length. “You haven’t answered my question. Would you ever have told me the truth?”
With a sharp intake of breath, he clasped my wrist and wrenched my hand away.
“Well?” I said. “Would you?”
“Eventually. I figured out I’m in love with you about a week after you hooked up with Devon. I waited two years for you to kick him to the curb. When you finally did, I…I told myself you needed time to recover. But to be honest, I was afraid you’d turn me down.” He took possession of my mouth in a long, lazy kiss. “Your plan pushed me to stop procrastinating.”
“So it’s a good thing I wanted to bang a stranger.”
He thrust his fingers deeper, I moaned, and his thumb found my engorged clit, rubbing it in circles. “Let’s never mention your idiotic plan again.”
“Yes, master.”
He grinned. “Hmm…I can think of several ways to take you up on the master thing.”
I threw my leg over his. “I’m up for anything. I trust you, Adam, with my body and my heart.”
“Okay then.” He flipped me onto my back, pinning me with his hot, hard body. His deft fingers toyed with my sex, driving me ever upward toward a climax so high I couldn’t yet glimpse the summit. I writhed under him, hungry to take his throbbing erection inside me. “I know what you want. Don’t worry, I’ll never let you down.” He ducked his head between my legs, peeking up at me over my hips. “But first…I still haven’t tasted you.”
His tongue swirled around my nub, over and over, the swollen flesh aching from his touch. I struggled to catch my breath, half mad from the way he rubbed his teeth over the hard center of my sex. His tongue lapped and skimmed, teased and tormented, from my clit straight down my cleft and right back up again. Every part of me he licked tingled and pulsed, my head spun, and the pressure drove me up and up, my back arching. Adam pulled away.
“Hey!” I slapped his arm, the one part of him I could reach.
“Trust me, Mel.” He kneeled between my thighs, his shaft brushing my sex. “I told you I’d never let you down.” With a wicked grin, he bent over the bed’s edge to snag his pants and dig another condom out of the pocket. Foil ripped. He unrolled the latex over his glistening head, ran his rough hands up my thighs, grasped my hips, and boosted them up off the bed. “Are you ready for me?”
“Oh…yes.”
He slid inside me, inch by inch, until I thrashed and whimpered, begged him to take me, squirmed and bucked. He withdrew, with exquisite slowness. His face was pinched, his body taut.
“Let go, Adam.” I stretched up to hold his face in my hands. “You don’t have to hold back for me. I want all of you, just the way you are.”
Wonder splintered the tension and illuminated his face. He let go.
In one smooth thrust, he pumped into me in a sensual rhythm, our bodies joined in a dance of hunger and adoration. Each lunge took him deeper, pushed me higher. He threw his head back and bucked into me, grinding his hips. I fisted my hands in the sheets, all the while gazing into the face of the one man I’d never intended to love. Ardor and wonder merged on his face, into a look of pure ecstasy. I came first with an explosive orgasm, thrashing in his hands. I rode with him until he found his release in a wild rush. I reveled in the feel of it, of him inside me, shattered by our lovemaking. And that’s what it was. Love.
He flopped onto the bed, drawing me close to him. There, cuddled against the only man I’d ever loved in the deepest, truest sense of the word, I reeled from the intensity of our passion for each other—and the conviction of our bond. And I realized something.
The Arsonist had just retired.
About the Author
Anna Durand is an award-winning writer, a freelance librarian, and an audiobook addict. She specializes in sexy romances, both paranormal and contemporary, featuring spunky heroines and hunky heroes. As a member of Romance Writers of America, she volunteers for two of its chapters—as membership chair for Hearts Through History and social media chair for Outreach International. In her previous life as a librarian, she haunted the stacks of public libraries but never met any hot vampires hunting for magical books.
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