“What are you doing?” Nell asked, her voice breathy, as he moved down to her neck. Her head fell back, and she nearly moaned when he scraped his teeth across her rapid pulse.
“You smell fantastic. Wild and ripe, like spring.”
“Spring is floral,” she muttered, her hands coming up to rest on his arms, her fingers digging in as his mouth stopped a whisper away from her lips.
“No.” He continued to nibble along her jaw along the other side. “It’s earthy. Elemental.” His hands rested on her hips, pulled her close enough so she felt his erection. A flood of desire drenched that red thong that she now longed for him to rip off.
“I’ve been very patient, Nell,” Adrian murmured against her ear. “But, I’ve been having dreams about you. Dreams where I stick my tongue inside you and eat you up.”
Nell let out a shaky breath, her nipples so hard they hurt.
“Dreams where I bite your nipples.” He pressed his hard length against her. “Dreams where you come so hard that I can feel you slick and tight and pulsing around me.”
Oh, fuck this. Nell met his eyes. They stared at each other for a long moment, the noise of the crowd and the Mayor’s miked voice fading away as her breath quickened.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said finally.
Without a word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her away. Nell followed all too willingly, knowing that deep down, where she hadn’t wanted to admit it, she’d worn the red thong and matching bra, and shaved her legs with extra care, hoping that they’d end up like this. Adrian led her to his car a block away, and she got in. She sent a quick text to Hannah letting her know she was leaving her car in the lot for a while.
Hannah: Oh, really? Will I find Adrian’s car in your driveway?
Nell: No comment.
“Your place?” Adrian asked. “It’s closer, and I want to be inside you as soon as possible.”
She slid her hand down her chest, waiting until he shot her a sideways glance, then dipped her fingers below the waistband of her jeans. “Better hurry. I think I’ll get started without you.”
“Oh, Jesus.” The car lunged forward as Adrian stepped on the gas.
Nell threw her head back and laughed, then moaned long and loud for him as she caressed herself. When she withdrew her hand and licked her fingers, Adrian let out a strangled sound and took the corner so fast the tires screeched. As they entered the wooded stretch of road leading to her house, knowing that Zane and Ryan would still be in town, getting Mellie lunch, she whipped off her shirt. Her nipples strained against the sheer red lace, and Adrian drew in a sharp breath.
“You’re killing me here.”
Nell looked at him under her lashes as she drew one finger around her nipple in lazy circles. “Try to keep up, Adrian.” She switched to the other nipple, let her head fall back against the seat. “I’m so fucking wet right now.”
Adrian turned into her driveway, then yanked one hand off the steering wheel, slid it down her belly and under her waistband.
“That better?” he asked, his voice strained as he dipped under her thong and felt for himself just how turned on she was. “Christ, Nell.”
“Mmm,” she purred, arching up against him. “More.”
He rubbed his finger up and down her folds and she increased the pressure on her nipples, her breath coming faster and faster. He parked the car—a bit crookedly—next to her porch and removed his hand, turning off the ignition and then capturing her mouth in an avid, open mouth kiss. His tongue met hers just as he slid his finger back inside, deep this time, and she gasped, bucking against him.
All to quickly, he withdrew, pulled away. “Inside. Now.”
They scrambled to unbuckle their seatbelts, and Nell had to grin as they both ran to the house. Her hand shook slightly as she unlocked the door, Adrian pressed up behind her. They fell into the house, turning to each other of one accord, lips meeting in a hungry kiss. She shoved the door shut, tugged on his shirt to lead him up to the loft, not breaking the kiss. Gasping and tugging at each other’s clothes, they made it halfway up the stairs before he pressed her up against the wall and fastened his mouth over one lace clad breast. Nell moaned when he switched to the other breast.
She writhed against him, her desire reaching a fever pitch, her nails digging into his bare back. The need coiled tighter and tighter and just when she thought she’d find release, he pulled away, devouring her mouth once more with his, pulling her up the stairs.
In the loft, she yanked off his jeans and boxers, slid her hand over his smooth shaft with a groan. He pulled off her jeans, and she helped, then he pulled off her thong and sent it flying. Adrian licked her breasts again through the fabric of the bra until she moaned.
“Adrian, please.”
He bit down gently on her nipple, and she grabbed his ass, pulling him towards her and sliding his cock against her wet center. Adrian unfastened her bra, covered her bare skin with his hands while she shuddered. He removed the straps from her shoulders, tossed it aside, all the while slowly moving his shaft back and forth against her folds. She rocked back against him, her movements becoming more frantic as he licked first one nipple, then the other.
“Now,” she moaned, reaching up and tweaking his nipples, enjoying how he shuddered and let out a groan of his own.
He led her to the bed, pushed her down, and straddled her, licking her nipples again and teasing his penis right at her entrance until she writhed against him, her hands reaching up to grab the bars of the headboard, knuckles white. She mentally congratulated him on his excellent memory when he reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer while she continued to buck against him. Adrian stared down at her as he sheathed himself, then leaned his head and bit her nipples again, one after another, until she felt herself beginning to fly apart. As she cried out, he thrust into her hard, and she came immediately, gasping as the tension uncoiled and sheer pleasure shot through her body from head to toe. He didn’t let up as her orgasm subsided, and she kept her hands curled around the headboard, glorying in the hard thrusts and the way the muscles in his arms bulged.
When he pushed deeper inside, hitting her g-spot, Nell let go of the headboard and grabbed her breasts, teasing her nipples as she’d done in the car earlier.
“Fuck yes, Nell,” Adrian breathed, his eyes intense on hers. He claimed her mouth, devouring her until she gasped for breath and bucked wild beneath him, his tongue, his hot breath, her fingers on her own nipples and his hard, deep thrusts nearly too much to bear. Mindless, she thrust up against him, frantic, her tongue clashing with his until her orgasm hit with an intensity that made her scream.
He let out his own yell, pounding into her as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, before collapsing on top of her. Panting, Nell lay, boneless and stunned, her ears ringing.
After several long moments, Adrian brushed his lips over hers in a light kiss, then came back and lingered longer, his tongue lazily stroking over hers. Normally, she liked a little space after sex, but his lips felt so sexy against hers that she opened her mouth, got lost in the feel of his tongue, his rough face against her skin.
Damned if she didn’t feel the stir of desire again by the time he pulled his mouth away, rolled off her. He lay on his back, hands clasped behind his head, eyes closed, a smile on that sexy mouth. Nell ran her eyes up and down his fantastic body, the muscles that ridged his abdomen, the trail of dark hair leading down to his penis, the long, muscular legs.
Let’s be honest. She’d be a fool to kick this man out of her bed, she realized with a small sigh. He was hot as hell, quite possibly the best lay she’d ever had, and fun to hang out with. And, she was no fool.
As if reading her mind, he opened his eyes, tilted his head toward her. “So. That was amazing.”
Her lips curved. “Mmm hmm.”
He reached out a finger and lazily traced the curve of her breast. “I’ve decided that you’re afraid of having a mature adult fling with m
e because you know I’m more experienced than you.”
“What?” Nell rolled her eyes. “Dream on.”
“No, really.” He pulled her over with one fluid movement until she lay on top of him. She rested her forearms on his chest, eye to eye with his smug expression. “You’ve had experience in…what? Hotel rooms? Beds…showers…maybe up against the door or on the floor.”
When she just raised her eyebrow, he grinned, slid his hands down to her ass, squeezed. “God, I love your ass. Anyway. Since I actually spend time with the women I date, I’ve had sex in restrooms, on a plane, in a movie theater, on a boat, in a car, on the beach…” He trailed off, appeared to think.
“In the ocean, in the pool, next to the pool, in a rooftop garden, in a maze…”
“A maze?” Nell couldn’t help but laugh.
He shrugged. “I’m sure there’s more. Anyway, I’m clearly more adventurous. But don’t worry, I’m willing to teach you all that I know.”
Torn between outrage and knowing he was trying to push her buttons, Nell looked down at him, assessed the mischievous glint in his eyes.
“That’s so generous of you,” she breathed, sliding down his body. She paused when she got to his penis. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that.” She licked him, which jumped to attention. “And, maybe I won’t.” She slid her tongue up and down him in one long stroke. “I do have a lot to learn. How long can you handle this, for example?”
She closed her mouth over his penis, enjoying his moan as she rolled her tongue over his soft length. She sucked, licked and slid up and down until his breath grew ragged and little by little, he grew hard in her mouth. When he was fully erect again, she sat up, licked her lips, knowing he’d grow soft again, but remain frustrated. Instead, he grabbed her, pushed her down, then turned around so his cock pushed against her lips while his head dipped to her center. He licked around her folds until she moaned, and when her mouth opened, he leaned back, sliding his penis past her lips. She chuckled even as she willingly closed her mouth around him, and felt his lips curve against her. He slid his tongue inside her, sucking and biting gently as she slid her tongue up and down his shaft. Her nipples hardened when he swirled his tongue around and around, over and over. His penis swelled in her mouth, and she moaned, bucking up against him while he groaned in return. She forgot she’d been taunting him, forgot everything but the feel of his hot length in her mouth and his tongue thrusting into her.
When she convulsed around him, he kept going, licking and sucking every last drop of her orgasm, while she moaned. As every moan vibrated against his penis, he shuddered. She tasted a salty drop of precum and moaned again, working him with her mouth until he came, groaning her name.
Once more they lay, panting for several long minutes. Finally, he shifted, moved up next to her, tugging her close. He rested his forehead against hers, his breath teasing her lips.
“Nell.” He brushed her mouth with his, looked into her eyes. “Let’s not do this dance anymore.”
Nell took a deep breath, met his eyes. She raised a hand to his cheek. “Ryan and Zane and I are grilling salmon from the farmers’ market for dinner. You want to stay?”
He smiled, slid his arms around her and kissed her. “Yes, Nell. I’d love to stay.”
“Okay.” She wriggled a little, uncomfortable under his gaze. “But, I expect a lot of sex afterwards.”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“I do like things to be hard.” She leered at him, then to cover how much she wanted to snuggle up to him and lay her head on that really appealing chest, she got out of bed. “For now, we need to rescue that salmon from the car. And, you can help me prep stuff for dinner. I also don’t want it to be awkward when you show up to dinner so you’ll go let Ryan and Zane know and save me from that—bonus, you can make sure Ryan’s making rhubarb pie.” By now she was fully dressed, and he was still lying naked in bed, his hands clasped behind his head, muscles bulging. “Then, I want you naked again before dinner.”
Adrian grinned, stretched lazily, then got off the bed. “Yes, ma’am.”
As he got dressed, slowly, giving her a great view of six feet of fantastically fine male specimen, she drank it all up, not bothering to hide it as her eyes swept up and down every inch. And, for now, it was all hers. For the life of her, she couldn’t quite remember why she’d resisted him for so long.
One thing was for sure, she thought with a wicked grin as she made sure that he went down the loft stairs first so she could enjoy the view of his ass, she would make up for lost time. Starting right before dinner, when she planned to get him all good and wet in the shower.
It was turning out to be a really excellent day.
Chapter 10
“Dios mio,” breathed Marcelo, as the bright yellow wings of the plane dipped above the sparkling blue waters of the ocean. The vivid green of the San Juan Islands dotted the sea below like jewels.
Adrian grinned, delighted the fickle spring weather cooperated enough to dazzle one of his closest friends. His mom had dropped Marcelo off at the harbor in her still sporty but much sturdier BMW. Marcelo explained, while they waited for the sea plane to arrive, that he’d arrived a few days early to meet with Agata and Sofia to discuss setting up a permanent art gallery space for El Refugio.
“Originally it was just the exhibit area,” he’d explained, his dark eyes scanning the harbor and taking in every detail. “Next thing I knew, Agata’s telling me how they need space for classes because art is therapy for newly arrived refugees who don’t understand the language.”
Adrian had hid a smile.
“Then, oh, wouldn’t it be great if there was studio space they could rent out—for free of course,” Marcelo had widened his eyes and threw up his hands. “For free! And, they need it to accommodate private events for fundraisers, on and on.”
“I’m shocked, shocked and amazed,” Adrian had commented, smiling as he spotted the cheerfully yellow plane on the horizon.
“Sofia doesn’t say much, but she turns on the big puppy dog eyes,” Marcelo had added, hoisting his duffel bag on his shoulder. “Dios.”
“You can say no,” Adrian had noted as the plane landed. He’d hid his disappointment when instead of Nell, Pete hopped out.
“I know, I know. It’s time for me to give back. I’ve been blessed after all.” Marcelo had shook his head as he climbed into the plane. “I just didn’t know I’d be giving so damn much.”
Now, Marcelo met his eyes across the cabin of the plane, nodded. “You did good, my friend. I love it.”
“We haven’t even landed yet,” Adrian laughed.
Marcelo clapped him on the shoulder. “I can already tell it suits you.”
Adrian knew from their previous travels together that Marcelo was the perfect tourist—never failing to find something impressive to exclaim about, excitedly questioning the locals about the area, devouring the local food and inevitably finding a stellar piece of art to take home as a souvenir. This was, however, the first time he’d show Marcelo around a place he considered home, and he found himself both amused by his friend’s immediate awestruck reaction and gratified.
“Let’s go meet Nell,” Marcelo exclaimed as soon as the plane taxied to a stop.
Since Marcelo’s stays tended towards the more open-ended variety, Adrian had already told him Nell might very well be staying over at some point—at least, if he had anything to say about it. In the past week, they’d spent three nights together, but always at her place. He suspected it was her way of stubbornly exerting some control over the situation.
They thanked Pete for the ride and wandered inside the airport. Anna Sue smiled in welcome and tilted her head, surveying Marcelo.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” she said in her honey filled Southern drawl. “Y’all enjoy your flight?”
“As always. Anna Sue, this is Marcelo, the owner of the art gallery I was telling you about.”
“Oh!” Anna Sue’s eyes widened before she managed
to hide her surprise.
Adrian couldn’t blame her, since he’d described his friend as a highly successful businessman who owned a series of art galleries across the world. Marcelo clocked in at a very bulked up six feet tall, his muscular arms covered in intricate tattoo sleeves of traditional Incan designs, and when he wasn’t smiling, the combination of his tats, intense deep, dark eyes and shaved head could be intimidating.
However, at that moment, he smiled wide, eyes warming. He took Anna Sue’s extended hand and instead of shaking it, brought it smoothly to his lips and kissed it.
“What a pleasure,” he said smoothly. “You must be the glue that holds this place together. Beauty and competent intelligence all wrapped up in one package—your husband is a very lucky man.”
On many men, the compliment would have sounded swarmy or trite, but the combination of his tatted up look and old-world courtly charm never failed, as far as Adrian could tell. Sure enough, Anna Sue’s cheeks flushed a becoming pink. Adrian waited for Anna Sue, an accomplished flirt herself, to work her own magic, but as Marcelo upped the wattage on his smile, she just giggled.
“Oh, go on, you.” She waved them back, brushing a stray lock of hair off her forehead. “Nell’s in the back.”
“Wow,” Adrian murmured as Anna Sue answered an incoming call, and they went through the door that now connected the hanger to the office. “I’ve literally never seen Anna Sue rendered speechless.”
“It’s a gift.” Marcelo surveyed the spotless hanger where Pete circled the plane, clipboard in hand, completing his post-flight check. “And, I meant it. I have heard this Southern accent only rarely. I find it most sexy. If her husband would share….ah well.”
Adrian chuckled at his friend’s more liberal attitude. “American women—and men—don’t tend to share, Marcelo.”
“It is a sad thing.” Marcelo shook his head.
“Goddammit! That’s fucking bullshit!”
Adrian raised his eyebrow, cocked his head towards the open office where he caught a glimpse of Nell swinging her feet off her desk and standing up to pace. “There’s my shy, retiring Nell now.”
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