Reese

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At that moment I wanted Adrian more than I wanted to breathe. I knew I lost the battle the minute I noticed his erection when the towel fell from his waist.

I doubted there was a more perfect male in the entire universe and I was fairly certain that Adrian was a man of his word and would never hurt me. I had to trust that belief.

And I believed there was more to Adrian Marlowe and he was about to show me. I knew I was risking my career by being with him. What if we had a major fight and stopped seeing each other? What would that do to the professional side of our relationship? We were both adults though; surely, we’d be able to separate the two. Besides, why was I looking at the negative side of this? I should be thinking of all the wonderful things we could do together. Yes, I had issues with bosses and shifters, but tonight, in my eyes, Adrian wasn’t either of those. He was a man who I adored. A beautiful man who made my blood run hot and I was open to anything he wanted to do.

When his tongue flicked against my nipple, lust flowed through me, hot and intoxicating. My palms skimmed up his bare chest, over taut and firm muscle. I clutched his shoulders, tugging him closer, and my thighs clenched when a sexy growl came from deep within him.

My fingers took a slow journey down his naked back, trailing over the firm and smooth texture. I forgot about his shifting. It didn’t matter anymore, not right now. I didn’t need to know anything else about him except where his tongue was heading at that very moment. I arched my hips as he made his way to the waistband of the oversized sweatpants I wore. One swift tug and they were down to my ankles. Another and they were somewhere across the room, and then I lay under his gaze wearing only my white lacy thong.

His lips curved up into a deliciously, sexy smile. I wanted them on me. Anywhere, everywhere. My breath hitched when his fingertips dipped just inside the top of my panties and slid across the entire front of the waistband. Arousal prickled my skin with goosebumps and a hot quiver rushed between my thighs. Kneeling next to the sofa, he slid his tongue down my stomach and then his mouth covered my mound, panties and all.

Heat flowed from his lungs against me, warm, exciting. He crooked a finger on each side of my panties and slid them slowly down my thighs, his heavy-lidded gaze tarrying along as he uncovered each inch of my skin, following the path all the way down my thighs.

“Adrian.” His name was hot on my tongue as my fingers became lost in his hair when he licked up the center of my core, stopping to suck in my eager little nub. And he gave it plenty of attention.

I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut when he swirled his tongue around in circles and pressing firmly against me, making me pant, and I tugged his hair so hard I thought for sure I’d pull out each and every beautiful strand in my fists. Then his tongue lapped up the center of my core before he thrust it inside me, deeper than I thought possible. My breath hitched when one of his fingers slid into my vagina. When he added the second, my hips jerked as his sucking and licking continued. My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers and I scrambled for purchase as my nails raked down the suede of the sofa, most likely leaving permanent marks. I opened my eyes to see his head, bobbing up and down as he licked me into another dimension in time.

“Adrian!” I called out as my core convulsed into a wild and frenzied orgasm.

He sent me soaring over the edge three times before he stopped and kissed the inside of my thigh. I felt him smile against my skin, his teeth nipping slightly before he got up and unzipped his jeans before shoving them down and kicking them aside. Then he positioned himself above me, propped up with his hands on each side of my head, the tip of his erection resting on top of my already tingling clit. My gaze raked up his body, taking in the V below his muscled and firm, quivering abs, his sharply defined chest, the stubble on his face still glistening with my arousal. He had a gorgeous, self-satisfied smile on his plump, wet lips.

His gaze found mine, his brown eyes gleamed with lust. There was a new golden ring around the irises that I hadn’t noticed before. His eyes were so damn hot and shimmering with anticipation, I could practically see flames in them as he towered over me, about to consummate our relationship.

“I want to be inside you, Reese.” He kissed my neck below my earlobe. “Will you let me?” His breath was smoldering on my skin, and I squirmed. I was so hot, my skin glistened with heat. 

Oh, my God. I wanted that more than anything. “Yes.” The word was no more than a frenzied breath. “Please.”

Wrapping his hand around the base, he slid the tip of his cock through my wetness, smooth and tantalizing. And then he pressed into me, slowly. His eyes glassed over and his breath hitched as he sank deeper and deeper. I didn’t think there was an end to him; he was so thick and long. When he hit the magic spot, I bucked my hips up and grabbed onto his firm butt cheeks, tugging, and he buried himself completely inside me. He pulled out slowly, only to thrust over and over again. His balls banged against my ass with each of his thrusts, adding even more pleasure to the sensation. The world around me slipped away, my focus was entirely he and I. We were the only two beings who existed in the entire universe.

I opened my eyes to warm rays of sun peeking in through the floor-to-ceiling picture windows facing the immense mass of aqua blue waters that went on and on forever. Waves glimmered with morning light as they broke into rows of white foam washing up onto the soft white sandy Kauai beach. I rolled over and studied the strong, unshaven jaw and the impossibly long, dark lashes that splayed against Adrian’s cheeks as he slept on his back beside me. I snuggled deeper under the pale blue comforter and against his firm, warm body, nuzzling into his chest.

I smiled. He was magnificent. I’d never been with a man who’d been as considerate and attentive to my needs as Adrian had been last night, or I guess it was this morning. Not that I’d had that many sexual encounters. I’m not really sure you could actually consider my first experience as “having sex,” since it had been so quick. Billy Winthrow, a boy I’d slept with my freshman year of college, was barely in and out once before he was lying next to me on his back, huffing and puffing, exclaiming how awesome it was for him. I’d thought about erasing his memory of it, but then my dad’s warning came rushing into my head: “Be careful what you erase. You never know what the future brings or who you might be hurting.” So, I didn’t do it, and Billy and I dated on and off for about a month until I met Graham, though Graham hadn’t been much of an improvement.

“You’re awake.” Adrian’s deep, sleepy voice flowed like a musical rhythm into my ears.

I glanced up at his smile.

“I am. I have a difficult time sleeping past eight in the morning.”

He chuckled. “That’s interesting since it’s already eleven.”

“What? You’re joking, right?” I sat up and searched the room for a clock, determined to prove him wrong, but when I didn’t see one, I sank back down under the covers and snuggled up against him.

“No. I woke at five and got up and took a swim. I came back two hours later, and you were still zonked out. I didn’t have the heart to wake you, so I crawled back into bed and surprisingly enough, fell back to sleep.”

“Hmmm ... it must have been the wild night we had last night.” I yawned, still a bit groggy.

We’d stayed up until practically four in the morning having sex. Sex on the sofa, sex on the floor, sex with me bent over the kitchen counter. We even went back down to the beach and made love under the moonlight after taking a dip in the ocean. Then we came back up and had more sex in the shower as we washed off the sand. We finally fell asleep after sex on his bed.

“I’m glad you stayed the night.” Adrian turned on his side to face me, propping his head on his elbow.

“Me too. You said you went swimming this morning. Did you ... you know, change?”

He smiled. “Yeah. I did. It’s a ritual I do most mornings before the sun comes up.”

He did that every morning? A vision popped into my head of my sister sitting alone in her apartment night after night while her boyfriend was off shifting. I sucked in a breath and looked away from him before shoving the covers off so I could get up.

He grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks and pulled me to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lied.