There was such weariness in the eyes of Adam as he stood at the edge of the waters and watched me play around inside the river.
Yes. I had taken him up on his offer, and had decided to pay a visit to the beautiful stream which was damn cold but cool to swim in.
I watched him rake his hands across his hair and sighed. And I wondered what could be the problem. Did he remember something bad?
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s nothing.” He fixed a fake smile on his face. But his eyes remained the same. Sad. Tired.
Was the workload or expectations on him heavy? Or was it because I was leaving? I wasn’t sure of the answer, and I didn’t want to trouble myself with those either. Besides, he would tell me if he wanted to.
“It’s just that I don’t deserve you…” He muttered, but I managed to glean the words properly. My ears must be overly sensitive today.
I nodded, a slow smile curving my mouth. “Of course you don’t deserve me. I’m so good and brave and perfect.”
My smile was teasing, frankly sexy, and as I shifted slightly beneath the fizzing bubbles, my full breasts broke the surface, inviting his suddenly heated gaze.
“And so beautiful. Do not forget beautiful,” He said softly and straightened abruptly, his muscles rippling.
I felt my heart jump in anticipation. “Maybe. You certainly make me feel beautiful.” I tilted my chin, speculative.
The look must have made his blood race because in the next second he entered fully into the water, whilst his eyes were still holding mine. I didn’t look away from his heated gaze. Instead, I smiled that slow, sexy smile of blatant invitation.
“You have something in your mind, Maya,” He murmured softly, his body tightening in anticipation.
I shrugged, a lazy movement that sent ripples along the bubbling surface of the water. “I decided now would be a good time to try out something from one of those fantasies of yours.”
“Do I have fantasies?” He asked softly. His body tightened, hardened, wanted, and needed. He could barely speak, barely move. The water was quite clear or so I thought, but I could see right through it. How? I don’t know. I would think about that later.
I chuckled then. “I’d say some pretty interesting ones. But don’t get too excited. We’re going to start with something easy.”
His eyebrows rose as he began to saunter toward me. His every movement was unhurried and lazy, but his eyes were molten with heat as his gaze devoured me. My breath caught in my throat. I bit my lip, my lashes falling to hide my sudden surge of desire.
“I want you to want me, Maya,” he chided softly. “I need to know you want me. Do not hide from me.”
In spite of myself, my mouth was already curving in response, my dimples deepening. “It’s just that you’re so beautiful, Adam.”
“Women are beautiful, not men.” Adam retorted.
“You are beautiful,” I corrected him. “Look at yourself through my eyes.” It was a teasing challenge.
He found it hard to resist. And there was something sexy about seeing himself the way I saw him. The wanting, the needing. The hunger.
“See?” I shifted to my knees in the river, more like the bank, where the water fizzing around my narrow rib cage, my breasts bare and gleaming with beaded water. My eyes were on his lean hips and hard, jutting masculinity as he stepped closer to me, the bubbles swirling around his legs like tiny tongues lapping at his skin.
I let out my breath slowly. His thighs were strong, muscled columns covered with fine hair. My hands slid up his calves, urging him closer. I felt the tremor that ran through him, and smiled seductively.
My fingertips moved slowly over the sculptured muscles, and my breath was warm and tempting along his heavy erection.
Adam closed his eyes in ecstasy as my tongue moved in a slow, languid caress over his velvet tip. His stomach muscles tightened as my mouth, tight and hot and moist, closed around him. A groan was torn from somewhere deep inside him.
He caught my hair in his fists, dragging me even closer to him, and his body nearly exploded with pleasure as my hands sought his buttocks and urged him more deeply into me. With my mouth tight around him and my soft breasts pressed against his thighs, the bubbles tugging at his calves, and my silken hair in his fists, every thought was pushed from my mind until it was filled only with him, with pure sensation.
My fingers massaged his buttocks, pressing hard into the heavy muscles, urging him on. He moved, a slow, long stroke, gritting his teeth against the pleasure that nearly consumed him. My mouth moved over him, again and again. His hands bunched in my hair so hard I was afraid that my scalp might hurt, but I knew he couldn’t control the involuntary response.
I was aware of what I was doing to him and reveled in it, in my power over him. Every sane thought disappeared, every care, every worry. There was only his body, my mouth, and the feel of his skin and the water bursting around them. Fireworks. Earthquakes. White lightning.
He found himself helplessly thrusting against me, his head thrown back, his joy and rapture not only physical but a part of his very soul. Strangely, I could feel it.
With a soft, possessive growl he lifted out of the water and placed me on the thin towel on the grass, his gaze running over my bare skin like lava. I had time for only one inarticulate cry before his mouth was on my throat, my breasts, his hands all over my body. I felt so small, so delicate under his palms, my skin warm and slick with water.
He explored me everywhere. Then his fingers found me creamy with need for him. He pushed inside, watching my eyes, and my body responded with a fresh wave of liquid desire. He pushed deeper, his mouth on me now, his teeth scraping my breasts, my stomach. I could feel my muscles clench around him, velvet and hot. He kissed my hips, the little indentation that always drove him crazy, then raised us out of the water.
Slow down, slow down.
I heard the chant in his mind, but his body had other ideas. He was on fire, his very skin burning. His mouth replaced his fingers, wanting to bring me to the same fever pitch he was experiencing.
I moaned, forgetting why and how I could hear his thoughts, the sound making him wild. To him, I tasted like hot honey, spicy and addicting. He attacked, on fire with need and love and violent, insatiable lust.
Beneath the onslaught of his mouth, I writhed, cried out. Water splashed over every side. My body clenched, released, wave after wave of sensation spiraling through her. I clutched at him for anchorage as I spun out of control, a terrible, wonderful ride that went on forever.
Adam finally lifted his head, his eyes hungry, his mouth sensual. He pulled my body to his, wrapping my slender legs around his waist.
“You drive me wild, Maya. You make me completely insane with wanting you.” His voice was husky, and he was pressed against me, hard and thick, pushing so aggressively that my body was slowly opening, allowing him entrance.
The feeling was exquisite, a slow burn, hot velvet clutching him, tightening around him, the friction almost unbearable. His hands pinned my small waist, holding me firmly while he buried himself slowly, deeply in my hot, moist sheath.
“Look at me, Maya. Know that I am your protector and that you are always in my care,” he commanded softly, his blue gaze holding mine, forcing the ultimate intimacy, wanting all of me, every inch of me, wanting us to merge completely, body to body, mind to mind, soul to soul.
He began to move then, a slow thrusting of his hips, burying himself deeply with each surge. I bit my lip hard in pleasure, the tiny pinpricks of blood triggering the fangs in his mouth. For a moment, I was scared, seeing him this way. Wasn’t his shift meant to be in two weeks time?
His hands urged me closer yet, so that I arched my body knowing he would not hurt me; my head back, my throat vulnerable and exposed, my breasts equally inviting. His tongue took the water from the rosy, hard tips and moved upward, tracing swelling curves until his mouth rested over the pulse in my neck.
Was he trying to mark me? This could change everything!
I felt my body clench in anticipation, and his teeth scraped gently back and forth until I moaned and caught at his head with both hands. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. His tongue stroked my pulse as his body moved in mine. He thrust his hips harder and harder.
“Adam!” My soft cry was a plea.
“Not yet.” He muttered, before his mouth worked at my throat, taking my very essence as my body took his, dragging at him, tightening around him, clenching and demanding until he had to cry out with the intensity of the pleasure.