“Adam. Your lung…”
“Screw my lung. If it gives out, I’d rather it be while I’m fucking you.”
“You shouldn’t be fucking at all!”
“Fine.” He palmed the back of her thigh and pulled her leg over both of his. “You fuck me then.”
“Ad—” The smack to her ass turned her protest into a squeal, and she sat up quick, the result being he now had her exactly where he wanted her. Perched on his dick. His very large. Very hard. Very ready to be fucked dick. “No need to get all handsy, Mr. Bossy Pants.”
He lifted his hips, and holding hers in a tight grip, he thrust his cock against her throbbing pussy. “You love it when I get all handsy. Now commence with the fucking, Ms. Sassy Pants, or do I have to remind you again who’s in charge here.”
“Hmph.” Eve whipped off the T-shirt she’d slept in and tossed it onto the pile of clothes he’d left on the floor last night. His hands smoothed up her ribs, going for her breasts, and grabbing his wrists she pressed them into the mattress over his head.
Her hard nipples brushed against his chest as she ground herself against him, and he groaned her name. One long drawn-out syllable.
“Mm, I like it when you beg,” she whispered in his ear before sucking his lobe between her teeth. He moaned, and the desire behind his plea made her bold. Tongue teasing its way to the corner of his mouth, she reached between them and freed the tip of his cock from his briefs.
And oh God, the feel of his silky flesh gliding through her tight fist made her core pulse. She stroked him up and down, a bead of come turning things slick. Yeah, she wanted to fuck him. With her hand, her mouth, but desperate to feel him inside her, she chose her pussy.
Pulling her panties aside, she lined him up at her entrance and impaled herself on his hard length. The welcome invasion of her body stole her breath, and she gasped.
“Fuck. That’s it. Ride me.” His cock buried to the nuts inside her, Adam’s hands landed back on her ass cheeks, his fingers digging in as he ground his hips against her. “Take whatever you need, baby. Don’t hold back.”
She met his eyes, and the intensity in his gaze made her heart squeeze tight.
This. The two of them. Joined together. This was what she wanted. What she needed. Today. Tomorrow. Ever after. Adam was the man for her. She just needed to find the courage to tell him with words.
Until then—she lifted her hips and dropped them hard—she’d show him how she felt.
Back against the padded headboard,computer in his lap, Adam hit send on the email he’d drafted and checked off another item on his mental list of shit to do. Contract signed and returned, the JTT had a new member.
Jay had done a deep dive on Nalini Christina when Gray had started therapy, and the doctor had checked out. Since then, Adam had found himself having several discussions with the psychologist. He’d wanted to interview her before recommending her to Eve, and somehow, they’d ended up talking about his father, his choices, his future.
The woman had a remarkable ability to get to the heart of an issue, all the while encouraging you to look at things from another perspective. She’d helped him gain some clarity about the colonel and Adam’s guilt over his death, and more importantly, she’d helped Gray in more ways than he could count.
He believed she could help Eve and the rest of the JTT too.
Individually, they’d been through a lot. Suffered hardships, losses, and heartbreak. They were beaten and broken, but as Dr. Christina had said, not irreparable, and that gave Adam hope. Hope for recovering Tak alive. Hope for Gray and Chase’s future. Hope for himself and the family he wanted to create with Eve.
Lying on her stomach beside him, she stirred, and he laid his palm on the warm skin of her back. God, he loved this woman. Her strength. Her spirit. Her sassy sexy ass. She belonged to him, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to make her happy. To help her heal. Find her peace.
One day at a time—Dr. Christina’s advice in a nutshell.
Easier said than done. Adam had been trained to think five steps ahead. Planning and preparing for the future while anticipating the worst possible outcomes had kept him alive and saved countless lives.
As the leader of the JTT, he had to remain laser focused on protecting Americans from whatever bullshit Johnson and his financial backers were planning. Hehadto stay three steps ahead or the consequences would be dire.
But when it came to Eve, he had all the time in the world, and staying in the moment with her would be his greatest pleasure.
“Mm…what time is it?” she groaned, lifting her head, and cracking one eye open to check the time on the alarm clock on his bedside table.
“After eight,” he replied, closing the laptop and tossing it aside. “How’d you sleep?”
“Before or after you woke me at an ungodly hour for morning sex?”
Adam snorted and grabbed the TV remote. “Both.”
“Good.” She stretched her body along his, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder as he settled back down on the pillows.
