Boldly Angelina did the same. “So are you.”
In three strides, he was in front of her. Picking her up, he walked out of the bathroom to his bed, laying her down. “This will be your first.” He stared down at her, his tone firm.
“Yes, it will be,” Angelina agreed, her sweet smile brightening the room. “As it should have been.”
“As it will be.” Adam climbed beside her, his lips grazing hers as one hand roamed her body. He shook from the inside as his hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple to a tight peak. Her sweet moan as her neck arched off the pillow about did him in. Damn, he had to get control of himself or this would be over real quick, which meant the possibility of Mark Fucking Wilson still being in her memory and he planned on wiping that son-of–a-bitch completely out.
His mouth mashed down on hers, her body responding to him as if made to do so. He was in control and damn proud of the fact. Her moans and cries were music to his ears. Her hands explored his body driving him insane, but still, he maintained until her soft fingers brushed the tip of his cock. He couldn’t hold the groan that slipped from his throat. His moan urged her to wrap her small hand around him. Moving up and down, her grip tightening with each pull. Lifting his lips from hers, their eyes met.
“Please, Adam.” Her whispered plea did him in. “Don’t make me beg.”
“You never beg for anything, Angel,” he vowed, moving between her legs. “All you have to do is ask.”
Smiling, she placed her hands on his chest. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
He was poised, ready to enter what he considered was paradise, and with one careful push, he was inside her warmth. They both hissed at the pleasure, Adam recovering first. “Believe it, Angel, and it’s going to happen over and over again.” He slowly pulled out before pushing back in, being careful because she was so tight around him. A sheen of sweat covered his body as he fought for control when all he wanted to do was plow into her over and over again.
“Don’t hold back, Adam.” Angelina looked up at him as if she had read his mind. “I want all of you.”
Reaching under her, he cupped her sweet ass while bracing himself with his other arm beside her head. He began to piston inside her, going faster with each stroke, but watching to make sure she was feeling pleasure and no pain. His Angel opened up, receiving everything he had to give. He knew she was on the edge and he thanked God for that; he was about ready to lose it. With three hard thrusts, he sent her over the edge. Watching her sent him straight to heaven. His head flew back on instinct, but he snapped it back down so he could continue to watch her.
“Oh, my God!” she sighed, clamping her eyes shut.
“Angel?” Adam slowly pulled out of her, thinking he hurt her. “Angel?” His voice rose as he rolled off her.
Turning her head, she opened her eyes. “Can we do it again?” A grin spread across her face. “That was amazing.”
This time, Adam snapped his eyes closed, flopping back on the bed. “Jesus. I thought I hurt you.”
Angelina leaned up looking down at him. “I’m not fragile, Adam.” Angelina ran her hand down his chest, over his nipple. “I can take whatever you dish out. Of course, if that’s all you got, then…”
Adam’s eyes popped open to see the teasing glint in Angelina’s eyes. With lightning speed, he had her on her back again. “Oh, babe, that isn’t even close to all I’ve got.”
Angelina laughed, but her smile faded slightly. “I love you, Adam. I’ve always loved you.”
“And I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch to have you.” Adam kissed the side of her neck. “And I love you more than you know. Now for round two.”
“Finally.” Angelina rolled her eyes.
“Oh, really?” Adam tickled her, but stopped when she grabbed him tightly with enough pressure to make him hiss in pleasure.
“Yeah really,” she whispered, the teasing gone.
God, he had been a fool. How could he have failed to fight for his Angel? He made a promise to himself; he’d spend his life fighting for this woman, and no one had better stand between them…ever.
Before he could lean down to take her mouth, someone pounded on the door making Angelina yelp and Adam cuss a blue streak.
“What!” he growled loudly, covering Angelina with the sheet.
“Sloan wants everyone in the game room now,” Steve shouted through the door.
“Dammit,” Adam sighed, rubbing his face. “We’re getting our own place.”
Laughing, Angelina climbed out of bed pulling on her clothes. “Does that happen a lot?” She nodded to the door.
“Yep.” Adam pulled on his jeans carefully because he was still wanting Angelina in a big way.