Bis Until Fountain Bridge (On Dublin Street 01)

“I think I just took a hit to my masculinity.”

 

 

I burst out laughing and turned around so we were face to face, my hands reaching up to stroke his jaw. “Don’t worry. I liked it. I just imagined the ‘mmm’s’ were for me.”

 

Wrapping his arms tighter around me and pulling my leg over his hip so we were crushed together, Adam’s eyes grew drowsy and heated as he stared at my mouth. “They were for you.”

 

“How could they be for me if you didn’t even know you make them?”

 

“Because I dream about you,” he answered instantly and I stilled in surprise. He felt it and gave me a squeeze. “I’ve been having these dreams about you for a few years now.”

 

“What am I doing in them?” I asked somewhat breathlessly. There was a rising tide of warmth in my chest, and an even hotter heat tingling between my legs at his confession.

 

His hand slid down my waist to caress my bum and then he pulled my lower body against his and I could feel his morning erection pressing against me. I felt my nipples tighten in reaction, and drew in a shuddery breath. “Sometimes we’re making love, other times we’re fucking.”

 

I lifted my eyes to his, my smile dimming. “I don’t like that word.”

 

His mouth twitched. “You think it’s unromantic.”

 

He knew me too well. I shrugged unsurely.

 

“Els, wanting to fuck you doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

 

Needing more clarification, I slid my hands down from his face and settled them lightly on his chest. “What does it mean?”

 

His voice was hoarse now, “When I want to fuck you it means I’m in the mood for rough and hard.”

 

To my utter shock his words were turning me on. I squirmed a little against him and felt my cheeks flush. “I don’t think I’ve ever been…” I still wasn’t sure if I could say the word.

 

I’d admonished Joss so many times for using it because it was so tawdry sounding but when Adam put it like that…

 

“Say it,” he whispered across my mouth. “I want to hear it from your sweet mouth, baby.”

 

I gulped and bravely met his eyes. “I’ve… I’ve never been fucked,” I whispered.

 

If it was possible he grew even harder against me and when his hand slipped between our bodies and under my pants, his fingers thrusting gently but easily into me, Adam groaned.

 

“Baby…” he leaned into me, his mouth brushing mine, his tongue just touching the tip of mine. “I think you like the thought of me fucking you.”

 

In response I kissed him. It was a deep kiss, one I meant to encourage the whole “f-word”

 

thing but instead it turned soulful and desperate.

 

Adam rolled me onto my back, pressing my legs apart so he could settle between them, and when he broke our kiss it was to look into my eyes with such adoration I couldn’t breathe. “I’m not going to fuck you this morning, baby. This morning I’m going to make love to you. We’ll leave the rest until you’re recovered and at full strength.” His eyes darkened with promise. “You’re going to need it.”

 

I grinned up at him, suddenly realizing that Adam was here, in my arms, talking about our future together. It was a thirteen year old dream come true. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

 

He nodded slowly, pushing my dress up my body. “As much as I love you.”

 

It was the first time he’d said it at a time I could allow myself to feel it. Those three words poured out of him and pooled into my chest and as I raised my dress over my head, lying almost naked for his perusal I smiled shyly up at him. “You know, I don’t mind what we do this morning. You can do whatever you want to me.”

 

To my surprise this caused Adam to groan and he dropped his head on my shoulder.

 

“Baby?”

 

He turned his cheek and pressed a kiss to my bare skin, his hands coasting up my ribs to cup my breasts. I arched into his touch with a sigh as he replied, “How did I get so lucky?

 

Smart, funny, sweet, beautiful, passionate and she tells me I can do anything I want to her.”

 

He chuckled now. “There has to be a catch.” I blushed deeply and Adam raised his head to witness it, laughing. “Fuck, I forgot modest.”

 

“Stop it.” I pushed playfully at his shoulders but really I needed him to stop or I was going to start crying.

 

He laughed again, the rumbling against my chest doing happy things to me down south.