Hope Over Fear (Over #1) (18 page)

Just jump.

A small smirk reaches my lips, and my eyes are dancing with acceptance as I look up at Adam. He crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that is filled with hunger and wanting—a promise of what’s to come. He greedily bites my bottom lip, and my desire surges through me.

I fumble with the keys as we make our way to the door. All the while, Adam is brushing gentle kisses on my neck and exposed shoulder. His hands are biting into my hips, and he’s pressed against the length of my body. Somehow my trembling fingers get the key into the keyhole, and I turn into Adam and back my way into the foyer.

Adam’s hands dive into my hair, and his thumbs gently caress the side of my face. He lowers his head and our lips meet in a searing kiss that has me holding on to him for balance. The fire is overtaking my body and pooling between my legs, and I squeeze them together in an attempt to soothe the ache that’s steadily building inside of me.

I clumsily unbutton Adam’s shirt and run my hands across his bare chest, his muscles twitching. I fumble with his belt and unbutton his jeans as his hands move in and grip my wrists.

“Sara, slow down, baby. I plan to enjoy you all night; I’m not in any hurry. Believe me, there is nothing in this fucking world that I want more than to be buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours, and I promise we’ll get there. Where’s the bedroom?”

Oh. My. God. No one has ever talked to me that way, and I never, ever want him to stop. It takes me a second to remember where my bedroom is, but when I do, I lead him there while he runs his hand underneath my sweater. He stops me as we enter the doorway and presses the front of his body into my back. I feel his hardness push against my ass, and my head falls back onto his shoulder.

He crouches down behind me and lifts the bottom of my sweater, slowly raising it over my head. I feel his mouth running slowly up my spine. The touch is so achingly soft, almost a whisper. I can’t be sure if I feel the hint of his tongue or if it’s his breath leaving a trail of lust as he slowly travels up my body. I need so much more—my body craves more of his touch, his tongue, his body.

He unhooks my bra, and his lips and tongue meet my shoulder and softly leave a trail as he turns me to face him. He looks at me reverently and runs his hand down my body. He starts at my neck and then trails down between my breasts and keeps going until he reaches the top of my jeans. He grabs onto a loop and jerks me quickly to him. When my nipples meet the bare skin of his chest, they instantly harden.

His tongue outlines my ear before he whispers, “You are so fucking gorgeous, Sara. Just the sweet sound of your voice makes my cock hard.”

He’s unzipping my pants and backing me up to the bed as he continues to whisper in my ear. As he sits me on the bed, he kneels in front of me, slowly peeling my jeans and panties away. His whisper soft mouth runs down my legs as my jeans hit the floor. I don’t think I can take much more. My body is humming with want—with need.

“Please, Adam.”

“Please, what, Sara? Tell me what you want.”

“I need you to touch me. Please, I need
more
.”

He rises to meet my face and cups it in his hands. His lips meet mine in a crushing kiss of lips, tongue, and teeth.

“Don’t you see, beautiful girl, I’m
knocking
.” Adam softly chuckles as he pulls off his shirt and tosses it on the floor. His chest and abs are perfectly chiseled. Adam smirks when he notices my blatant examination of his body, but I’m too far gone to care. I see that the tattoo that starts on his lower left arm snakes up his shoulder and across his heart. There are heavily knotted branches with small flowers, but I’m too aroused to give it much more thought.

He gets on his knees in front of me and places my legs over his shoulders. He gently licks and kisses my inner thighs, and I’m panting in anticipation. He gently bites my inner thigh as he lets out a groan, and I nearly come undone at the sound. I lean back on my elbows so I can watch him, and when he places a gentle kiss to my center, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. He softly licks up and down both sides of my lips, purposely neglecting my clit. I moan equally out of pleasure and frustration.

“That’s it, Sara. Just let go. Let me know what you like.” He continues his ministrations as I bite my lower lip so hard I worry I’ll break the skin. The burn inside me is slowly building. He keeps me right on the edge, giving me the pleasure I crave but withholding the release I need. I drop my head to the mattress and close my eyes on a long, frustrated moan. I fist my hands in Adam’s hair and tug, trying to guide him where I need him most. I hear a soft chuckle, which only fuels my frustration.

I feel Adam’s finger enter me at the same time that his mouth covers my clit and he begins to suck. The moment he touches me, an indescribable release detonates throughout me. He continues gentle sucking as I ride out the most intense orgasm of my life. So intense that I question if what I’ve felt before could even be called an orgasm. I open my eyes to see Adam suspended on top of me, grinning from ear to ear.

“That was so fucking hot.” His eyes are hooded, and his chest and arms are flexed, holding his weight above me. I run my hands over his chest as I lick my lips seductively.

“Well, I’m glad, because that’s the hottest fucking thing that anyone’s ever done to me,” I pant softly as I slowly make my way back to reality, only to be pushed under a sea of pleasure once again.

“And I’m not done with you yet, Sara, not even close,” Adam whispers to me as his cock slides in between my legs across my wetness. My eyes roll back and close as I’m overcome with sensation. I feel the loss of Adam’s weight and the tearing of a wrapper.

He places light kisses on my stomach and then lightly licks and sucks each of my nipples. I instinctively arch into him and grip his biceps tightly. He slowly licks his way up my neck and then kisses me with urgency and yearning as he grinds into me. Tasting myself on his lips fills me with primal need, and I desperately tug his hair to keep his mouth on mine. I whimper as the throbbing burn inside me begins to build again.

“Sara, open your eyes for me.”

I feel his cock at my entrance, and I open my eyes and gaze into that deep blue. I don’t want to miss one second of this. His eyes are gentle and hungry at the same time, and I feel him fighting to remain in control. He slowly enters me, never breaking eye contact. Taking his time, he stretches me, fills me, waiting until my body is ready for more. He’s larger than any other man I’ve been with, and the stretching of my body creates a delicious ache.

“God, Sara, you feel so fucking good.” Adam pushes deeper into me at a painstakingly slow pace. He pulls out almost completely before driving back deep into me. A groan rumbles in my chest as my fingernails bite into Adam’s back.

Adam grabs my shoulders and effortlessly flips our positions. I’m now straddling him, and he takes in my body with admiration as he continues to drive his thick cock into me. He grabs my hips tightly and moves my body to his rhythm.

“I could watch you ride my cock all night long. I want you to touch your tits for me, beautiful girl. Pinch those hard nipples.”

My body responds to his commands without contemplation. I instinctively want to please him. He lets out an animalistic growl as my fingers circle my nipples. He swipes his tongue across his thumb and reaches out to rub my clit. I throw my head back and cry out at the sensation.

“God, yes, don’t stop. So deep. Oh, Adam!”

Another mind-stopping release crashes down on me, and it’s almost too much pleasure to bear. Adam pumps into me faster, wringing out every last bit of my orgasm. He pulses inside me as his release overtakes him.

I continue to lie on top and settle my head into the curve of his neck. He gently rubs my back as we both fight to catch our breath.

“So what do you think, Sara?” I can hear the smile in Adam’s voice without looking up. “I
knock
pretty damn good, don’t ya think?”

I bite his ear affectionately and giggle softly. “Oh yeah, you can
knock
whenever the fuck you feel like it, as far as I’m concerned!”

So many emotions pulse through my mind; it’s difficult to decipher them all. Adam makes me laugh, he makes me smile, and he also unravels me. I want to know more about him. I just
want
him. And I want him to know me. Of all the things that I want from and with Adam, there is one thing I know I definitely do not want.

I don’t want to run. And that’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

As I lay tucked safely in the curve of Adam’s arm, I can’t believe he’s real. I can’t believe this smart, sexy, gorgeous, and caring man is in my bed. That this man wants me. Adam’s breathing has evened out, but my mind is racing and sleep is unattainable.

The porch light shines through the bedroom window and casts a dim light across the bed. I lift my head and explore this beautiful man lying with me. The sheet is pulled down to his waist, leaving his stomach and chest bare. My fingers lightly trace over the peaks and valleys of his six-pack, and I lick my lips appreciatively.

I lean in closer to inspect the tattoo that takes up most of the left side of his chest and his left arm. The thick and gnarly branch starts on his bicep and snakes over his shoulder and onto his chest over his heart. The branch forks in to a multitude of smaller branches with tiny flowers. It reminds me of Japanese cherry blossoms; only Adam’s chest is all done in black ink except for two small images. Directly over Adam’s heart, there are two colorful Monarch butterflies.

As my fingers gently run over the ink on his arm, I notice some writing embedded into the tattoo. “Grace” is written into the bark of the branch, resembling a carving. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, wondering what this could mean. Is Adam a widow?

“She’s my sister.”

“Everything Has Changed” by Taylor Swift featuring Ed Sheeran

I JUMP AT the sound of his deep voice cutting into the silence. He hasn’t moved an inch, but his eyes are now open and staring at the ceiling.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

“I never really fell sleep. The name in my tattoo … Grace is my sister.”

“I’m sorry, Adam, I didn’t need to pry,” I stutter, before he gently interrupts me.

He reaches over and runs a finger across my cheek and smiles softly. “I don’t think you’re prying, Sara. In fact, I’m surprised you haven’t had more questions. Don’t you wonder who Lily and Gage’s mother is?”

“Sure, but I knew you would tell me when you were ready. I didn’t want to push you.” I have my own stories that I may have to share someday, and I hope he gives me the time I need to come to terms with that. I’ll gladly give him all the time he needs to let me in.

“My sister, Grace, was three years older than me. She and I were inseparable as children. I would follow her wherever she went, but she never minded. Or maybe she did mind, but didn’t want to hurt my feelings. Whatever the case, she always took care of me. I had a lisp when I was a child, and you know how cruel kids can be. She’d kick anyone’s ass that even thought about teasing me. She was kind of scary, actually.” Adam chuckles.

“She sounds like a wonderful big sister.”

“She was.” Adam is silent for a long time, and I start to wonder if that’s the end of his story.

Maybe it’s too much for him. It hasn’t escaped my attention that he refers to Grace in the past tense. I imagine it’s extremely difficult for Adam to tell me these things, and I run my fingers through his hair in an attempt to comfort him. He turns onto his side to face me, our bodies aligned, our faces only inches apart.

“We lived in Baton Rouge, and Grace enrolled at LSU when she graduated high school. She moved out and into an apartment, but I still saw her all the time. I was so glad she stayed in Baton Rouge instead of going away to college. Anyway, she studied pre-law and worked in the mailroom at a local law firm. That’s where she met Dean. It’s almost as if the sick, the truly depraved people of this world, crave the innocence and beauty around them. They have an overwhelming need to corrupt purity and perfection.”