Chapter Two
Adam
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“NOTHING HAS CHANGED.” Slamming the door closed with my foot, I was already shrugging out of my sweater.
Somehow, in the midst of the trepidation and insecurity of the last few hours, Caroline had roused the same unbridled arousal she always had.
We had little idea what the future held, but I needed her all the same, as if the solace of her skin would right all the wrongs.
If running from Britain had taught me anything, it was how fragile life could be.
The only thing promised was that one moment we were living in. “I want you naked and on your knees.”
Watching her undress, Caroline’s power washed over me. Even with no authority and little control over proceedings, she’d managed to capture me, luring me away from the position I’d enjoyed and depriving me of all its luxurious trappings.
Caroline Craness, the small, slim brunette with no history of political uprisings, had completely mesmerized me, and in doing so, she’d pulled the first brick away from the wall of Ian’s carefully built construction.
My lips twitched at the thought of the man who’d called the shots for too long.
A part of me wished I could have been there to see the president’s face once he realized what we’d done and witnessed his tantrum.
As things stood, though, I had better things to look at.
Right on cue, she smiled, sliding her tights down to her ankles before kicking them off and tugging at the hem of her dress.
She was the picture of obedience as she discarded the dress and sank to her knees in the small space.
Her actions were exactly what I’d asked for, but the wild glint flashing in her eyes was something I’d rarely seen before.
“This is it, little girl.” Unzipping my jeans, I yanked my cock from the denim, amazed at how hard I was.
A few minutes before, I’d been discussing possible getaway routes with the wrinkling Andrew, yet only a few murmurs from her, and I was enraptured.
“We’re on the verge of a new life together, yet you will still fall to your knees for my cock whenever I command it. ”
“Yes, Sir.” Her expression was hungry as she gazed at me, the knowledge that she yearned for me as much as I craved her vitalizing. “Thank you.”
“Get over here.”
Beckoning her forward with one finger, my pulse accelerated as she crawled closer.
The sudden rush of lust made no sense in our circumstances.
We were on the run, political exiles and hopelessly in danger, and despite Andrew’s friendliness and assurances that he would be able to help on the other side of the channel, we had no idea what awaited us there.
By all rights, we should have been terrified, arriving in a foreign country by boat and attempting to smuggle in under the radar, but her submission seemed able to temper almost any anxiety in me.
When she knelt, took me in her mouth, and held me, she had the power to control everything, including my emotions.
“Sir.” Her breath was warm against my groin. “May I?”
She looked at me from beneath those long, dark lashes, and any thoughts I harbored about playing it safe and keeping up my guard until Andrew’s cargo had been unloaded flitted from my mind.
“Do it.” The order sounded pained as it left my mouth, my lips parting as her warmth shrouded my dick. Eyes fluttering closed at the hedonism, I reached for the nearest bunk and groaned. “That’s so good, little girl.”
I wasn’t lying. The sensation as she worshipped me was exquisite, hotter and more intense than anything I remembered.
It was as if she was plowing every ounce of her devotion into the act.
Each flick of her tongue was designed to offer enthusiasm and loyalty, wanting me to know that she needed me, that she loved me. ..
Suspended in the web of her constancy, all I knew for certain was that I never wanted her homage to stop.
Holding the edge of the bed for support, I willed myself to hold on, to breathe and not force the pleasure to end prematurely, but God help me, I’d never known heat like it. Even the desire we’d shared at my old unit hadn’t come close to whatever crescendo she stirred within me then.
Perhaps the peril of our situation had inadvertently heightened my passion.
Who knew, after all, if it would be the last chance she had to show her adoration that way for a long time?
Who knew when I’d be able to feel her flesh against mine again?
We had no pledges about where we’d be in the coming hours, let alone days.
I had vague plans for transportation to Switzerland, but nothing was guaranteed.
I hadn’t even had a chance to talk to her about what came next yet, reassuring her only that, whatever happened, I’d find a way to take care of her.
That vow was as certain as my looming gratification.
Glancing down, I caught sight of her devouring me.
Her eyes closed, her lips pressing to the base of my balls, and the crown of my cock grazing the back of her throat.
Pressure built inside me, its ferocity suddenly overwhelming, forcing me to pull away.
If I didn’t press pause on the pleasure, it would all be over too soon.
“Sir?” Gasping, she peered up at me, dismissing the line of drool still connecting us. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I thrust a palm at her, hoisting her to her feet when she took it. “I just want to be inside you.”
“But you were ins—”
“Shhh,” I interjected, unwilling to process her logic while my goading passion silently longed to be back between her legs. “Against the door. Now.”
Snarling the instruction, I backed her against the wood, lifting her from the ground as soon as she was in place.
She responded instinctively, wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs around my middle, and mewling as my erection found its way to her sex.
A reflexive, guttural sound escaped us both as I slid inside her, her fingers tightening in my hair as she began to ride me.
“Oh, God!” She tilted her head back as far as the wood would allow, pushing her frantic clit toward me as her hips snapped forward. “Yes, Sir!”
“I know.”
Bodies entwining, I held on tight, gripping her sublime ass as I pushed our weight into the door.
Whatever the electricity was sparking between us, it was bigger than anything I’d known before.
More powerful than Ian and all his weighty shows of strength, and even more fierce than the fear of whatever awaited us.
In that moment, there was only the two of us. Caroline, shrouded in a celestial veil, the collision of our flesh echoing in the air, and the burning need to claim her as mine.
“Adam.” Leaning closer, she pushed her tantalizing breasts in my face. “I’m going to come.”
That was it. No whimpers for permission, no desperate clamors for my approval. Shoved against the door frame, she declared her need for anyone listening to hear, and although I should have chided her bad behavior, I was utterly bewitched by her performance.
“Come for me.” Ramming her backward, I growled the order, brushing my mouth over hers. “I want to feel it, little girl.”
Her eyelids flickered closed at the precise moment her wet warmth contracted around me, her muscles spasming as she fought for breath.
“Yes.” Something about witnessing her euphoria ratcheted my own need right to the edge, taking me back to the brink in a heartbeat. “That’s it, baby.”
I breathed the words onto her skin as the wave of gritted carnality ripped through me, pinning her in place as I emptied myself inside her.
Hot swells of urgency cascaded over me, and even when my strength succumbed and I released one of her feet to the floor, I refused to let her go, as though she was the oxygen I craved to stay alive.
“Sir.” Crushed between the hard structure and my body weight, she panted the word, her gasped plea bringing me back to the present.
“I’m sorry.” I inched back to give her space, but our bodies remained fused together, as though they, too, recognized the significance of the union.
“Don’t be.” Her lips tugged upward. “That was amazing, Sir.”
“You’re amazing.” Reaching for her, I stroked the loose strands of her hair from her face. “Look at what you’ve achieved, little girl.”
Her gaze darted around the tiny compartment. “Such luxury transportation, you mean?”
“No.” Nuzzling her neck, I nipped at her soft skin. “You just managed to get the second most important man in Britain to up and abscond with you, leaving everything behind him for the woman he loves.”
There were no regrets as I skimmed over the details of our last few hours.
I knew there would be enormous challenges to come, but none of them outweighed the prospect of losing her to Ian’s repulsive plans.
I only hoped some of the other women we’d freed managed to get as far away from Fortorus as they could.
There, beyond its unyielding walls, they might stand a chance.
There had to be some decent men still out in the suburbs. Men who behaved better than I had.
“Oh, that.” Her cheeks bloomed with fresh heat. “I think I might just be lucky, Sir.”
“Maybe.” God, she tasted so good. “But I think it’s more than only that. I never even wanted a long-term partner before I met you, and now, I’ve given up everything to be with you.”
The awe in my voice was justified. I might have had no compunction about saving her, but that didn’t mean I could quite believe the path I’d chosen to take.
I’d lurched from a world where everything was available to me on tap to an indeterminate and risky future.
Hopefully, my tentative strategy would unfold as I planned, but there was still the real prospect that I would be arrested.
I dared not dwell on the outcome, but I was sure the International Criminal Court would have a few questions if I crossed their path.
It doesn’t matter. The conclusion echoed in my head. Either way, this is the only way we can be together, the only future with actual possibility.
“I can’t believe we did it.” She pulled in a breath. “Can’t believe you did that for me, Sir.”
“Believe it.” I wanted her to know I’d have done it all again. “I choose you every time, Caroline.”
Watery eyes met mine, the silence between us poignant as we considered what we’d managed to achieve.
“Thank you.” Ultimately, it was her gratitude that broke the hush. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you, Adam, but thank you.”
“There’s no need, little girl. I love you.
” I held her close, relishing the feel of her skin.
No indulgence I’d ever been granted felt as good as holding her close did.
“And to your earlier point, I think this is considered five-star luxury for a pair of escapees on the run.” I snorted, making tiny circles on her cheek with my thumb. “Our next ride might not be so good.”
I regretted the quip immediately, her expression faltering as she replied.
“Really?” She caught her lower lip between her teeth, a sure sign she was worried, and who could blame her? I’d taken us from the frying pan and into the fire; the inevitability of her old, grim reality morphing to the stark lack of certainty about what happened next. “Do we have a plan, Sir?”
“We have the makings of one.” Pressing a kiss to her temple, I reluctantly withdrew from her heat, fastening my zipper before I steered her back to the bed. “Let me run you through what I know.”
She sat down on the unwelcoming-looking bunk, her eyes wide as I perched beside her.
“Want to get dressed first?”
It pained me to ask, but I knew how cold boats could be, and the last thing we needed was either of us falling ill. There’d be no Armitage on hand to help us anymore. For the first time in my life, I was going to have to rely on my own ingenuity to see me through.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She shifted to collect her discarded clothes, and while I waited for her to tug them on, I dragged the bag she’d packed closer. Everything we had in the entire world; a change of clothes, my gun, ammo, and my remaining cash in sterling, was in that one pack.
“Okay.” Adjusting her dress, she shifted closer. “What’s the plan?”