Chapter 10
Shock ricocheted through Adam’s system, and warning bells went off in his head, but her lips felt like heaven. For a half second he didn’t move, determined to stay in control. Bianca’s hand flattened against his chest as she drew closer, her mouth warm and so fucking soft against his.
The woman kissed like she meant it.
Then instinct took over.
His hands came up automatically, settling at her flanks to steady her when her injured knee wobbled. She tasted faintly like red wine and huckleberries, sweet and completely distracting. The oversized T-shirt she wore bunched beneath his fingers.
He pulled back first, cataloguing her.
She blinked up at him, her dark eyes wide, her breath coming fast. Her braid had loosened during dinner, strands of damp hair escaping around her face. She was all curves, sexier than hell. His hands felt just right at her waist.
He kissed her on the mouth again, really fast, just one more in case this ended.
“Baby, you know I’m all in.” Not for a second had he hidden his attraction for her.
“But, we need to get a couple of things straight.” His brain and his cock fought for dominance, and so far, he wasn’t sure his brain stood a chance.
“Yeah.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth.
His dick jumped hard against his zipper, and he bit back a pained wince. “This is just between us. Nothing to do with the movie, the town, the bar, or anything else. It’s completely separate.”
“I know.” She licked her swollen lips.
Think. He had to be clear. “I’m not changing my mind about anything, and while you could influence me to do a hell of a lot, we need to be clear.”
She rolled her eyes, her cheeks rosy. “I don’t make a move because of a film, Adam.” That rosiness turned into a full blush. “It’s, ah, been a long time for me. This is out of the ordinary.”
He brushed a couple of stray tendrils away from her face. “So I’m a vacation from reality?” He could live with that.
Her mouth tipped in a sassy smile. “Yeah. You’re my own hot-bodied personal day.
Or week. Or month.” Her eyes widened. “Unless this is just one night for you?” Her hand flattened over his left pec.
“I like you. The whole cowboy vibe, and the way you rescued me tonight. The way you cooked dinner. It’s not just, well… ”
Sex. It wasn’t just sex. “Totally agree,” he said softly.
“You’re beautiful and sweet, and I like how determined you are and how hard you work.
You showed kindness and smarts in the hearing.
It’s more than just this night. More than physical.
” He usually didn’t speak so much, but he figured she needed it.
And it was the truth. They’d just met, but he felt like he saw her. That he knew her better than he should.
Which was more than likely going to bite him in the ass.
At the moment, he didn’t care.
She hummed and ran her hands up and over his shoulders, digging in. “I do need to ask. Am I going to be fighting off women from town over this?”
“No. But we should talk about the location for the movie—”
Her nails bit into him now. “No more talking about the movie. Please. Just you and me and right now.”
Enough talking, huh? Okay. He swept her up, careful of her injured knee, and started toward the bedroom.
“If you’re asking if I’m seeing anybody, I’m not.
In the slightest.” The closest he’d come was when the Lady Elks had used him to make Hawk jealous with Dawn.
He’d somewhat played along but hadn’t done more than flirt.
If that. He might’ve been a bit cranky about it, thinking back.
“I’m all yours while you’re in town.” Yep. Totally the truth.
She looked down at his chest, one arm sliding around his neck as he walked into his bedroom.
“Um, it doesn’t matter, and it’s none of your business, but I, well, I don’t do this.
” Her eyes flashed up, deep tawny with golden flecks.
“I mean, hook up with sexy cowboys on sets. My down time is usually spent driving around and looking at gardens.”
That was absolutely adorable. He ducked his head and took her mouth again before sitting her on the bed. Slowly, he clasped the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over her head, loosening her braid as he did so. “Me either.”
She snorted, her eyes dancing. “Right. You’re celibate.”
The words rattled around in his head because she was braless. Of course she was—her clothes had been sopping wet. “Not celibate, but it’s been a while,” he admitted, leaning down and licking along her clavicle.
She shivered.
He nipped her and kept going, dropping to his knees between hers, and stopping at her breasts.
Absolutely fucking beautiful. He’d always been a breast man, and hers were spectacular.
Full and round, they more than filled his big hands, and her nipples were a sexy dusky-rose. Indulging himself, he licked a nipple.
Her entire body shuddered.
Nice. Very. He gently nudged her legs apart, his hands on her ribcage, his mouth on her tits. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and she dug her fingers through his hair, lightly tugging. Then he leaned back. “If your knee starts to hurt, you tell me.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her abdomen shuddered.
This was gonna be fun. He slid his thumbs into the sweats and tugged down, gratified when she lifted her sweet ass so he could remove them. His hands stayed gentle, especially by her knee, until they hit the floor.
Holy fuck. No panties. He smiled.
She coughed. “That’s a dangerous smile.”
“You have no idea.” He dropped his mouth to her thigh, the one near her healthy knee, and nibbled his way up. She’d waxed. Totally bare.
“Um,” she whispered.
He looked up, seeing vulnerability in her chocolate brown eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you, Bianca. Ever.”
She visibly swallowed, looking beautiful and fragile in the soft light from the other room. The look caught him right in the heart and slammed down to his balls. For the first time, he caught the danger she might pose to him.
Not that he cared.
Thunder bellowed outside, and she jumped.
He ran his thumbs up the inside of her thighs, slowly opening her legs for him.
She blinked. “Um.”
Enough of that. He planted a hand on the center of her chest and pushed.
She squeaked and then laughed, falling onto her back.
Better. Much better.
“You don’t, er, have to—”
“Have to?” He sank his teeth into her thigh, not too deep, but enough to get her attention. She sucked in air and her body stilled. “This is a pure pleasure, baby. Trust me.” He kissed along her skin to where he wanted to be, licking her core. He hummed. “You’re fucking perfect, Bianca.”
At his words, her body relaxed onto the bed.
He smiled and moved back in, truly enjoying himself.
Man, she was responsive. He quickly learned where to move and how fast, when to slow down to torture her, and when to make her pant.
She was all woman, and he enjoyed every second of this.
Full-bodied had always worked for him, and she had curves.
Gorgeous, sexy, responsive curves.
Her thigh muscles tightened at his shoulders, pressing in as if to get him to hurry it up. He sucked her clit into his mouth and then released it, lifting his head. “If you hurt your knee, I’m going to be pissed.”
She lifted up on her elbows, her glorious tits swaying. Her eyes were cloudy and her lips pink. “So?”
Oh yeah? He slipped two fingers inside her and twisted, finding her G-spot.
She almost came off the bed. “Adam,” she breathed.
He licked her clit. “You don’t want me pissed.”
She gulped, her legs splayed wide, raw need in her eyes. As well as a bit of curiosity. But she didn’t push it…this time. “Okay.” She fell back down.
This was too much fun. She was too much fun. Doubt wriggled in the back of his mind and he shoved it away. They both knew this was temporary, so he might as well enjoy. He twisted his fingers again, working her G-spot, grinning as her body gyrated against him.
“Adam?” she gasped, her back arching.
All right. He lashed her clit hard, twisted his fingers, and then pushed her right over the edge. She whispered his name, her body shaking, as the orgasm ripped through her.
Wow. Bianca settled back on the soft bedspread, her thighs still shaking. That was the most incredible orgasm of her life. She swallowed, trying not to have a heart attack. Her pulse rate was way too high. This couldn’t be healthy.
Maybe she’d been missing out by not having one-night stands. Seriously. Or maybe, and she’d bet on this, that had been all Adam. The guy knew his way around a woman’s body. Or was it just her?
Vulnerability tried to grab hold of her again, but it was too late for that.
He stood, still between her legs, and tore off his shirt. The rasp of his zipper was loud in the quiet room, and then he stood there, buck-assed naked. Not shy in the slightest. Of course, why would he be?
The guy had a body. Like a movie star body, but without the stardom. Hard and muscled, smooth skin, and seriously intense brown eyes that were almost black. He had a couple of scars on his left ribcage that looked like knife wounds with a burn.
She pushed herself to sit and ran her palm over them. “You were hurt.”
“Yeah. Long time ago in the service.” He slid his fingers through her hair, undoing the braid. “Your hair is spectacular.”
She moved and kissed his scars, nibbling across his abdomen. He tasted salty and male, and she wandered around, impressed by the length of him. The gods had been kind with Adam Ridgeway.
He grasped her waist and lifted her farther up on the bed, following her and stretching out fully above her.
She marveled at his strength, her hands exploring down the hard ridges of his arms to his wrists. “Is this all natural?”
He bit into the soft skin between her neck and shoulder, zinging electricity through her. “Natural?”