Page 36 of Taking Root

Chapter Eighteen

Danny sprawled out on the bed before Adrian like his every fantasy come to life.

Her hair lit like a bonfire against the white sheets she tangled in, and her cream skin betrayed everything with how she flushed. And holy hell, those freckles would be his undoing, the way they trailed down her entire body from the sheer amount of time she spent in the sun. The taste of her lingered on his lips, a sweet nectar he’d be happy to keep licking up just to feel her hips buck.

His cock throbbed at the sight of her beneath him, and he held on by a thread. The need to bury himself to the hilt inside her mounted every time she ground herself against him, her wet folds brushing his length. Adrian looked into her eyes, which were heavy-lidded and filled with the same lust driving him to the edge. Need rammed into him, and he leaned down to capture her mouth.

He drank her in as lazy and luxurious quickly turned into something frantic. They inhaled each other, their lips crashing together, teeth sinking in, and tongues twining. Adrian gripped her hips, his nails digging into her skin as his head brushed across her drenched pussy. She shuddered with pleasure against him, and the sensation had his balls tightening in response. Adrian nudged his cock inside, lowering himself inch by inch inside of her.

Danny wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into him as she bucked forward, trying to push him in faster. The furrowed-brow determination in her gaze sparked a grin on his face, and he edged back.

“Fuck me,” she growled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tried to seize control.

He couldn’t help his smirk when he continued to move at an agonizing pace despite the insistent pulse begging him to move fast and hard. Every time he’d lower an inch or two, he’d pull away again, and her nails bit into his shoulders in protest. Danny tilted her hips up to greet his, gaining ground until he tugged away. He leaned in to bite her neck, sucking at the lily soft skin. She let out a low moan, stopping her protest, and Adrian seized the chance.

He thrust all the way in, causing her to scream his name as her back arched.

Danny’s sultry heat enveloped him, and a groan escaped him. She was so tight, so perfect, and he slid inside her like he belonged there. Drops of sweat broke out on his forehead as he began to shift inside her until they found their back and forth, like the chase that had always been their relationship. He leaned down to press a kiss to her swollen lips, tasting her sweetness as he rocked into her. Her hips thrust against his again and again as she let out the sort of carnal moans that made him want to blow his load on the spot.

Her nipples brushed across his chest, and her thighs squeezed against his hips, the lush feel of skin to skin contact traveling straight to his head. The dance between them became this quixotic, living thing, and he surrendered to the pleasure rolling through him every time he crashed into her. Her green eyes glowed with lust, and strands of her hair glued to her forehead as a gorgeous flush crept across her cheeks. He breathed in her scent, lavender and earth, an immediate turn-on every time he encountered her.

His knees dug further into the mattress as he increased his speed until the entire bed rocked against the wall, a symphony of creaks. Adrian rammed into Danny like a man possessed, need ratcheting inside him with every pass. Her cries fueled his fervor, the moans turning his blood to fire in his veins.

The pressure in him mounted as he came closer and closer to spilling over, a kettle ready to boil. Danny rocked into him, her hips greeting his in their race to finish. Her nails bit into his skin in a delicious way, the sting bringing him nearer. Ragged pants came from her, the way her breath kept hitching telling him she was just as close. They needed this completion like they needed to breathe.

The sight of her beneath him caused his chest to tighten, as if something tangible existed there at last. Sweat dripped down his back as his palms imprinted into the mattress on either side of her. She clung to him like she held on for dear life, the cries growing louder and louder each time her clit brushed against him. Danny bit her lower lip, a gesture that always, always undid him.

He slammed into her, right on the edge. She let out a piercing cry, and he gasped as he spilled into her. His mind seared from the intense bliss rocking through him like a shock of electricity. Her insides squeezed tight, the aftershocks of her orgasm milking him dry. In the following quiet, their ragged breaths circulated around the room. Adrian stared into Danny’s eyes, lost to her. He’d fallen from the moment she walked back into his life, and those feelings intensified with every moment they spent together.

A satisfied smile curled Danny’s lips, and he reached down to kiss the side of her mouth. She was the stunning of an early spring morning, blue skies and dew gliding down the blades of grass. Buried in her like this, he couldn’t imagine how he’d once thought her remote or unreachable. Their bodies communicated in ways their words never could. Sweat slithered down his back, and he could see the same sheen glistening across her body, their limbs tangled together like the roots of a tree.

Danny reached up and ran her fingers through his sweat-soaked strands, the gesture so tender his chest ached in response.

“That was long overdue.” She stared at him, her expressive eyes filled with the same yearning he’d always had for her.

“Over a decade, I’d say,” he responded, brushing his lips across her forehead. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

Slowly, he pulled out and then leaned on his elbow, soaking the sight of her in like he might never get to see it again. As the frenzy died, his head throbbed anew with the nasty bruise. Running into the older guy in her apartment, getting knocked out and tied up felt like ages ago even when it happened mere hours ago. He’d been so relieved to see Danny again that all thoughts of the shake up before vanished. The way they’d crashed together was sudden, fierce, and inevitable.

He reached up to touch the bruise, still hot, and winced in response. Danny’s gaze darkened, and she sat up, bringing the sheets along. A shaky breath came from her.

“I owe you an explanation,” she said, her tone turning grim.

Adrian’s brows furrowed. As much as he wanted to know, he needed her more. “Only if you’re ready.”

She shook her head. “You have no idea. I’ve been ready from the beginning, but I wasn’t allowed. Hell, I’m still not, but now that he’s seen you, I can’t risk you wandering around without knowing.”

Adrian hopped up from the bed. “Let’s clean ourselves up and have a real conversation then,” he said, making his way toward her bathroom. She followed him in and popped her shower on, the hiss of the spray inviting. As much as he wanted to run his hands down her body, she brimmed with the same tension that descended every time she’d bolted before. They’d been waiting to have this discussion for far too long, and even though she was alluring to the point of distraction, he’d stay on point.

They settled down in her bed with a creak, and he had to admit washing the sweat off him felt far too good. Neither bothered with their crumpled clothes though, and as Adrian sat, he opened his arms, welcoming her there. She shook her head, hands on her knees as she faced him, draped with her creased sheets.

“This conversation’s going to zap everything out of me,” she explained. Her half-smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You’re the first person who isn’t a Fed to hear it.”

Well, there went all the mafia princess rumors. Adrian settled against the wall, his leg propped up as he tilted toward her.

Danny tossed some of the sheet toward him. “Cover up, stud. You’re making me want to jump your bones all over again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling a bit of the sheet over. Not like it helped his libido in the slightest. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and go for a round two, but he settled in instead.

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