Page 15 of Dark Medicine

“We can’t solve this tonight,” said Kane. “Let’s get some sleep and go find our gypsy friends tomorrow.” Kane took Aislinn’s hand and nodded at his friends as they headed upstairs. Flip and Spook followed with Adam and Fiona behind him.

“Adam,” she whispered, pulling his arm back, “Adam, I don’t want to be alone tonight. Can I… can I sleep in your room? I’ll take the chair or…” Adam held up his hand and shook his head.

“You won’t be sleeping on any chair. The bed is big enough for both of us, and I promise to be a good boy, really.” He grinned at her, and something in Fiona’s stomach felt vaguely familiar. It was a dormant feeling until she met Adam Thorn.

He gripped her hand firmly, leading her down the long corridor to his room. She stopped at her door and stepped inside, grabbing her overnight bag and toiletries. Stepping outside again, Adam locked her door, and they walked inside his room.

“You can take the bathroom first,” he said, turning his back to unbutton his shirt.

Fiona said nothing but walked into the small bathroom and closed the door. Having showered earlier, she only needed to wash what little makeup she had on off her face. She slipped into a pair of silk pajama bottoms and matching camisole, her flat breasts barely visible at the vee, but her rosebud nipples standing at attention in the cool Irish night air.

Taking the elastic out of her braid, she fingered the hair free and then slid a brush through, the big waves sweeping down her back. Fiona brushed her teeth and then stepped from the bathroom to see Adam sitting on the side of the bed, a pillow in the center. He was wearing cotton sweatpants and no shirt.

Fiona could barely contain the giggle threatening to release in her chest. He was absolutely magnificent. His body was lean with muscle, several small scars on his chest and back. His skin was tanned but in a natural way. Not as someone looked who spent time in tanning beds. The curves of his muscles created intricate shadows on his body, every movement causing a tantalizing sensation to flood through her body.

“Finished?” he asked, grinning at her.

“Wh-what? Oh, yes! Sorry,” she said, looking away.

Why yes, I am finished inspecting every inch of your body and dreaming of all the deliciousness.

“I’ll be just a minute. Pick a side,” he said as he slipped into the bathroom. Fiona heard the water running and lay down on the right side of the bed.

Adam looked in the mirror and saw the flush of his cheeks and the definitely identifiable hard rod in his pants. She was so fucking beautiful, and she didn’t even know it. He grabbed a washcloth, ran it under the cold water, and then lay it against his hard cock, praying for it to go down. The shock of the cold water had the desired effect, but not completely. He would just have to hold his hand over it until he got in bed.

Feeling like a sixteen-year-old teenage boy, he stepped from the bathroom, grateful that Fiona had turned out the lights. He slid between the sheets and turned to face the window, his back to her.

“Do you have enough room?” he asked in a husky voice filled with desire and visions of the woman lying next to him.

“Y-yes,” she said quietly. “If you need more room, you can remove the pillow.” He listened to her voice, wondering if she knew what she was asking of him. “It’s okay, Adam. Really.”

Adam grabbed the pillow and shoved it under his head. Lying on his back, he put his right arm under his head, staring straight up at the ceiling. Time stretched for what seemed like hours but only minutes ticked by.

“Adam?”

“Hmmm?”

“Can I… Can I kiss you goodnight?”

“Honey, you never have to ask to kiss me. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to stop when you do,” said Adam, turning to look at her beautiful face. She rolled to her side, her breasts visible in the deep vee of her camisole.

“Then don’t.”

CHAPTER NINE

Fiona leaned on her elbow, her mane of red hair fanning out over Adam’s chest. Her lips were red and full, begging for his touch. Adam waited patiently. He needed her to be sure before making the first move. She inched forward, slowly at first, her long fingers splayed over his right pectoral. When she was mere inches from his mouth, Adam reached up, laced his fingers through her hair, and pulled her close.

His tongue found hers and immediately began a dance of seduction and passion. Adam pulled Fiona closer, pressing her body against his own. One arm snaked around her waist, the other gripping a fist full of hair, pulling her closer and closer until they became one. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her silk pajama bottoms, the soft skin of her upper buttocks making him shiver.

Fiona was losing herself in Adam. His hard body was pressed against her own, his leg positioned between hers. He could feel the heat coming from her apex, and he swallowed hard. He let his fingers glide down from her hair to her neck and then further, her silk camisole doing nothing to hide the pert nipples. He pinched one, and she let out a sigh of delight.

“Adam… Adam, please,” she panted.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need,” he breathed into her mouth.

“I-I need you. I need you, Adam. I need you inside of me,” she moaned against his lips.

Her moan was the signal Adam needed. He shoved his cotton pants down and tossed them beside the bed, then did the same with hers. He was more than pleased that she wore nothing beneath them. Lifting the camisole over her head, he tossed that on the floor as well.

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