Page 17 of Dark Medicine

“How can you say that?” she said quietly.

“Because I know what I’m feeling is real, Fiona. I’ve never felt anything more real than this. You and I are not some one-night stand or a two-week fling in Ireland. I don’t have words for what we are yet, but I know that this is more than words and more than sex.”

Fiona started to argue but couldn’t. Adam was right. Whatever was happening with them was something neither had experienced before nor could put a name to. She nodded, kissing him, and feeling the wetness and passion of Adam drip down her body, she smiled inwardly. It was exciting, sensual, and hot as hell. No man had ever lain with her and not immediately jumped up to wash off and go home. Not even her asshole ex-boyfriend. Adam was indeed different.

“You good?” he asked, pulling her against his hard body.

“I’m better than good,” she said, smiling up at him. “You’re a very, uh, well-endowed man, Adam. It was the most satisfying experience I’ve ever had.”

Adam choked a bit, trying not to laugh at Fiona. It was clear she didn’t have much experience. She was so tight. If she had sex at all, it was most likely with some boy who had no clue how to satisfy a woman. He only kissed her and nodded.

“Let’s get some sleep, baby,” he whispered.

Fiona couldn’t even nod, the exhaustion blanketing her in comfort and satisfaction. Everything would be well, no matter if the gypsies invaded tonight or not. She was with Adam.

Adam looked down at her sleeping face and smiled. How could this have happened so quickly? One minute he was a lonely doctor with a thriving medical practice, and the next minute he was involved up to his eyeballs with his friends and pink dust. Fucking pink dust.

That was his last thought as Adam drifted off to sleep was of him and Fiona lying naked in a bed of pink dust, their bodies caked in the substance as they passionately took one another again.

CHAPTER TEN

The morning sunlight filtered through the window, the streaks of amber and yellow glowing across the milky white flesh of Fiona’s backside. Adam smiled down at her, rubbing the small, hard globes of her ass. Years of running gave her beautifully firm cheeks, sculpted perfectly, tapering to lean legs. He kissed the small indentations above each ass cheek and made his way up her spine. She moaned in delight and rolled over, kissing him passionately.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said against her lips.

“Good morning, handsome,” she smiled. “A girl could get used to waking up like this.”

“Yea?” he said, arching a brow. Fiona blushed and started to look away. “Fiona? Fiona, look at me, baby. I want you to get used to this, but with me, honey, just me.”

“Who else would I be thinkin’, Adam Thorn?” she said in a decidedly angry Irish tone. Adam grinned at her and kissed her before she could push away.

“I like when you get angry. You sound more Irish than American. It seems appropriate,” he laughed. “Let’s get dressed before the others come searching for us.” He stood at full attention. Fiona grinned and followed him toward the bathroom.

“We should conserve water,” she said seriously. “I mean, Ireland is an island and all, but, well, water conservation is important.”

“You’re sore, baby,” he said, kissing her.

She reached around him, turned on the shower, and stepped inside, her hair wet against her body once again. Adam couldn’t help himself. His cock grew to its full length and size, and he moaned from the pain of it. He needed to be inside this woman once again. Fiona laughed as he stepped into the shower behind her.

The steam from the shower pillowed around them, forming clouds of condensation. Adam lathered her tender body, gently touching her folds as she moaned. He knew she would be sore and expertly used his fingers to allow her release. Her hard nub throbbed from the intensity of his touch.

Fiona was touched that Adam thought of her tenderness. Kneeling before him, she stroked his purple head, the large round shaft barely fitting between her lips.

“Fiona! Oh, God, baby!”

Adam’s voice cracked with ecstasy as her lips wrapped around his head. He held her hair, watching her plump red lips work their magic. When he knew he could hold it no longer, he tried to pull her back, but Fiona refused. The warm liquid squirted at the back of her throat, and she swallowed every drop, gliding her tongue along his shaft. The sensitivity made him shiver as he pulled her to him.

“You are a very bad girl, Fiona Graham,” he growled.

“Lucky for you, Adam Thorn,” she smiled against his lips. Twenty minutes later, they were both dressed and headed out of the room.

“Let me just stop at my room,” she said, pausing in front of the door. “I forgot to grab my jewelry out of the safe.”

Fiona opened the door and gasped at the completely ransacked room. Shredded pillows covered the floor, their feathers everywhere, sheets stripped, empty drawers pulled out and tumbled on the bed.

“Step back,” ordered Adam, forcing her back into the hallway. “Go! Go and get Kane, honey. Go!”

Fiona took off down the stairs, and moments later, the thundering sound of footsteps ascended. Kane and Flip stood in the doorway, Adam standing in the middle of the room, staring at the mess.

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