Page 33 of Blood Stone
Kate let out a moan that sounded almost like a sob. Her whole body was paused just on the edge of climaxing, inched closer by Adrian’s cock.
He thrust steadily, as her muscles eased around him. And then, as he thrust, he slid his hand down her thigh to her exposed and weeping pussy, and plunged his fingers inside. His thumb thrust up against her clit, and as his pelvis pushed against his hand, his thumb rubbed the swollen, sensitive organ, and his fingers were driven deeper inside her vagina, the tips of them curling up to stroke her g-spot.
Kate found she was lifting herself off the table in response to the deep bite of pleasure tearing through her. It took only a handful more strokes of his cock, with his fingers driving into and up against her, before her climax shuddered through her in what felt like wave after wave of pulse-stopping energy.
She couldn’t catch her breath. It was locked up with the pleasure. She hung, her back arched, her body locked, as Adrian fucked her, the climax squeezing her heart and lungs and muscles.
“Mmm...yes. Come on, Kate. Let go. Let go and scream.” His voice was altered from his own pleasure.
Finally, the climax released her enough for her to draw breath. Kate groaned...or she thought she would groan, but the sound that emerged was a loud scream, like something out of a porn movie.
But the backwash of the orgasm still possessed her, and she rode it out, as Adrian gripped her hips and began to slam into her in hard deep thrusts. Only a few more and he came with a choked groan, leaning over her on one hand, his breath ragged, as she shook from the aftereffects of her orgasm, her pulse uneven and her breath ragged.
As he hung over her, he was watching her.
Kate drew in a longer breath, finally gaining a measure of control over her lungs. “I should have proposed this weeks ago.”
His mouth lifted at the corners. Just a little. “It would have been just sex then. You weren’t under the gun. You weren’t a week away from filming.” He lowered his head to hers and she caught her breath, but his lips merely brushed her cheek.
He straightened up and withdrew from her.
“You’re saying I don’t enjoy sex unless I’m in a pressure cooker?”
“You wouldn’t have enjoyed this as much.” He nodded toward the end of the trailer. “Can I use your bathroom?”
She sat up. “Sure. I’m next.” She frowned. “So ‘this’ was just blowing off steam?”
Adrian glanced back over his shoulder as he headed for her bedroom. “That’s what you asked for, wasn’t it?” He stepped into the bedroom, then into the tiny bathroom attached to it.
Kate snatched up her clothes and headed back into the bedroom, and sat on the bed. Adrian hadn’t completely shut the bathroom door.
She sat on the bed, waiting for her turn.
If this had been just blowing off steam, she couldn’t wait to see what Adrian did in bed when he really meant it.
He emerged from the bathroom, his clothes restored to order, and sat on the bed next to her. For a moment he just sat in silence, and Kate realized that he was feeling awkward.
He took a breath. “What do you need, Kate?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Your movie,” he clarified. “What do you need to get the movie back on track?”
It took her a moment to string it together. “You’re offering help?”
He picked up her hand and spread her fingers over his knee. “Garrett is pissing me off,” he said flatly. “What he’s doing to you. And I have...resources. I can help. Yeah.”
“You have people?”
He gave another small smile, a lift of the corners of his mouth. “Yes, I have people.”
“You?” She stared at him. He had never shown up with a single person in entourage, ever. She wasn’t even sure what car he drove. He just...appeared. She only knew what sort of business he ran because everyone else in L.A. knew about it, or knew of someone who had done business with him.
But he had people. And resources.
And he never seemed to be short of money, either.
“You just don’t flaunt it, do you?” she observed.
