Page 87 of Her Greatest Adventure

“Fuck,” he groans, and then he’s pulling that long cock all the way out before shoving it back in again, no hesitation.

The force of his thrusts rocks me back on the couch and rattles all thoughts from my mind. I’m already so close, my orgasm approaching at too quick a pace to prepare myself to hold back and wait. A low moan slips from my mouth when he brushes my G-spot, and his hips falter for the briefest second, fire dancing in his eyes.

Each drag of him inside of me is pure ecstasy. I’m on a cloud, floating so high I don’t expect his next move. I swipe my hand out and grab hold of his bicep when he pushes my knees up toward my chest, still fully seated inside of me, and circles his thumb around where we meet to get it slick with my arousal. Stars burst behind my eyes the moment he carefully presses that wet thumb into my ass, eyes snaring mine.

“Oh,” I moan, the touch foreign but still good.Reallygood. Even as his thumb slowly stretches me, a slight burn following its movements.

“That okay?”

Words fail me. I nod, tightening my grip on his bicep.

He swallows, pushing his thumb further while twisting his hips and grinding against my clit. The combination of sensations is enough to shove me off the cliff. I go flying, losing all sense of time and place. Everything but Cooper.

“I’m coming,” I choke, nails digging into his skin. He groans, pistoning his hips, even as I clench around him, trying to keep him deep. “Holyfuck.”

As I start to recover, he removes his thumb and slows to an easy, lazy rhythm, watching me so intently it’s like he’s trying to memorize the way I look right now. The moment seems to go on forever before he moves again, a switch flicked in his head as he drives into me hard and fast. I meet his movements, giving just as good as I’m getting.

“I want to watch you come,” I whisper, fingers relaxed, caressing his arm.

He grits his teeth and grips my hip, thrusting harder and harder until the studio fills with a guttural groan. The sounds of his pleasure are an aphrodisiac. Fuck, it’s hot when men are loud in bed.

“Adalyn,” he growls, burying himself deep and staying there as he starts to come.

My name has never sounded better.

After a few moments, he pulls out and helps my legs hug his hips before collapsing over me, his cheek on my breast. I wrap my arms around him and sigh, feeling simply . . .beyond.

The heavy, quick beating of my heart thumps against his, and the world around us disappears. It’s just us. The way I like it.

“It’s never been like this before,” I whisper, brushing damp brown curls from his forehead.

He kisses the swell of my breast, ghosting his fingernails over my side. “For me either.”

I believe him. I know I do. But fuck if after sex insecurities don’t try to bury me alive in what should be a loving haze. I’ve worked hard over the years on training myself not to give a shit about those annoying voices in my head, but somehow, falling for Cooper has let some of them weasel their way into my subconscious. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to mess anything up with him, or maybe I’ve just gotten too comfortable. Either way, I decide to let those voices out, even for just a moment.

For right now, I let myself be vulnerable.

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ADALYN

“You’re not just sayingthat, are you?” I ask.

“No. Everything with you is different. Sex included.”

There’s no hesitation. As if his honesty has popped a balloon inside of me, I feel those insecurities woosh away.

“Can you tell me about your past girlfriends?”

He blows a rough laugh over my chest. “Now?”

It is a weird time to ask, but I’ve held my past relationship questioning off for as long as possible. I’m in love with him, and I think I owe it to myself to get the past out of the way.

“Why not? You’re not going to tell me anything that’s going to have me wishing I hadn’t just let you rail me into tomorrow, are you?”

His teeth find the underside of my breast. “Never. I just want to stay in this after-sex haze with you for a while. Then, I was hoping to paint you. If that’s okay.”

I keep stroking his head, quickly drying curls slipping between my fingers, nails gently scratching his scalp. “I might get a bit jealous hearing about the other women who got to see this side of you, but I’ll keep the claws in. And I’ve been waiting to see you paint, Sparrow. All you gotta do is tell me how to pose.”

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