Beautiful Beast - Page 126

I repeat the process, wanting him in the same state as me. His powerful body writhing is the sexiest sight, and I watch his abs ripple as his expression turns pained and goosebumps rise on his skin despite the heat of the day.

I push him so close to the edge that there’s a risk he could come before I want him to. But I need to see just how far I can go.

When I’d normally pull back to draw out his orgasm, I give him three extra pumps of my fist.

“That’s it, princess,” Adam coaxes. “Right there. That’s the spot. Just like that.”

And I stop all contact, completely removing my hands from his body.

“Fuck!” Adam shouts. “Inside. Now.”

I trail my fingertips along his dick and he twitches.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Fuck,” he repeats. “Make me come.”

And just as I’m stroking him over the edge, he reaches forward and massages my clit, setting me off like a bomb. It isn’t enough because I want his fingers inside me, but he wasn’t kidding about making me wait.

My touch is urgent and his responding groans are hungry and desperate. He hardens to epic proportions, swelling in my hand, and then I’m coated in his release, leaning down just in time to kiss the groan from his lips.

Adam doesn’t let me catch my breath. Even though I’m so sensitive that I could scream, he keeps massaging me, working his hand under my bikini bottoms. He slides the tip of his finger inside me while his thumb vibrates on my clit and I come again, my entire body giving out as I fall on top of his chiseled chest.

“Jesus, princess,” Adam pants. “You’re going to kill me.”

I wipe up our mess with a towel and then kiss his neck and snuggle into him. “You better fuck me so good later. I still feel empty.”

“Over and over and over,” Adam promises. “You’ll be walking crooked permanently.”

We lay there for who knows how long, the sun heating my skin. Adam is all hard muscle, but surprisingly comfortable to sleep on.

And I can’t wait until we can truly sleep together without any worries.

There’s a reason the place I rented has several bedrooms and even though it makes me sad, I need to keep this man in my life and I can be patient if that means I don’t lose him.

“We should go in the water,” Adam suggests.

I’m shocked because it’s possible people will see his scar, but if he’s suggesting it, I’m game for it. And after we’re done, we’ll head into the house to have dinner.

Buster is sleeping inside because with his snub nose, he doesn’t like heat, and his barrel chest doesn’t make swimming his favorite hobby. But he’ll enjoy the campfire later, and I will most definitely enjoy the s’mores.

But when my phone rings, all thoughts of a fun afternoon and evening fall from my mind.

“Belle? This is Dr. Scott. I have Buster’s test results.”

Chapter 30

Adam

Theridiculouslysexybrunettewho I used to avoid like the plague is now my girl and no matter what happens with my face, I want to be with her and nothing will get in my way.

“What do you want to have for dinner?” Belle says into my Bluetooth headset.

It’s become a given that we spend as much time together as possible, and sharing meals has become one of my favorite rituals.

“Chinese?” I suggest. “It’s Friday, we might as well eat our feelings. I’ll get Patricia to order it.”

“You know, if we pick up dinner instead of getting delivery, we can save ten percent when we pay cash.”