Falling Star (13 page)

"Wait, Adam. Don't change it just because of what I said."

He pushed her aside to cradle her in his left arm. He leaned over her with the biggest smile on his face. He didn't look like a man who'd had little or no sleep. His eyes shone, dancing with excitement. "Jade, I'm so glad I woke you up." He kissed her hard, but without desire. He was too keyed up with another joy.

Jade laughed at his enthusiasm, and climbed off his lap. "Wake me up anytime Adam."

He reached for his notebook, and tore out the page he'd been writing on, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the shadows with the others.

She sat on her heels and watched the wheels turning. His eyes shifted across the paper, and he wrote in bold scrawling words. She leaned over, smoothed his sleep-mussed hair, and kissed his forehead with an indulgent smile.

He probably didn't even notice when she crept back to bed.

Waking up in the arms of a sexy man has to be one of the greatest pleasures known to womankind. His legs were tangled with hers, one arm thrown across her waist, the other had to be numb, with her head lying on his bicep cutting off his circulation. Her nose was pressed against his chest, and his deep even breathing proved he was still asleep.

She didn't know when he'd come back to bed; she had fallen asleep listening to his music out on deck. From his clean scent, she realized he must have showered before joining her.

Too bad she missed that. She planted a kiss on his smooth pectoral muscle. Warm from sleep, and tasting deliciously masculine. He was beautiful to look at. He must pump a lot of iron to keep his body this rock hard. His nipples were a dark auburn, two flat circles of flesh that intrigued her. She knew he liked her touch on them, the way he cupped her head last night while she suckled and teased them erect. As tempted as she was to replay the evening before, she didn't want to wake him; he probably needed the sleep.

She looked up, past his square jaw, dusted as it was with blond stubble, across his chiseled cheek, and to his eyelids. His lashes were darker than the hair on his head, the thick crescents made her want to kiss them. He looked completely harmless and innocent in sleep.

Very carefully, she scooted up to align her face with his. She inhaled his breath like a vampire would feed on the blood of his victim. The longer she stayed, the more her heart ached with the intimacy of sharing his essence as he simply slept. She was torn between hoping he'd awaken for her sake, and hoping he would continue to sleep for his.

Finally, with an airy kiss on the corner of his mouth, those lips that gave her such pleasure yesterday, she slipped from beneath his arm and adjusted the sheet over him before grabbing something to wear and sneaking out of the room.

It took a few minutes just to figure out how to turn on the shower. It would be too small for them both, she thought with a naughty pout, but the water was nice and hot. After putting on her makeup, Jade peeked in to check on Adam. He hadn't moved from where she left him, his hand still stretched out as it had been curled over her waist. She indulged in another long staring session, until her body started asking for something more, and she had to leave him to rest.

She wandered along the boat, stopping on the way to lean against the chrome rail and watch the rise and fall of the dark blue ocean. She could count only five boats in sight, and none close enough to bother them. The green mountainous Southern California coast sat far in the distance. The ocean always made her feel lonely and insignificant, and the feeling was even more pronounced out here surrounded by nothing but water.

The cockpit fascinated her, and she carefully walked through it, studying the various dials, levers and switches. Good lord, how long must it take for one to learn how to drive a boat like this? Dean would have an aneurism.

It was almost eleven when she looked through the kitchen for something to eat. She scrambled some eggs and fried a few links of sausage. When brunch was ready she snuck two plates into the bedroom, set them on the bedside table, and snuggled against him.

"Mm, good morning," he mumbled. "I smell breakfast."

"Are you too sleepy?"

"No." He opened his eyes and rolled to hover over her. He studied her for a few minutes, tracing a line over each of her features with a reverent touch. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like a painting?"

"A painting?" She laughed, warmth rushing to her cheeks. "I don't think anyone has. I hope you aren't thinking Picasso or Dali."

"More like Botticelli." He smoothed her hair away from her face. "I love that you aren't starving yourself into a size two. You're so real. Real curves, real boobs…"

"That makes me wonder what kind of woman you're used to dating." And trying not to wonder how she measured up.
Size two plus six. That's how you measure up Jade.

"It makes me realize all the others weren't women at all."

Oh God.
The sincere way he looked down at her, those sleepy blue eyes…she was in such trouble. "Scrambled eggs and sausage. Keeps me in my
real
womanly figure. Come on, it's getting cold." She gave him a smacking kiss on his cheek and slipped free of his arms. She had to get out of there before he started looking too closely at her flaws. She poured two cups of coffee and returned to the bedroom, where he was propped up against the wall, a sausage link skewered on his fork. They ate side by side, often sharing forkfuls and kisses. Again she was thankful for the calm waters, or they wouldn't have even attempted breakfast in bed.

She carried their dishes back to the kitchen, and when she returned, she stopped in the doorway. Adam had slid back down in bed, his arms folded behind his head, and a very sexy smile on his face. She stuck a hip out, and folded her arms over her chest.

"I thought you were getting up." Too late, she realized what she'd said.

His smile grew on one side. "Oh I'm up."

She rolled her eyes and tried her best to look unimpressed. "I mean, I thought you were going to get dressed."

"And I thought I told you not to pack any clothes." He crooked his finger, beckoning her to him. Like one hypnotized, she followed his silent direction. She crawled up his body, and he guided her the last few inches with two hands cupping her face until she kissed him.

He tasted of coffee. His warm tongue stroked against hers with amazing skill. She tried not to think of the women before her, but the vision of a size-two, leggy, blonde supermodel with double D's wrapped around Adam in a carnal embrace almost made her growl.

"Have I told you I love your body?" he hummed in her ear. The words were musical, like the bass accompaniment in one of his love songs.

"You do?" She tore off her tank top, as he worked on her bra.

"I do. Smooth. Warm…sexy…God, baby. Bring those nipples to my mouth."

Any thought of another woman pleasing him left her mind, and her heart swelled with pleasure. She made some kitten-like mewl, and crawled further over him, until one breast was poised over his willing mouth.

He circled the stiff tip of his tongue around to outline her already erect nipple in a painfully slow drag. Then another circle further down onto the flushed skin of her breast. His breath was warm against her, but each ring of saliva he left chilled with the moving air. Another circle and her nipple nestled firmly inside his mouth. When he wrapped his lips around her flesh and pulled his mouth free with a long drag, Jade almost lost control and collapsed on him. The torture was too sweet though, and she braced herself for more, even while moisture leaked out to coat her sex.

He reached down to the button of her shorts, and made quick work pushing them down until she could kick free without moving from his mouth. Then he used his hands to stroke the skin of her back, down to her ass, even her thighs received the loving attention of his ten fingers.

"Okay, this one's done." He reached for her other breast, and began the torture all over again.

Jade threw her head back and moaned. "Adam…"

His wandering fingers found the arrow of her pubic hair, and played with it. "I love what you do here." He traced the shape until he reached the point, and spent extra time where she was already moist and needy. "It's very sexy."

"Adam?" She sucked a noisy breath in when he wiggled two fingers against her clit.

"What baby?" His words were muffled by her swaying breasts.

"That feels nice."

"It sure does. I love breakfast in bed."

When Jade's nipples were both wet and painfully stiff from Adam's talented tongue, Jade sat back, bringing her heat against his navel. He held her hips in his strong hands and she dropped back down and kissed him.

She could kiss him all day. It was never sloppy, never cold. But there was something else she wanted to do, so she backed down his strong lean body, planting kisses along the way, nibbling each nipple to a sharp point before licking a line down his sternum and abdomen until she reached his navel.

"Jade…" He gathered her hair in one fist, clearing her path. Jade glanced up at him. His action was a clear invitation—hell it was all but begging. She smiled, and wrapped one hand around the base of his erection, using only the lightest touch. She kissed the tight skin when it jumped in her hand. Kneeling between his thighs, she made herself comfortable, and with one hand splayed over his stomach, and the other around his cock, Jade gave the head of Adam's cock a long wet lick with the flat of her tongue.

Twirling and tracing the sloping rim, Jade learned him. When she dipped her tongue into his opening to sip out the leaking cream Adam moaned. She pushed him against the tight circle she made with her lips, and sucked him deeper inside. With a tight grip on her hair, he mumbled a string of dirty words.

She hummed her own pleasure against the hot skin of his thick cock, and he pumped his hips against her hand. She found a good rhythm, with the twisting jerk of her hand, the sucking and the alternating licking from inside her mouth against the head of his staff. She only stopped her orchestrated play to take him deeper into her mouth for two or three strokes. She didn't pull back until the tip of his cock tickled the back of her throat where she would hold him still and swallow. Another twisting drag from her hand, and she'd pull her mouth up to again tease his head.

"Jesus fucking Christ Jade."

She looked up. He watched her with rapt attention. His eyes clear and focused on her. On everything she did. While he watched, she brought her free hand around and cupped his balls.

He stroked the skin of her arms, then returned to tangle in her hair, as if he couldn't find a suitable position for his hands.

She enjoyed seeing the pleasure on his face. With his musky salty cock in her mouth, and the occasional bursts of bitter ejaculate beads, her desire became almost unbearable as she sat between his thighs. The firm centers of his balls so full in her hand. She rolled them inside his scrotum, dusted with a blond shroud, giving her fingers one more texture to learn.

He didn't look away until she traced a swirling pattern down the raised vein on his straining length, and only then because he'd rolled his eyes into the back of his head.

"Baby you have to stop. Condom."

"Huh uh." She sucked him into her mouth as if he were a thick popsicle that was about to melt.

"Jade!" He reached down and physically pulled her off his cock, and fumbled for a rubber. "That's too fucking good." He tore open the foil square and rolled the condom on in record time. "But I need to be inside you. Right now."

He took her by the shoulders and flipped them, until he had her pinned to the mattress. He looked down at her, his eyes glinting wildly. In one long thrust, he buried himself inside her. He filled her completely, from lips to womb, and all around inside. Every inch of her held him in the most primal of embraces, and her heart pounded with excitement.

Adam lay on top of her, panting against her ear like he'd just run a mile, but he didn't stir inside her. "You're so tight. You hold on to me like the warmest glove. Like I belong here. I do, don't I?"

"Yes. Oh God Adam. Just right. Perfect."

And then he moved. Slowly at first, with thorough thrusts that took him from deep within her all the way out until the swollen tip of his penis stroked the sensitized tissue of her outer lips. She curled her arms under his and hooked her hands over his shoulders.

With his weight against her, pressing her into the soft bed, she felt feminine and in need of protection. She reveled in the kisses he planted on her cheek and neck, and marveled at his ability to control his steady pace. She arched into him with each thrust; each long drag against her tingling opening sent an answering sizzle through her legs and swirled in her womb.

As she hovered over her peak, she couldn't control the moans and whimpers that escaped her. He propped himself on his elbows, cradling her head in his hands.

"Look at me, Jade."

She blinked and looked up into his eyes.

"You feel so good surrounding me. I want to feel you come."

She nodded. She desperately wanted to come. The swirling tension grew in intensity, consuming her from within. "Kiss me Adam."