Need You for Mine (Heroes of St. Helena)(75)

His fingers didn’t delve, they merely teased the outside, creating enough delicious friction that she felt her body ramp up. Tighten as he increased the pace. Unable to stand the pleasure, Harper’s head fell back against his chest and her eyes slid closed.

“Open up, baby,” he whispered.

She parted her legs, giving him more room.

He chuckled. “I meant your eyes, but that works too.”

It worked pretty freaking amazing. Her heart was struggling to keep up with her pulse, as he explored every dip and crevice until she was pressing against his hand, moaning for release. Adam was a master of nonverbal communication, listening to her needs.

And he gave in to her every need until she was screaming out his name.

Harper felt her body tremble, her legs buckle, but Adam was there. Strong and steady, he placed her hands against the wall, on either side of the mirror, then braced her hips back against him. She could feel his need pressing into her.

“The red,” she asked on a harsh breath. “What does it mean?”

He traced the only red paint on her body. It was a distinct handprint on her right breast.

“It means sexy.” He kissed the side of her neck. “Seductive.” The other side. “Addicting.” The back. “Arousing.” The hand splayed across her breast, making a perfect outline of the paint mark. “Mine.”

His eyes met hers in the mirror, holding her in place, while he slid home with a single stroke.

Harper gasped as Adam didn’t waste any time and pulled out, all the way out, only to slide back in—hitting the spot that had her moaning.

“Adam—”

“Hold on,” he said, clearly not stopping for anything.

Still riding the high from her last standing O, she dug her fingers into the wall, bracing herself and holding tight as they started to move together. He came forward and she pushed back and the outcome was life altering.

Ecstasy.

“Christ, Harper,” he said, his body coiled as if it were ready to snap. “Open your eyes so you can see what I see.”

When she didn’t—couldn’t—because she was dying from pleasure, he whispered, “Stay with me, baby.”

The word stay did something to her. And when coupled with me there was no way she could deny him. Willing her eyes open, she watched. Right there with him. Watched as his hands gripped her hips, as his body curved around hers, moving farther between her legs. Watched as they moved with a grace that wasn’t only chemistry or desire.

Harper noticed they moved as if they were connecting, listening and understanding each other, even though neither made a sound. Adam noticed too, and it was in his fierce gaze—which was all zeroed in on her. To be on the receiving end of that intensity, so much raw passion, took Harper by surprise. It also took her higher and higher, as she fell deeper and deeper.

So deep she knew there was no turning back.

Unbelievably, she felt herself tighten again, and before she knew what was happening Adam slid a hand between her legs and she exploded around him. At her sweet cry of release he buried his face in her hair and came with her.

Neither one moved, just stood there, Adam draped over her and still connected, both of them waiting to come back down. Harper wished they never would. Wished they could stay here in her apartment, sharing their worlds, their fears, and their dreams.

“That was”—life altering, mind-blowing, a glimpse of what happily ever after felt like—“incredible.”

Adam nuzzled her neck, laying a few gentle kisses there, then lifted his head. His hair was standing on end and tipped with all the colors of her body. He looked incredible. And like happily ever after wrapped in a gladiator package.

“Sunshine, that was”—he kissed one cheek, then the other—“extraordinary.”

It was. And so was the fact that Harper was truly, madly, irrevocably in love. And there wasn’t an expiration on that kind of feeling.



It was dark when Harper opened her eyes. It took her a moment to realize she was in her bed, nestled in a warm cocoon that was all biceps, sinew, and sleepy man.

Sexy sleeping man.

After cleaning up the front room, they’d come in to make a mess of the bedroom. Which they’d done a spectacular job of. There were blankets on the floor, sheets smeared with paint, and crumbs on the nightstand.

It wasn’t the thought of the last two double-chocolate-chunk cookies that had pulled her from the best sleep she’d ever had. It was something that Adam had said, a word really that kept rolling around in her head, pulling her from her sex-induced slumber.

Mine.

There was no reason for him to say that unless he meant it. Sure, they were in the heat of the moment, and things had gotten intense, but at that point she was a sure thing, leaving him no reason to make such a statement. Unless it was true.

When he’d said it, it had felt true. Possessive even. And Harper wanted it to be true. She wanted to belong to someone.

She wanted to belong to Adam.

His arms flexed around her, snuggling her close. Their bodies were plastered together, her face pressed into his chest, while he nuzzled her hair. “I know what you’re thinking about.”

She froze. “You do?”

“Uh-huh.” His hands slid down her back to palm her butt. “Cookies.”

She felt herself relax.