Adam's Thorn (35 page)

Goddamn
.  Tipping his head
back, he inhaled deeply.  She made sense, he could understand, but regardless…
“Barbie.”  He dropped his head back down to look her steadily in the eyes. 
“I’m a man.  And a cop, but firstly a man.  As a cop, I care for my people.  As
a man, I care for my woman.  Explanation enough.”

“Really?”  Fire flashed in her
pale blue eyes.  “Fine.  Then as a woman, I care for my cats
and
my
man.”

“As a cop, I expect people in
dangerous situations to obey me.  As a man, I expect my woman to obey me in
dangerous situations.  Hey, look, same thing.”  He cocked an eyebrow a little
arrogantly.  He knew it, but damned if he was going to hold it back.

“As a woman,” Barbie retorted angrily,
“I expect my man to be a stubborn arse.  You’re all that and more.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

Looking down at her, those soft
lips so mulishly set, the sparkle of fire in her eyes, the slight heat smouldering
deep down, he couldn’t stop a flash of amusement and an answering spark of -
really?  Lust?  Right now?

Well, hell yes
.  Lust and Barbie
were never far from combining in his mind, sick bastard that he was, so he just
went with it.  No sense denying it.

And right now, he needed to be close
with her, as close as a man and woman could be.

Dropping his head, he kissed her.

Half expecting her to rebuff him,
he was pleasantly surprised when instead Barbie kissed him back, lips so soft
he wanted to lick them.

So he did. 
Yummy
.

Man, it wasn’t enough.  He might
have her mouth, but he wanted her body, too.  One last kiss before taking her
hand and striding from the kitchen, Barbie padding along behind him.

In the bedroom, he backed her up
to the bed, hands cupping her face as he kissed her again, deeply, licking,
taking in her flavour greedily.  The way she responded had his desire flaring,
the soft curves of her body pressed against his making his hands ache to stroke
her bare, silky skin.

Hitching the nightgown up each
side of her, he raised it slowly before drawing it up over her head and tossing
it aside, breaking the kiss only for those fleeting few seconds before
reclaiming her mouth.

Now, finally, his hands were on
all that warm, fragrant skin.  Sliding his hands up her sides, he smoothed over
her shoulders before running his fingertips down her spine lightly, laughing
into her mouth when she shivered and arched into him.

Clasping her generous derrière in
his hands, he squeezed the ample flesh, delighting in the way she filled his
hands to overflowing.  Flattening his palms, he pressed her into him, bending
over her to trace his mouth across her cheek and down her throat, dropping to
his knees before her as he kissed his way down to her full breasts.  Opening
his mouth, he closed his lips over one pink nipple, flicking the hardening bud
with the tip of his tongue.

So responsive.  So damned,
sweetly responsive
. Barbie could do his head in, in more ways than one. 
Even now his shaft was thick, aching, pressing urgently against the zipper of
his jeans.

Ignoring it, he feasted on her
breast, sucking at the nipple, hearing her soft moans, at the same time he pulled
her hips against his abdomen.  The light scrape of the curls sheltering her femininity
sent a carnal shudder through him.  Thank God he was only wearing jeans, for he
loved the feel of her against him.

Releasing the nipple, now a hard,
urgent nub, he licked across to her other breast, removing one hand from her derrière
to cup the tear-shaped globe in his palm, loving that the roundness filled his palm. 
He might have big hands, but her breasts were bigger, deliciously so.  Drawing
on her nipple strongly, he felt her arch, heard his name tremble in the air as
her fingers dug into his shoulders. 

He liked the bite of her short
nails, but her whispered ‘I’m sorry’, and the sensation of her small palms
smoothing where her nails had just dug in sent a surge of tenderness through
him.  That even now, in her state of arousal, she could be so mindful of him,
so caring, had him aching to bury himself deep inside this woman he loved.

Wanted to be closer than possible,
close in body and mind, so close.  Buried inside her deeper than anyone could
go.  To be so deep inside her that she’d never be able to stop feeling him even
when he wasn’t around.

One push of powerful thighs and he
straightened, easing her down on the bed, sliding his hands beneath her knees
to lift her legs up onto the mattress, turning her easily.

Standing beside the bed, he unsnapped
and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down his legs before kicking them away.

Her gaze swept hungrily over him,
but when he did the same, he saw the blush on her cheeks, the way her gaze faltered,
the dark lashes that swept down to hide the shadowing of self-consciousness in
her eyes.

 One knee beside her hip, he swung
his other leg over, satisfaction filling him when she automatically parted her
thighs so that he could settle between them.  Oh yeah, the moist heat from her
centre begged for him, but there was something he had to attend to first.

Cupping her cheeks, he smoothed
his thumbs across the high cheekbones.  “Look at me, Barbie.”

Those thick eyelashes trembled, lifted,
the brightness of her pale blue eyes looking directly up into his.

“I love your body,” he stated
quietly, steadily.  “Never hide from me.  I love your curves, your softness. 
You’re so different to me, so opposite, and I love it.  I love how our bodies
fit together, how your body gives for me, accepts me.”  Gently, he kissed her,
a feather light kiss, a mere touch of lips to lips.  “Never be ashamed to be
naked in front of me, because I love you.  Every delicious bit of you.”

“Oh, Adam.”  Her arms came around
his neck, drawing him down, holding him close as she kissed him back, a little
more hungrily, but still gentle.

For a few brief minutes he gave
himself up to her ministrations, accepting her kisses, enjoying the feel of her
hands smoothing down his back and shoulders, but it wasn’t in him to give up control
for long.

Deepening the kiss, Adam swept it
from tender to more carnal, tasting her with growing heat.  He could feel her
heart beat against his chest, feel the rhythm fasten, knew from not only that
but the way she arched into him, her legs shifting restlessly, that her arousal
was growing.

Just what he wanted.

He slid one hand down her thigh to
hook behind her knee, bending it up before gently pushing it outwards, opening
her to him.

Ah God, there it was.  Open to him
now, his shaft between their bellies but his sac nestled against her moist
heat.  Cream from her body moistened his scrotum where it rested against her
and he couldn’t help but thrust slowly, decadently, against her.

Heat sluiced through him at the
feel of skin sliding against skin, his hardness cushioned by her softness. 
Dropping his head, he kissed her more carnally, licking deep, ravaging her
mouth in slow sweeps, not allowing her to deny him anything, knowing she didn’t
but nevertheless enjoying the mastering.

Knowing she enjoyed it, too, when
her nails dug into his shoulders.  Laughing darkly when he realised that she
was too far aroused to even think of apologising.

Yeah, just what he wanted.

Capturing her hands, he linked
their fingers, bringing her hands down each side of her head, holding them
down.  The sensation of her hands pushing against his in a bid for freedom sent
another jolt of heat through him, and when she gave up, ah well, that was a
sweet victory.  It was even sweeter when she pushed suddenly in an attempt to
make him release her hands.

Her other knee lifted, smooth leg gliding
against his hair-roughened one, ankle sliding along his thigh in a slow,
sensuous move that had the fire inside him flaring.  Now her moist heat cupped
his sac, the labia opening to nestle around it.

Christ, he nearly saw stars,
especially when she rocked her hips against him.  The tip of his shaft leaked a
warm, slick patch between them on her belly.

Barbie laughed huskily in combined
ardour and humour.  “Feeling a little out of control, lover?”

Answering humour, dark,
hedonistic, slid through him.  “I’m all about control, baby.”

“It looks to me like you’re not
doing a very good job at it.”

“It looks to me like you need
something to occupy your mind.”  He rocked against her, one long slide up and
down, his hips and loins gliding over hers, his chest rubbing against her hard
nipples.

Now it was his turn to laugh when
her breath caught, the heat flaring hotly in her eyes, the slight flush of
arousal that filled her cheeks, her fingers tightening in his.

“Now who’s feeling a little out of
control?” He licked across her full lips.

Immediately she opened to him,
letting him inside without hesitation, and the sensation of her welcoming
moistness was a stark reminder of the hot moistness against his sac.

The moistness from her body,
brought forth by his coaxing, their closeness.  Moistening her body for him.

Just for him.

All humour fled, replaced with the
carnal hunger that always lurked below the surface when Barbie was around.

He wasn’t sure how he managed it,
some little sane part tapped his brain in warning.  Pushing up onto his knees,
he reached across to the bedside drawer, opening it to grab a condom.  As he
sheathed himself, his gaze dropped to her womanhood, displayed in all its
sweet, feminine glory.

God, he liked a woman’s body,
liked a lush one, but he
loved
this lush woman’s body.  Craved it like
he’d never craved a woman before, and he knew he never would again.  Barbie Declan
was who he wanted, now and forever.

Lowering himself onto her, Adam
captured her hands once more, resting on his elbows as he flexed his hips. 
Poised on the very edge of entering her, he ordered huskily, “Look at me.”

She obeyed, locking her gaze with
his, the fire within her matching his as she whispered, “Adam.”

 Yeah, he loved sliding into her
heat, feeling the tightness of her body at first resisting his girth and length
before giving, letting him in, letting him slide deep inside, but he also loved
watching her face, seeing her eyes go slightly unfocused, the way those lush
lips parted, the way she stopped breathing as he slid inside, then the slow,
erotic exhale as he settled in deep.

Buried in to the hilt, Adam
stopped, needing to taste her lips again, needing to be close to her in every
way possible.

Lips on hers, almost biting at her
mouth in hunger, he started pumping his hips, keeping the rhythm slow, steady,
drawing out almost to the brink before sliding back in again.

Yeah, he loved hard, fast sex,
loved the carnality of it, the harsh satisfaction, the mind-blowing end that
rushed so fast towards them.  But he also loved this, the slow loving, being above
to watch every expression that crossed the face of the woman he loved, seeing
every reaction, watching for what brought her sexual joy, what turned her on.  Just
loved the feel of her soft body against his, her cushioning hips, the way she
both cradled his body above hers, but was also held prisoner beneath him,
unable to do much more than take what he gave.  He controlled the pace,
controlled her, gave his all.

Missionary position had its good
points.

Changing the angle of his hips, he
sought her sweet spot, nudging it unerringly over and over as soon as he saw
her bite her lip, felt the ripple through her sheath clutched so tightly around
his shaft.

He could have gone on forever like
this, buried so deep inside her, their own little carnal world, locked together
so tightly, but his body had other ideas.  As her desire swept through her, his
own fire started to burn hotter, searing, going from a steady flame to an out
of control burn.

The slow, controlled glide of his
hips changed pace, became faster, harder, his fingers holding hers tightly.

Sparks skittered along his skin,
hot embers that flared and burned deep in the pit of his belly, a hot lap of
molten craving that flowed through him, centred, pooled low in his sac, drawing
him up tight, his shaft thickening even more, feeling as though it would burst
if he didn’t get release soon.  Very soon.

Like right bloody now
.

His hunger for her was insatiable,
his body wanting to release into her, his mind wanting the joining of their
bodies to go on forever.  The sensation of her even through the condom was
mind-blowing, he could only imagine what her slick heat would feel like if -
when - they did this without a condom.

But for now she gripped him
tightly, her moist heat burning through the protective layer to lick along his
shaft, the walls of her sheath shivering as the first flutterings of orgasm
started to grow.

Gladly he pushed her onwards,
coming up onto his hands, pressing hers into the mattress as he bore down into
her, shoving her hips into the mattress with the force with which he pumped
into her.  Hips thrusting, teeth clenched, he felt the fire surge down his
spine, collide in his sac, burn up his shaft.

Still not enough. Never enough.

Harder, shorter, shoving and
pumping, feeling the gathering of the fire, the sensation of her vaginal walls
clamp, spasm, heard her scream out his name as she came, and it triggered his
own violent release.

Short, sharp, hard pumps,
straining so hard, arching back, buttocks clenched as he sought to empty
himself inside her.  His orgasm shook him, seed erupting into the protective
condom, hips jerking convulsively as he shattered, swept out in a tide of
prurience, rolled back under in glorious agony that finished on a shower of
sparks as he completely splintered apart.