HeatedMatch (6 page)

“What?” Twenty-four hours of feeling like this, and she was
starting to worry this was just the beginning. Her arousal was increasing every
second.

“Rovinsky, our founder, came up with a list of what happens
when two genetic matches meet. I don’t have it memorized, but I remember
painful nipples for the female is on there.”

“What else?”

“A matched couple will be able to find each other, even in a
crowded space, up to several thousand feet.”

“What you’re saying is you could drop us at either end of Disney
and we’d find each other, even without cell phones?”

He nodded. “Right at the Haunted Mansion, but don’t say
‘us’. We,” he waggled a finger in the space between them, “are not a match. I
can’t be matched.”

“Why not?”

“My reasons are my own. I won’t let Shep manipulate me like
this.”

She was shocked at the hurt his rejection caused, like a
bowling ball hurled at her heart. She shouldn’t be sad. She didn’t want to be a
breeding partner either. She had a life to get back to.

“What are the other symptoms?” Maybe if he listed more of
them, they would discover they were not a perfect match after all.

He ticked them off on his fingers. “I’ve already said homing
beacon for both partners and painful nipples for the female. Your body is
getting ready for pregnancy.”

She glanced down, stunned. She could almost feel her womb
rippling to life. “What else?” she asked in a whisper.

“Male arousal.” He looked almost shamefaced as he gestured
to the erection fighting free of his pants.

She stared a shade longer than was acceptable, nearly having
to sit on her hands to stop from stroking the alluring bulge.

“Don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice.

“Do what?”

“Don’t look at me like you want a piece. I’m holding on to
my control by a thread. If you make a move, I’ll take you.”

A whimper escaped from deep inside her at the thought of
Adam Blacker taking her here on the floor.

He scowled. “Fuck.” The bathroom door slammed shut and soon
she heard the rushing of running water.

She watched the closed door for a moment, feeling strangely
bereft without Adam’s presence. She didn’t know anything about him, she
reminded herself before she caught a raging case of Stockholm syndrome, and she
wasn’t quite ready to become a mother. At the thought of motherhood, her own
mother’s advice whispered into her brain reminding her that a man who set off
her buttons and made her body go
zing
was more than worth the effort.
Adam was the first man ever to make her zing this powerfully.

Her breasts and her vagina ached, her panties were soaked
through and her pants were starting to chafe a bit. Perhaps she could relieve
the need by herself. After several meh relationships, she was pretty good at
self-pleasure. It was the damn water. That was the only reason she’d ever
consider touching herself intimately in front of cameras. Her arousal was
zooming out of control, taking her body and mind for a wild ride. If she
couldn’t release some of the pressure she’d explode, she knew it.

Turning her back to the bathroom door, she reached under her
shirt to unhook her bra and massaged her free breasts. Much better. She threw a
quick glance at the security camera and tried to hide under its direct stare.
Though they’d probably seen worse. She swiped a tentative finger over the
cotton covering her swollen vaginal lips, but no relief. Instead the pressure
built, mocking her with the tantalizing glimpse of release that would never be
hers without Adam. She tried again, this time slipping her fingers under the
waistband into slick and slippery territory. She climbed higher and higher into
breath-stealing pleasure, but any release remained a distant tease. She needed
a man, one man in particular.

Loren’s head fell back against the door as she cursed a blue
streak with words she didn’t even know were in her vocabulary. Damn Commander
Shepard and these little games. She was an adult, a professional journalist.
How could her traitorous body respond like this to one sexy male? The only
reason that made rational sense was that she was a near-perfect match with
über-arousing Adam.

Sex with him would be amazing, mind-blowing. She knew it,
wanted it, and feared it. What would it be like to release this pressure with him
buried deep inside her, sliding in and out? Could she ever get her fill? Her
body screamed no. It wanted to be under Adam’s weight, accepting him over and
over.

Screw it. She wanted him, wanted to know what an orgasm with
a warm-blooded male was like. It didn’t mean she had to sign up for the carpool
line. Sex could simply be sex with no strings. She stood and turned the knob to
the bathroom. An icy blast greeted her from the shower stall where Adam stood
naked under a harsh spray. He fisted his swollen cock and, from the look of it,
had been at it a while.

“Don’t glare at me.” She stood, tearing off her clothes with
no shame.

“I’ve come twice,” he said with narrowed eyes, never slowing
his wrist movement. “But then I think of you on the other side of the door and
get hard all over again.” He squeezed his swollen shaft angrily, daring her to
fix it.

Her desire flared to an inferno despite the frigid
temperature of the water. She leaned under the spray and reached to turn off
the water. Water sluiced down his chiseled chest and beaded in his dark curls.

“Hand me a towel,” he said.

She shook her head and started to shimmy out of her last
remaining article of clothing, her panties.

He threw a wild look around the room and realized he was
trapped in the tiny shower stall with no way out except to brush by her. She
had him now. She crooked her finger, every inch the temptress she’d always
wanted to be, but never achieved. Until now.

Adam fell out of the shower onto his knees and pulled her by
her hips until his lips kissed the neat puff of hair shielding her clitoris.
She came as soon as his tongue rubbed the swollen mound, but her climax didn’t
provide the desired relief.

“More,” she said, and lowered until she straddled his
thighs.

“You’re on the Pill? Tell me you’re on the Pill,” Adam said,
almost like a prayer. “I’m clean, I swear.”

“I’m on birth control and disease free.”

“Thank God.” With a nudge he slid his cock into her dripping
passage with no preamble and no barrier. She was literally made for him. The expression
fit like a glove
was a mockery compared to the sensation of at last
being united with her missing piece. Separate they existed. Joined together,
their bodies blossomed into one magical being.

She angled her hips and slid up and down, his shaft pressing
her clit against his muscular abdomen. Her fingernails anchored into his
shoulder blades, giving her the leverage she needed to ride him harder and
faster toward a screaming wave of release. Neither made a sound, save some
harsh panting and gasping as they exploded in and around each other.

Her second orgasm sent pulsating waves of pleasure to her
clitoris, and allowed her to breathe freely for the first time since she’d met
Adam last night. His breath slowed and his near-painful grip on her waist slackened
to something resembling a caress.

“Better?” she asked, leaning her sweat-dampened forehead
onto his shower-cooled shoulder. The muscle under his taut skin intrigued her,
so she tested it with a lick then a small bite.

“We have to stop.”

“Stop what? This?” She nibbled the skin where his neck met
his shoulder and rubbed her nipples against his pectoral muscles.

“Yes. If I can’t stay out of you, we’ll prove Shep right.”

She pulled back to look him the eye. “You really mean it,”
she said quietly.

He nodded.

She stood using the sink as an aid to heft her boneless,
satiated body to standing. A quick glance in the mirror showed pink cheeks and
a sparkle in her eyes. She leaned on her hands to examine her glowing face
closer.

“Shit.”

Adam’s curse had her looking down over her right hip to see
him still kneeling, his face level with her butt.

“What? What’s the matter?”

“Stay like that. Don’t move.”

His order made no sense until he leapt to his feet in an
agile move and pinned her hips to the sink. His formerly softening cock was now
harder than before and pressed in the cleft of her ass.

“I have to take you again,” he said in her ear. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” she said, ending in a gasp as he kicked
her feet apart and slid into her creamy pussy from behind. His hoarse, guttural
tone clicked a switch in her brain that sent sex signals instantly to every
part of her body. Her nipples tightened and a warm rush of liquid spilled from
her womb down her inner thighs. The blood left her fingertips as she squeezed
the back lip of the sink, holding on for dear life as Adam took her hard from
behind. “I need you again too.”

“It’s good. It’s never been this good.” He spoke to her
through their reflection in the mirror.

She wished for another mirror behind them to show his tight
buttocks flexing as he pushed into her repeatedly. She leaned farther over the
sink, pushing back to meet his strokes. Her pussy tightened around him,
starting to ripple with another orgasm. He was a match to her kindling, the
only match that had ever worked on her.

His hands came around to her front, kneading and toying with
her swollen breasts. It was her tipping point.

“Are you close?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak, only feel.

“Don’t come yet. Hold it.” His strokes increased, forcing her
to squeeze her eyes closed and hold her breath against orgasm. Every inch of
her screamed with unfulfilled need.

Why was he torturing her? “Please,” she begged. “I’m close.
I
need
to come now.”

His hand lowered to find her clitoris hidden in the neat triangle
of hair and his fingers plucked the swollen nub in time with his strokes.

She broke apart, shouting her pleasure.

“I told you to hold it,” he said continuing his near violent
plundering of her body. “Now you’re going to have to take it until I come.”

“Are…are you close?” She wasn’t sure she could handle this
for much longer. Her body didn’t even feel like her own anymore. It was an
instrument owned and played by Adam.

“I’m close every time I get near you,” he said in a harsh,
low tone.

Oh God, his words sent her desire spiraling back up. She
felt the same about him. He heated up her insides and kept her tingling. His
penis, buried deep in her, only brought that aching need to the forefront.

“You’re close again, aren’t you?” he asked, and she could
swear she knew he wore a sly grin, despite not being able to see his face.

She nodded and released a gasp when he pulled out of her
without warning, leaving her aching and cold. “What…?” But she didn’t have time
to finish her question before he pulled her by the arms, turned her and pressed
her back against the bathroom wall. His arms slid under her thighs and lifted
her up, then down onto him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and trusted
his strength to hold her up. She’d never done it like this before…had never met
a man strong enough to hold her five-ten frame easily.

Adam made it seem effortless as he rocked against her,
letting her weight fall onto his thighs, speared by his cock. The dark curls on
his nape slid through her fingers as she held on for the ride. She pulled him
in closer, thinking to kiss him, but he turned his lips away at the last
second.

She was wide open to him in every sense of the word while he
pressed his cock to her core and swung his hips in smooth, easy motions.

“Are you close now?”

She nodded frantically. “You?”

He didn’t respond, but instead growled his pleasure, pushing
his hips one final time and spurting his seed deep inside her. Her pussy
responded to his hot come, squeezing and milking him as if it was eager for
everything he had to give. She was helpless against the sensation flooding her.
Rational thought had fled the room and pure animal instinct had taken its
place.

They stood entwined against the wall, coming off their
pleasure high, until the muscles in her legs gave out and collapsed off his
hips dangling in midair. By inches he allowed her to lower the rest of the way,
holding her by her rear.

“Go shower,” he said. “Clean your pussy. If I smell you
again, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

She snorted. As if it was her fault his dick kept getting
hard. Then again, she could blame him for her wanton condition. She nodded,
needing a few minutes of alone time to catch her breath.

* * * * *

Adam sprawled naked and sweaty on the itchy, ancient couch
in the tiny conference room listening to the spray of water and trying to
ignore dirty thoughts of a naked Loren dripping wet. There was no denying it,
she was his match. His foot tapped a rhythm on the thin carpet while he
considered his options. How could he have missed it at first? He’d nearly
ruined an operation for Loren’s sake. Would have abandoned Chase at the party
to follow her. He’d practically
kidnapped
her for Christ’s sake.
Literally threw her over his shoulder and brought her to his lair. Might as
well have dragged her by the hair.
Me, Adam. You, my woman.

Christ. His body sang praises and hallelujahs, especially
after their mind-blowing sex, but his mind ran the hundred-meter dash in the
opposite direction. He’d been so busy dealing with the emotion of his orders to
find a match and procreate, he’d nearly missed what was right in front of his
nose.
Loren
was the one, his match. No wonder Shep and his dad had acted
so cagey when he’d mentioned his reaction to Loren last night.

Too bad he could never follow through with her. His mother
had warned him repeatedly about the dangers of falling in love based on the
Program’s scientific numbers game. He’d fall in love with his match, give her a
damaged child and watch her abandon him over it. It would be history all over again,
and he’d be damned if he’d be condemned to relive it.