Page 82 of Wrecked

Our tongues intertwine. The gentle Adam is gone, and in his place is the man who is taking his treasure. His hands rise to my face, and I fall into his kiss and let him take the lead.

Adam is the man created from the rib of God, and I am his Eve, tempting him with the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

If I thought his body was close before, I was wrong. As he takes hold of me, there is absolutely nothing between us. Air can’t squeeze through the tight space of our limbs.

His hand lowers to my ass and lifts me against the tree, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. He has one hand under me while the other is back in my hairline, cradling my head.

Our bodies begin to move—his up and into me, mine down and toward him—forming a wave of sexual pleasure. Our cores rub up against one another, the friction already causing me to throb. I run my hands through his hair and pull hard, and Adam bites my lower lip.

I’ve kissed. I’ve fooled around. But there is nothing that can ever, will ever, compare to the instant explosion of lust and heat and want that I am experiencing with Adam right now.

His hand lowers from my head and slides down my body to lift the end of my shirt. It travels beneath the fabric and up the side of my body, exposing me. His mouth releases from our kiss and lowers to find the skin at the edge of my satin bra. He runs his tongue along the edge, and I gasp from the contact.

I use my hand to lower my bra, so my breasts are pushed up and out, my nipples tingling from the night breeze.

“I wish for nothing more than to be able to see you right now,” Adam utters, his tongue dancing circles around my nipple as he thrusts his body into mine.

“I want nothing more than to be able to fuck you right now,” I say with bated breath.

“Jesus Christ,” he says just before he takes my breast in his mouth.

I nearly scream out into the dark of night.

Thrusting.

Grinding.

Pulsing.

I am on fire, and I need him inside me.

Lowering my legs, I try to get on steady ground. When I do, his mouth breaks from my chest but quickly finds my mouth. I undo the button of his shorts and slide my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around the wide girth.

“Holy fuck, Leah. Please tell me this is really happening,” he breathes. He has to lean his hands on the tree behind me to keep his balance.

I pump the hard steel of his shaft and run my thumb around the tip. The desire to have him inside me is building greater than before, and if I don’t feel him in me, I am going to die in the middle of the forest.

With my free hand, I lower my shorts and then tug on my panties.

“Baby, we have to stop,” he says between pants.

“Stop?” I say. I lean up to kiss his incredible mouth again. “There is no stopping us now.” I suck on his tongue.

His hands mold around my ass, squeezing my skin and drawing me into him.

I pump him harder, faster, and then I run the tip of his shaft against my belly, showing him the promise of what’s to come.

“Leah, please.”

I rise up onto my toes to better line myself up with him. The anticipation of this hard, swollen head entering me is making me throb.

He places a hand on my wrist and stops the motion. “We can’t do this.”

Falling back into the tree, my heart is racing, my body is on the edge of climax, and my head is reeling. “Did you just stop us from having sex?”

Adam’s breaths are loud, roaring from his diaphragm, and he tries to control them. “Yes.”

With two hands on his chest, I push him away. I pull my shorts up my legs and lower my bra and shirt back into place. Running a hand through my hair, I try to figure out what the hell just happened.