Dangerous In Love

by Alexa Davis

  Thursday

  I moaned, sucking hard along Adam’s shaft as I knelt between his legs. I swirled my tongue around the tip and concentrated on the feel of him inside my mouth. The noises escaping his throat were so erotic, they turned me on.

  With my lips still wrapped around him, I reached down and undid the front of my jeans to slide my hand underneath my panties and touch myself. I needed a release. He was so responsive, I couldn’t help but get aroused. When Adam glanced down and saw me masturbating, his eyes grew dark with longing.

  “Ugh, fuck! Mmmm…you like that?”

  I pulled back, removing my lips and tongue with a gentle pop! while smiling up at him. “What do you think?” I uttered breathlessly, kissing the flesh of his inner thigh, then lightly biting the same spot and looking up with a seductive smile.

  He watched me hungrily as I made eye contact and licked slowly up the side of his rock-hard shaft. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this. I wanted him to know that I loved touching him, teasing him, kissing him…anything that let me put my hands on his naked body and I was in.

  I was about to go down again, when he took me by the hand and stopped me, bringing me up to kiss him on the lips. It wasn’t a hard kiss, or desperate like some of our kisses in the past. This one was filled with pleading desire as our lips found each other. Slow and deep, open-mouthed kisses followed as his tongue dipped inside for greater access. I felt my inhibitions go out the window once the impassioned need of his body pressed against me.

  When our lips parted, he and I were breathless. Adam’s gaze met mine, and his words came out with a guttural need. “I want you.”

  Instead of responding, I reached down and slid off my pants until I was naked from the waist down. Carefully, I climbed on top of him again and took his shaft to position it beneath me. As my hips came down and he entered me completely, a loud gasp escaped my lips. “Oh God! Adam, I need this so bad.”

  He closed his eyes while biting down on his bottom lip and hissed a sigh of pleasure. “Damn, you’re incredible.”

  I started rocking my hips back and forth, riding his body slowly. As I moved against him, Adam began to thrust, putting his hands on the base of my hips. Our bodies melded into one another, and the passion escalated, bringing the tempo of our connection to a whole new level.

  My breathing shifted and became ragged with lust and hunger as I rode his erection shamelessly. Waves of pleasure built inside me, and he groaned, sitting up so that we were face to face. He was still inside me as I rolled my hips against him smiling.

  He kissed me desperately as he wrapped his arms around my waist to grasp the hem of my shirt. I worked with him to remove the offending garment, lifting it high above my head, and then threw it on the floor. His hands caressed the lacy arch of my bra as it restrained my heaving breasts. He sighed with worshipful adoration.

  “Well, hello old friends!”

  “Mmm, they missed you,” I gasped out breathlessly, still rocking my body against his cock and encouraging him to thrust inside me.

  Adam dipped his head and kissed along the ridge of my silky garment, starting at my collarbone and going lower until his mouth was at the apex in between. Slow and languid kisses found every inch of my breasts until I was gasping and desperate for more. He was ready, too, and reached around to unhook the back and slowly slid the straps from my shoulders.

  I shyly covered my breasts with my hands, still slightly embarrassed to be fully naked in front of him. But Adam just chuckled and gently removed them while kissing me on the lips and said, “You’re beautiful. Let me see you.”

  I nodded slightly and felt his arms wrap around me, holding me close to him. In one fluid motion, he rolled the two of us down onto the floor so he was lying on top of me.

  He thrust himself inside me, and I cried out with pleasure and reveled in the feeling of him becoming unraveled. His movements were deep and slow at first but then became more frantic. I bucked my hips against him, trying to keep up with his increase in tempo. The full weight of his body lay on top of me as his hands slid up my side and wove his fingers between mine, holding my hands in place above my head.

  “Oh God! Adam, fuck me,” I begged him desperately.

  The hardwood floor was cool and unyielding against my back, so each thrust was met with hard resistance. He pounded into me with all his might, holding me down with playful restraint. Soon, I could feel my climax approaching and arched my back to lean into it.

  He knew exactly what was happening and dipped his head to kiss me on the neck. “That’s right, baby. Cum for me.”

  I whimpered out a response and screamed his name a few thrusts later. The sound of my orgasm and seeing me writhe beneath him sent Adam over the edge, as well. As he rode out the waves of pleasure, I rolled my hips against him until his body was completely spent.

  He was out of breath when he collapsed on the floor beside me with a satisfied expression. “Damn, now I have to take another shower,” he laughed out playfully.

  I smiled and propped myself up on an elbow. “I should probably take one, too; do you mind if I join?”

  He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. “Not at all; as a matter of fact, I insist.”

  He helped me to my feet and then took me by the hand, leading me back toward his bedroom. Adam turned on the water and grabbed a couple of towels from a nearby shelf, hanging them for easy access before we stepped into the shower. When he glanced over at me, I saw him smile and run his gaze up and down my naked body.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” I teased.

  He smiled. “Very much, thank you. I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed myself quite this much.”

  I smiled back at him and chuckled, taking a step toward him on the tile. “Well then, I’m glad.”

  His eyes grew dark again as he came toward me slowly, placing his hand on the back of my neck. We were kissing again before I knew what was happening, and I couldn’t help but smile against his lips. “We’re not getting wet,” I teased, pointing out that we weren’t beneath the stream of warm water from the showerhead.

  “Speak for yourself,” he mumbled against my lips then pulled me under the water.

  As he did, his hands were on me, his fingers tracing along my spine. I gasped at the electric tingles that rocketed through my body from the feel of his touch.

  His body pressed against me underneath the water and I felt his manhood twitch, rising from its brief reprieve. Surprised, I looked up at him confused. “Again?”

  He nodded breathlessly and gripped my breast with one hand. “Yeah, I need this right now. I need you—need to be with you.”

  My heart thumped wildly in response. Before I could take another breath, he had me backed up against the wall of the shower, his hands and mouth warm against my skin. I groaned with lustful pleasure.

  With his hands preoccupied with feeling me up in front, I reached down and positioned his cock at the heat of my entrance to give him access. Adam thanked me by slipping his tongue inside my mouth and moaning gratefully. In one swift movement, he came inside me and started rocking against my hips, using the wall behind us for support.

  I leaned my head back and let out an elated gasp. “Oh God, Adam!”

  He didn’t stop. One of his hands slipped down around my thigh and hitched it up against the tile. Our bodies were slick with water, and he gave no sign of letting up. I’d never had sex with the same man more than once in one night, and it was a whole new experience for me.

  I just couldn’t get enough of him.

  Adam pulled out and kissed me on the lips before kneeling down in front of me. His hands wrapped around my thighs, caressing them as he lowered himself to suck on the pink tip of my breast. He looked up at me while sucking firmly and nipped playfully at the areola, dragging his teeth across my nipple. His kisses didn’t stop there and continued downward past my stomach and found the curve of my hipbone. When he came to the patch of trimmed hair between my legs, he looked up to ask permission.
I smiled, and Adam grinned, burying his face in the sensitive folds between my legs and licking the delicate nub.

  “Holy hell! Adam, fuck!”

  His lips and tongue carefully stroked along the sides, sending waves of pleasure through my body, then his tongue dipped inside for a taste. He was generous and took his time to make sure I felt the same delightful bliss he had earlier. I was panting from need by the time he finished and watched him stand to look me in the eye. “You are everything to me,” he murmured.

  I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, dragging my tongue across his bottom lip because I knew he liked it. When I pulled away, he turned me around so that my chest was against the wall. I giggled at his aggressiveness and then felt him push inside me, entering me swiftly from behind.

  “Mmm!!” I groaned loudly

  Adam fucked me, and he fucked me hard. I was seeing spots by the end of it and was barely able to think coherently. All I felt were the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

  It didn’t take long for him to finish and release with moan of triumph. Our bodies were spent and in need of cleaning. I borrowed his body wash, and we lathered each other, running our hands and fingers over the curves of the other’s skin. The water rinsed us off and we emerged from the shower clean.

  “I think we may have used up all the hot water,” I told him with a grin.

  He laughed. “Hey, we can use up all the hot water in the city, for all I care.”

  I chuckled, wrapping myself in a fluffy gray towel and headed out into the bedroom. “Vanessa?”

  I turned at the sound of his voice when he called out for me and said, “Yeah?”

  “Will you come back?”

  My eyebrows puckered as I stared at him confused. “What do you mean?”

  “After you change into your pajamas, will you come back and sleep with me?”

  “You mean, like, in your bed?”

  “Yeah.”

  His eyes were filled with such earnest longing that I nodded back at him and smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

  My heart fluttered at the thought of him wanting me to stay with him. I wandered down the hall toward my room and went inside, finding a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. I dried my hair off as best I could and changed into the nightclothes before walking back to Adam’s bedroom. He was still getting dressed himself, and I bit into the smile that was forming around my mouth. I’d brought the towel with me, so I hung it in his bathroom before I returned to where he was waiting.

  He kissed me when I came out, and we climbed into bed together. He turned out the light and snuggled in beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist with the length of his body pressed against me. I let out a contented sigh and knew that my feelings for him were real. It wasn’t about the sex; I was falling in love with him.

  I am truly and honestly fucked.

  Chapter 27

  Adam

  Friday

  I woke up Friday morning with Vanessa’s head still on my chest. Her golden hair spilled down across her face in a gentle curl, and a look of total serenity and peace rested on her beautiful face. It was an odd feeling for me since I didn’t usually encourage a woman to sleep over in my bed with me—it felt too intimate. With Vanessa though, it just felt natural.

  I smiled, looking down at her and then carefully started to crawl out of the bed without disturbing her. Despite my attempts, the movements roused her, and she blinked awake with a sleepy smile. “Good morning,” she greeted huskily. “Did you sleep well?”

  I smiled. “Very well.”

  “Good.”

  “Are you hungry? We could go make some breakfast.”

  Vanessa nodded, sitting up blearily on the mattress and throwing off the covers. I grabbed a robe off the hook on my bathroom door and walked out into the kitchen. She followed, rubbing her eyes to blink awake and get rid of the remaining dregs of sleep. We padded out into the kitchen and turned on the light to get started on the morning meal.

  “What would you like to eat?” I asked politely.

  She shrugged, glancing back meaningfully toward the pantry. “I dunno, what do we have?”

  Opening the fridge, I saw three cartons of cage-free eggs and chuckled. “Well, it looks like we’ve got a surplus of eggs right now,” I told her. “So, we could do anything involving that. An omelet, perhaps? Or French toast… Just tell me how you want them.”

  She laughed while stretching her arms above her head. “Oh, right! I remembered seeing that the other day. We both went shopping and forgot to tell the other about it. We should really set up a system.”

  I grinned. “That sounds good. How do you want them now, though? Cause they ain’t gonna eat themselves.”

  “The omelet sounds good,” she responded happily while pulling her hair back into a ponytail. “What do you like in yours? I could slice some peppers, or fry bacon.”

  I shrugged, pulling out the carton of eggs and then placing them on the counter. “Either way.”

  “Alright, I’ll just start prepping them over here then…”

  Vanessa walked up behind me and carefully slid her hand seductively across my back as she reached up to get the ingredients that she needed. I turned my head and glanced down at her with a smile. “Ms. Butler, are you trying to seduce me, yet again?”

  She chuckled, putting on an air of coyness and batting her eyes a couple time before saying, “Oh, of course not. I would never do something as presumptuous as that. You misunderstand. I was just getting this bacon out of the way so I can cook it.”

  “Good, because you know that I’d be helpless to resist right now and we’d both be late for work.”

  She sighed with a tiny smile and glanced over at me embarrassed. “Yeah, I know. I could probably use a day to recuperate. We’ve been going at it pretty hard.”

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked with genuine concern.

  “Nothing like that,” she laughed. “I had a good time.”

  We fell into comfortable silence for a while, each of us contributing to the food prep and orbiting around the other as we moved about the kitchen. She sliced and fried some peppers, onion, and bacon, setting them aside for me to use as needed and watched me thoughtfully.

  “Are you feeling any better?” she asked me quietly.

  I glanced up at her in confusion. “Pardon?”

  “Yesterday, when I came home, you were upset about a case,” she reminded me.

  I poured the eggs and mixture onto the heated skillet. It sizzled on the stovetop and made the entire room smell wonderful. Vanessa moved around behind me and put some coffee on to brew. “Yeah, I’m just trying not to think about it.”

  “Oh, sorry…”

  Shaking my head dismissively, I tried to assure her it was fine. “It’s okay. I have to go interview this guy at the jail later on. It’s going to be uncomfortable.”

  She nodded thoughtfully. “Well, good luck. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

  Her faith in me was encouraging, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

  The eggs were finished, and I quickly served them on a plate so we could eat them at the table. We talked for a little bit about our plans for the day, and by the time I finished eating, it was time to get dressed. I apologized for the abruptness, once I realized the time and hurried off the change into a pair of trousers and a white button-up shirt and tie.

  She was still in the kitchen when I emerged from my room. She waved goodbye to me as I hurried out the door. I pulled my keys out of the pocket of my coat and I climbed into the driver’s seat, my mind was still riding the high of my amazing night with Vanessa and breakfast with her this morning. Things were starting to get out of control – I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  I drove all the way to the county jail on the edge of town and met Jon Hansen in the parking lot. He had a business-like expression on his face and a briefcase in his hand. When he saw me get out of the car, he waved me over with a smile. He had a bright
red scarf on that was impossible to miss. “Morning, Adam. You ready to get this guy?”

  “Sure am.”

  He nodded as we walked together down the sidewalk and made it to the entrance. “I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” he muttered unhappily.

  “Oh? What’s going on?”

  “The judge denied our request for no bail,” Jon informed me bitterly. “The defense claimed that he has ties to the community, running for public office, and not a flight risk that we claim.”

  “Crap.”

  “The good news is the bail was set at half a million dollars, so I’m hoping that’s enough to keep him for a while.”

  “That’s a good plan, sir.”

  We had to pass through security on the way to the interrogation room. The metal detectors and mandatory pat-downs were uncomfortable, both emotionally and physically. I sighed as we went through the motions, knowing it was just part of the job. Once I’d made it through to the other side, I got my briefcase back from them, and Jon and I started down the hall.

  One of the corrections officers brought us to the interrogation room where Brandon was already waiting. He was handcuffed to the table and dressed in the prison uniform, and it made me smile to see him like that. It gave me a sense of justice, that right had been once again restored: the bad guy was put in jail, exactly the way it should be.

  The minute I met him, I’d known something was off; I should have listened to my gut. In the end, though, everything turned out okay. Jon and I went inside, and he took a seat from him across the table.

  “Hello, Brandon.”

  His eyes lit up with an arrogant smile when he saw me come in right behind him. His hair was messier than I remembered and the hint of a five o’clock shadow was showing. I guessed prison life doesn’t agree with him. “Alex!”

  “Adam,” I corrected through clenched teeth. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you in here when we met at the Christmas party.”

  “Yeah, well, life has a funny way of making things come up roses when I’m around. It’s serendipity.”