Janice swallowed back the rush of emotions that flooded her suddenly. Her eyes shimmered and she blinked rapidly to clear them.
Adrian never stopped looking at her.
“They aren’t natural like you, but the color reminded me of your eyes.”
“I’ll put them in water,” she said grabbing them and hiding her face in their sweet fragrance. Adrian followed directly on her heels, closing the front door shut with a decisive slam. Was he angry? She carried the bundle to the sink and busied herself looking for a vase. Adrian stood inches behind her and when she stood with a large glass container, she nearly dropped it because he placed his hands around her waist and yanked her back against him. He nuzzled her neck, pressing his face against her.
She managed to set the vase safely down before he swung her around and mashed his lips against hers. Her knees buckled. She leaned into him.
“God, Janice, I’ve missed you.” The words were groaned against her mouth.
Adrian’s hunger unleashed her own repressed response. She slid her arms around his neck to pull him tight against her. She kissed him back fervently.
Then, she was weightless as he carried her into the living room and tossed her down on the couch. She bounced once.
“Undress.”
She stared up at Adrian, still dazed from his kisses. He had already unbuttoned his business shirt, unzipped his slacks and was shedding them, along with his boxers. He stumbled slightly as he tried to kick off his shoes along with the slacks. Then he was naked except for his black businessman’s socks. His hard, long cock bobbed at her.
He pounced.
Janice regained enough sense to help him peel off her leggings before he ripped them, but the t-shirt was a goner. He grabbed a fist full of her cotton panties and simply ripped them off as well. She’d be sore later but she didn’t care. This was hotter than any sex she’d ever imagined.
***
Adrian reached down and slid his fingers between Janice’s thighs. She was wet. She was ready. He lifted her legs up over his arms, positioned himself and filled her in one drive.
All he’d thought about for two days was this moment. Being deep inside Janice. It was madness. He’d argued with himself, covering the pros, the cons, the insanity of his sudden feelings, his desires. But in the end, he couldn’t ignore the fact that he felt like he’d been run over by a Mack truck. Being apart from Janice after being with her was simply unacceptable.
He thrust in and out, groaning at the intense pleasure each stroke caused. He reached down and circled his thumb against her clit, determined that they’d come together. She mewled under him and he almost came right then. He gritted his teeth and slowed his pace. It was damned difficult to hold onto his control with Janice.
She rocked up eagerly into him and he sensed her orgasm approaching. He cupped and stroked one of her breasts with his free hand, and she began to shake. Her insides clenched him and he let his control go, driving deep, erupting at her core.
He trembled afterwards. He sagged down on top of her, resting his head between her breasts.
“Fuck, Janice. That was...”
Janice shifted under him and he realized he was probably crushing her. He pulled out and the sticky feeling and smell of fresh sex hit his nose. Shit. He’d just had unprotected sex with Janice. He hadn’t had unprotected sex since college. And even then, it was with his then-girlfriend whom he had trusted implicitly. She’d been on the pill. Janice wasn’t. That could be a problem. Or maybe not. She’d be tied to him then. If one child linked them together forever, they’d have ten of them.
Adrian dropped down on the sofa behind Janice and curved his body around her, tucking her into his chest.
“We should talk about what just happened,” she said.
“The sex?”
“The unprotected sex.”
“That’s irrelevant.”
Janice turned her face up to look in his eyes like he was crazy.
“What?”
“We’re going to get married. I want you. This. Every single minute of the next nine days alone with you. Every minute of the next fifty years with you.”
Janice sucked in a long breath, and he felt her chest expand. He slid his hand down to cup and caress a breast. He kissed her cheek tenderly.
“I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me.”
“We’ve known each other for less than a week,” she countered, weakly, unconvinced herself.
“I want to meet your boys. I want to take you all on my boat, to baseball games, to meet my family, to meet yours. Janice, koulka mou. I want to marry you as soon as possible.”
He felt her start in his arms. He realized he was moving too fast. He tightened his grip on her.
“No. Don’t run scared on me.”
He turned her face to his and kissed her until she kissed him back.
“Don’t push me away.”
“Adrian. I’m flabbergasted. I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t ready for a fling five days ago, much less a relationship. And marriage!”
“Do you deny your feelings for me?”
“No. I do have feelings for you, but I really don’t know how to handle them.”
“Will you give me a chance? Us a chance?”
“What does koulka mou mean?”
“My doll.”
She gazed up into his eyes for a long moment of indecision. He wished she didn’t need to think so hard. Then she smiled mischievously up at him and snuggled back into him.
“My friend Kallie is always telling me to take risks…”
He pressed his cheek against hers in relief.
Author Biography
A North Dakota native and 20-year California resident, Selene Grace Silver spends as much of her time as possible reading wonderful fiction and trying to replicate it in her own work. She and her Scotsman prefer their weekends spent on the temperate Central Coast, listening to the waves of the Pacific roll in, one after the other, eternal.
Selene looks forward to hearing from her readers. She can be reached through email at [email protected]. Please visit her website at selenegracesilver.com for updates on new releases.
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