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“I thought you were afraid of what people might think.” He lifted a brow and took a few steps closer.
I looked to the left and then to the right in an exaggerated manner. “I don’t think those people are here right now,” I whispered, allowing a smile to meet my lips.
He stepped up to the bed and his hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants. “Um. I can’t sleep with these things on.”
“Oh.” My eyes found the sexy V beneath his abdomen. “Anything on beneath those?”
“Love, I wouldn’t dare get into bed with you otherwise. I have restraint, but I’m not a feckin’ priest.”
I laughed. “I don’t think the words feck and priest really work well together.”
He grinned and lowered his sweats, revealing navy-blue boxer briefs. Of course, he might as well have been naked . . .
I moved to my back and looked away, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. His incredible body was going to give me heart failure if I kept ogling it.
The weight of the bed shifted as Adam lay himself down. And then he did exactly what I needed.
One hand slipped beneath me, and he guided me to my side so my back was to his chest. He pulled me tight against him as his perfectly sculpted arms wrapped around me.
My chest fluttered, and chills floated across my skin.
“Sweet dreams, love,” he whispered into my ear. His face nuzzled against my neck, and I relaxed into him, allowing Adam and the serenity of Ireland to wrap me in the warmth of the night.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ADAM
Something smelled good.
Coconut, maybe? What was it?
I opened my eyes—it was Anna’s head. Her thick, reddish-blonde hair was as bright as a sunset on the beach. I pushed my face closer and sucked in another breath.
She was on her side, her back to me, and I was stiff against her. My hard cock settled against her firm arse. I didn’t want to lose my hold of her, but it probably would be best not to advertise my hard-on, which was stirring, ready for action with her so near.
I tried to shift back, but she repositioned herself against me. Her body shifted and moved and pressed.
I shut my eyes, trying to calm my erection.
No such luck.
When her hand came down on my arm, and she guided it tighter around her to the peaks of her silk tank, I was done for. I swallowed as I felt the swell of her full breast beneath my palm. Only thin material separated my hand from her flesh. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, closing my eyes.
“Adam.” My name was a moan from her lips as she shifted to her back, her head dropping to the side. She was still asleep.
Goddamn. I retracted my arm from her chest and pulled it across my own, feeling as though I’d violated her.
Was she dreaming about me? Her hands went up and crossed over her breasts. Her breathing was slow at first but started to increase. Her lip tucked between her teeth and her hips bucked up as she started to squirm from side to side.
Feck me.
“Anna,” I whispered, needing to stop this torture. “Anna,” I said louder as my body pulsed with need. God, I wanted her so fecking much. I wanted to rip her tiny silk shorts off and put my mouth between her thighs.
I gripped the sheet on the other side of me as Anna jerked in the bed again, riding whatever wave of pleasure had been given to her in her dream. And if she was dreaming about me fucking her . . . I would be damned if I said I didn’t want to make it a reality.
I pulled my hands up to my face and dragged them down as I released a breath.
The top sheet and comforter were crumpled at the bottom of the bed, and she shifted, her hand coming down on top of me now. Her short nails scratched lightly against my hip bone, and I flinched at her touch. “Anna,” I said again, my voice panicky as the situation seemed to slip further from my control. She rolled to her side and her fingers slipped further down.
