Page 33 of Puppy Kisses

She punctuated this statement by running her hands down the smooth, hard lines of his abdomen, stopping just shy of making contact with his cock. Every part of her yearned to grab him, to show him how easily shecouldend him. Or that part of him, at least.

“Believe me,” Adam said, groaning softly. “The feeling is mutual.”

She didn’t have time to ask which part of that sentiment he shared—the desire or the frustration—because he grabbed her around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a long, demanding kiss. Dawn imagined that must be what the cows felt like when they felt the heavy rope land squarely around their heads. It was a shock, yes, but it was also compelling.

Come to me, it said.Don’t fight. You’re mine now.

She gave in to all three. As the water sluiced down over their heads, Dawn allowed herself to be pulled into Adam’s hard embrace. She didn’t fight the insistent press of his mouth, and she didn’t question where she belonged. Like poor Dawn the cow trying to enjoy her few blissful stolen moments of freedom, she knew when the battle was over.

Well, mostly.

She dropped her hands the last tantalizing inch before she had Adam firmly in hand. Without waiting to see how he intended to react, she slid her hand up the length and back down again, her movements aided by the water and soap and steam. Adam wasn’t slow to return the favor, dropping his hand between her thighs. There was no need for water or soap to ease that friction, since she’d been in a state of high desire for days now.

“I was going to make you do this yourself so I could watch,” Dawn said as Adam slid a finger inside her. He crooked that same finger and pulled her forward, so close their bodies were now touching almost everywhere. Her legs slithered up and down his, her breasts pressed against his chest. Even seemingly innocent parts like shoulders and elbows took on new meaning as they slipped and slid together.

A gasp escaped her as Adam slid his finger out and back in again, his thumb expertly grazing her clit.

“If you don’t start behaving, I still might make you take over,” she added, but they both knew it was a lie. His erection was a hard, insistent pressure between their bodies—a hard, insistent pressure she was powerless to ignore. She drew her hand up and down between them, pausing only when his own careful movements took her breath away.

As it turned out, that was most of the time. Adam’s hands were one of his best features, which was saying a lot considering how well crafted the rest of him was. But his hands were large and rough with work, and dexterous in ways that defied human nature. They were also intimately familiar with Dawn’s body. Adam knew when to push and when to pull away, exactly where to hitch her leg so he could plunge his fingers deep.

He didn’t hesitate to do any of those things now, forcing her to brace herself on the shower wall or risk having her legs give way underneath her. Her eyes were closed, her back pressed against the cold tile, one palm flat against the side wall to keep herself from toppling over. She was, in a sense, pinned against the wall and unable to escape, but she didn’t mind in the slightest. Especially not when he stopped with all the teasing and began to focus his attention on sending her over the edge.

“I thought you were yelling at me for always being in a hurry,” she said between gasps.

“Do you want me to stop?” came his strained reply. She flicked her thumb over the head of his cock, delighted when his entire body gave a convulsive twitch. “Because I can stop. All you have to do is say the word.”

“You know, I don’t think that’s true.” She flicked her thumb again, this time without pausing before pumping her hand steadily up and down his length. His breathing was growing labored, his entire body a thrumming chord waiting to be plucked. One or two more thrusts, and he was done for. “I think there’s nothing you can do right now but finish the job I started. Go ahead. You can come first. I don’t mind.”

“Like hell I will.”

Just as Dawn was ready to enjoy the sensation of Adam losing his control, he slid his hand out from between her thighs and grabbed her around the ass. Without giving her time to consider what could possibly come next, he whirled her around so she was pressed face-first against the wall instead. The tile was a surprise of cold against her nipples and belly, bringing to the surface of her skin a tingling, almost electric shock. A gasp—partly of outrage but mostly of delight—escaped her lips as Adam brought his hand between her legs again, this time from behind. His other hand gripped her around the wrist and brought her arm straight up above her head.

If she’d been trapped by Adam before, she was imprisoned by him now. His body was holding hers at every pressure point, his hold like a shackle that allowed her no room to escape. In fact, the only movements she seemed capable of making were the repeated undulations of her hips.

He dropped his lips to the back of her neck and kissed her—long and hard and deep, not to mention likely to leave a hickey of the kind she hadn’t enjoyed since high school.

“There’s nothing you can do now but finish the jobIstarted,” Adam murmured into her ear. He ground his hips harder against her, restricting her movements even more. “Go ahead. You can come first. I don’t mind.”

It would have brought Dawn immense satisfaction to thwart him. The press of Adam against her backside was likely to be causing him just as much agonizing delight as it was giving her, and she was sure that if she could hold out a few seconds longer, he wouldn’t have any say in the matter of who was the first to give in. But everything about this position—being pinned against the wall, Adam’s hand between her legs, nowhere for her to go—had her spiraling closer and closer to release.

And then he bit her.

Dawn had read plenty of vampire erotica in her lifetime, so she knew, in theory, how powerfully sexual a well-timed bite could be. She wasn’t saying she wanted tobleedor anything, but there was something deliciously possessive, something ruthlessly primal about the whole thing.

Adam seemed to know it. Whether because he’d also spent his fair share of time in the erotic vampire library or because he simply couldn’t help himself, he sank his teeth into the sensitive skin on the side of her neck. She cried out as that final sensation was added onto all the rest, the strength of her orgasm outstripping any other considerations. There were too many parts of her body being stimulated at once—too many parts of her being told what to do and how hard to do it. She was so overpowered with sensory overload that her orgasm throbbed longer and harder than any she’d experienced before.

Her only saving grace was the fact that as soon as the cry left her lips, Adam proved himself just as far gone as she was. He changed the bite to another one of those long, hard kisses, pressing his mouth against her neck as he gave in to the pull of his own release.

Her legs were weak and her breathing labored, but neither of those things seemed to matter as he continued cradling her from behind. He was holding her up without even trying, supporting her simply by being near.

Shower sex had always been one of Dawn’s favorite kinds in terms of cleanup, since the mood remained unbroken. Cuddling in the heady afterglow had never been one of her strong points, but the act of soaping one another off under the continued spray of the water was a pure delight.

“What was that bite all about?” she said as she ran her hands up and down Adam’s abdomen, rubbing soap far more thoroughly than was necessary. “I’m going to be walking around like the victim of an animal attack for weeks.”

A guilty flush arrested his expression. “Is it bad?”

“I can tell what great orthodontic work you had done as a teenager, if that’s what you’re asking.”