Page 56 of The Flight Risk

“Damn,” Oakley mutters quietly. The door clicks behind him.

“I’m the one who should be saying damn.” No matter how many times I’ve seen him naked these past few weeks, it still amazes me on how rocking his body is. Especially in a towel, which is hanging dangerously low on his hips again.

“Sorry, I was just…” I point to the closet.

“Snooping in my closet again.” He smirks, running his hand through his damp hair.

“I guess it’s my guilty pleasure now.” My heart races as he walks toward me, tightening the towel to free up his hands. “Getting to know you better.”

“I fully support this new guilty pleasure.” He tilts my head up and kisses me softly, sending tingles down my spine. His warm hand presses against my lower back and my body inches closer to his.

I break the kiss. “Wait.” I press my lips together and place my hands on his chest. “Can we sit?”

“Yeah.” His eyebrows furrow. “Is everything okay?”

I sit on the plaid comforter. “Everyone I met tonight was so wonderful. Your parents. Your friends… Molly. And they’ve taken me in without even really knowing who I am or what I’ve been through.” I nervously play with the long sleeves covering my hands.

Oakley sits next to me. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Yes, of course it is. I must be defective or something for overthinking this.”

“You are far from defective, Tess.” His fingers lightly run up and down my back. “You’re perfect. Everybody loved you.”

“Even Molly?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Didn’t really talk to her other than the time I was with you. But how can she not?”

“Hmm. I don’t know. Maybe because she is your ex-girlfriend.”

“Well, either way, it doesn’t matter what Molly thinks. I only care what is in that pretty head of yours.” He plays with the hem of the fabric against my thigh. “I love seeing you in my jersey.”

“I’m assuming Molly wore this jersey a time or two.” I purse my lips as I contemplate that image. Jealousy rears its ugly head and I hate it.

He lets out a low growl and pulls me onto his lap in one swift move. He clutches my thighs firmly as I straddle him. “Your assumptions are incorrect. She never wore my jersey.”

His hands are suddenly everywhere, and he holds me tightly against his hot, bare chest. The towel beneath me is doing nothing to conceal how hard he is. My fingers twist in his hair as I grind my hips against him. His feral eyes lock with mine. “Only in my dreams did I ever think you would happen to me, Tess. You are the only one I want wearing my jersey.”

My breath hitches as his large hand slides underneath the jersey. He cups both my breasts and sprinkles kisses along my neck. I need him. Now.

We inch our bodies toward the headboard and Oakley rests his back against the pillows.

I break our kiss again and whisper against his lips, “Towel off.”

He smiles and his words vibrate off my hot skin: “Panties off.” Before I can do what he commands, he rips the delicate fabric clean off me. I unfurl the small, sad knot holding the towel in place and take him in my hand. His head falls back against the headboard and the delicious moan that escapes his mouth makes me want him even more. I stroke harder and he stops my progress. “Tess, I won’t last another two seconds if you continue.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” I cock my eyebrow and bite my lower lip.

He pulls on my hair with one hand and fingers me with the other. “I want you to ride my cock in my jersey. Make me come in your pussy, baby.”

Heat courses through me. Suddenly all doubt and jealousy and comparison is thrown out the window. I get to adore this man and let him adore me. He is softening my heart every second and for right now, my fear falls to the wayside.

I lower myself onto his hard cock and let him fill me completely. I grind up and down as my pussy tightens around him. His rough hands squeeze my hips and lock me into place as I twist my fingers in his wavy hair and brace my other hand on his sculpted shoulder.

Our breathing becomes heavier as our bodies find a rhythm against each other. My body shudders when he grabs my ass, fingers digging in. “Adam,” I whisper breathlessly. When I look into his eyes, I can tell he can really see me on a level I’ve never reached with anyone. My body is turning to mush under his gaze, which is not only filled with lust, but with love and safety and everything I didn’t know I needed or wanted.

Adam has it all.

My hips rock against him again and pleasure ripples through me. His mouth catches mine and he tugs me close, the heat emanating off his taut chest penetrating the fabric of the jersey. I can feel him unraveling inside me, a throaty groan escapes him, causing me to unapologetically tremble on top of him and give into this moment.