Never Enough

  He ducked his head again and she was, again, charmed.

  “I wanted to see you too. I’ve thought about you all week.”

  She looked to him over the rim of her mug. This was stupid really. She knew what his life must be like; she’d seen a small slice of it, and that was just the classical music world. His universe was . . . well, certainly filled with experiences and people far outside her life here on the island.

  She wanted him anyway. The time she had when it was just Gillian and Adrian was something she enjoyed greatly. She liked Adrian Brown in a way she hadn’t liked a man in a very long time.

  “Say something.”

  “It occurs to me, Mister Brown, that you’re entirely unused to being befuddled, thwarted or told no.”

  “It only makes my cock harder when you get very prim and British. Almost as much as it undoes me when you lose that uptight and you start dropping consonants and get filthy and sort of bitchy.” He winked and sat back, sipping his tea. “This is nice. I love the scent.”

  It wouldn’t do to encourage him, but she couldn’t help but smile at his comments as she squeezed her thighs together under the table to quell the ache he’d brought. “I thought about you this week too.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes. Don’t pretend you’re surprised. Are you fishing for compliments?”

  “If I was, would you give me one?”

  She sniffed, extra prim just for him. “You eat pussy like a gold medalist.”

  He put his mug down and threw so much smolder her way she nearly gasped.

  “As compliments go, that’s a winner. I thought about that all week too. The way you tasted as you sat above me, your cunt, hot and slick, against my lips. Do you know how many times I fucked my fist, imagining it was you I was inside?”

  Things fluttered in her belly. A novel sensation. She wasn’t usually prone to that sort of breathless reaction to a man. This one though, broke through all her rules and regulations.

  He fussed up her ordered world with gleeful abandon. And for some reason she couldn’t quite explain to herself, she couldn’t find the energy or the will to fight it.

  “How many times, Adrian?” she asked, feeling so free with him to unleash that part of herself. It was just the two of them there.

  His gaze went hooded. He moved his chair back, away from the table. His long legs stretched out. She watched, ensorcelled by the way he ran his palms down his thighs. “Twice a day. You make me feel like a sixteen-year-old boy, Gillian. And even that wasn’t enough.”

  “Show me.”

  If she’d been expecting him to get shy now, she had another thing coming. Her breath caught as he reached upward, unbuckling his belt. Her muscles jumped slightly at the metallic sound as he moved it aside, opening it before moving to his buttons.

  Pop.

  Pop.

  Pop.

  Pop.

  Pop.

  Some American things were simply undoubtedly better. Buttondown jeans were one of those things. A zipper was sexy enough, yes, but that sound as the metal button cleared the denim seemed to mainline straight to her clit.

  The room heated up as he opened the vee of the denim wider, shoved his shorts aside and pulled out his cock.

  She may have let a small sound of longing slip out. One of his brows rose and his smile hitched up a notch.

  “You sound hungry, English.” His voice changed at the very end, when his thumb slid through the bead of pre-come on the head of his cock, smearing it.

  She crossed her legs, lazily kicking one foot and wishing the friction was enough to help get her off.

  “And what if I was?”

  “You keep teasing me like that and you’ll get your answer.” He said this as he began to slowly thrust his cock through his fist.

  “After you’ve finished, you can give it to me.”

  She meant to joke, but it wasn’t. He didn’t take it that way either, only locking his gaze on her though she couldn’t look away from the way he handled himself.

  Sure. Aggressively masculine. Rougher than she would have. She licked her lips and made him groan. That only made her ache more.

  “Still not as good as what it feels like in your mouth. Or your pussy.”

  She stood and walked toward him. He continued that thrust, thrust, thrust as she approached, though his mouth quirked up at the corner. Behind him, she leaned over, her breasts to his back, mouth at his ear, gaze back on his cock, slick, hard and dark as he drew closer to climax.

  “Watching you jack yourself like this makes me wet,” she whispered.

  He strangled out a curse, sped his pace.

  “When I make myself come I’m going to think about this moment. When my fingers slide between my legs, into my panties, I’m going to play with my clit and think about the way your cock looks in your hand.”

  He groaned, tipping his head and turning it, meeting her mouth in a desperate kiss. She stretched, her fingertips brushing against his hand as he came, the warmth of it a brand against her skin.

  Adrian tasted her mouth, groaning as he came, groaning again as she broke the kiss and circled him, licking her fingers covered with his seed.

  She had no real idea what she did to him, he could tell. Didn’t matter really. He’d have her, and by the time she realized it, he’d be dug in deep. Like a tick.

  He grabbed some paper towels and she helped get him cleaned up, even gently tucking his cock back into his shorts.

  “Now, I believe you had an answer to give me?” She had this way of smiling at him. He watched her enough, well, a lot, to know she didn’t use that smile with anyone else. Teasing. Sexy.

  That smile made him sort of dizzy.

  He bent his knees and caught her with his shoulder, hefting her up and toting her down the hall to her bedroom.

  He tossed her on the bed and she laughed. “You’ve hauled me around like a sack of goods!”

  Her laughter died when he got to his knees and took the hem of her skirt and inched it up, dropping kisses against her hose.

  Stockings actually. Her skin was warm just where the edge of the material met her thighs.

  He began to yank and she sat up with a squeak.

  “Oy! That’s my skirt, you’re going to rip it.”

  That was unexpected. He hit a nerve there.

  He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, darlin’. The stockings were a surprise. Got me all hot and bothered.”

  She got up and carefully stepped from the skirt, hanging it in her closet and then doing the same with her sweater and little shirt thing she had on.

  And then he forgot what he’d been worried about because she was standing there in thigh-high stockings, sheer panties and a gorgeous pale blue bra, her tits mounded at the top edge like something he had to have a taste of.

  “Now, where was I?” He crawled across the floor to her, slowly moving up her legs to place an openmouthed kiss at the back of her thigh, right against the top of the stocking.

  “That’s a very nice place to pick up.” The burr in her voice had smoothed again and he relaxed, pausing to squeeze her ass, kiss each cheek where it met her thigh.

  He kissed his way up her side, over the delicious curve of her.

  “Your body is off the chain,” he murmured, mouth against the swell of her belly, enjoying the way she clutched at his shoulders to stay standing when he dipped his tongue into her belly button.

  “That’s a good thing?”

  He’d reduced her to breathless. Good. He didn’t want to be alone.

  He popped the back hooks on her bra and within a breath her breasts were in his hands, nipples burning into his palms. Grabbing the material of her panties with his teeth, he pulled them down and she stepped from them. This left her in nothing more than those stockings of hers, her hair still bound at the back of her neck.

  “It’s a very good thing.” He surged to his feet, embracing her, pulling her in close.

  Petite and nearly naked, sh
e should have felt fragile against him. But she didn’t.

  “I’ve been dreaming about licking you until you made that quiet little sound. But now no one is here and we don’t have to be quiet.” He drew her back to the bed and she came with him, pulling her hair loose as they went.

  They landed on her bed, side by side and he went back for a kiss. Soft at first, teasing her sweet lips open, making way for his tongue.

  He wanted to lose himself in her, just lay with her here for hours, kissing and touching.

  But now they didn’t have time for that so he’d take what he could get, what she gave him so willingly.

  He moved away, reluctantly, from her mouth and over her closed eyes, across her cheeks and against her temple. Her mouth curved up as he paid homage to her jaw and down her neck.

  The phone in his back pocket sounded and with a groan he sat up to turn it off.

  She watched him with a shiver of delight. There was something about being totally naked against him while he was fully clothed that really pushed her buttons. He was tousled, flushed from arousal; his eyes held a gleam that told her he had wicked intentions.

  “Today is a very good day.”

  He tossed the phone on her dressing table and moved back into place. “Is it now?” He licked over one nipple and then the other, scraping his teeth across it until she arched.

  “Yes!”

  He continued the erotic assault on her nipples and tiptoed down her belly with one hand, carefully spreading her labia and exposing her clit to the air, tickling it just a little with his fingertip until a ragged moan made its way up from her gut.

  “These tits drive me crazy.”

  He flattered and it wasn’t empty. The awe was there in his voice, in the way he touched her body and definitely in the way he looked at her.

  Then she couldn’t decide if she was upset that he moved away from her nipples and promptly forgot about that as he kissed and licked his way down her belly.

  And she lost all coherent thought when he spread her wider and took a long lick with a little swirling flourish against her clit.

  Giving in, she let herself touch him, let herself slide fingers through his hair. Let herself tug him upward as she rolled her hips to get more.

  He groaned, the vibration sounding through her, setting her senses aflame. She did wince a little when his fingers dug into her hips again and he paused to see what was wrong.

  “Bruise from last week. Don’t stop now! It’s fine.” She tugged and tugged until he gave his own ouch. He moved up to kiss the fading bruises.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I like them. And I really liked where you were there, you know, your face in my pussy? Can we get back to that, please?”

  “I like it when you get all panicky about your orgasms.” But he did get back to work quickly and she sighed happily when he found that rhythm again with the licks and swirls.

  She wouldn’t last long; she knew this about herself. It was very easy for her to get off, and having a man who so obviously loved oral sex with his mouth on her, his tongue whispering sweet nothings to her clit, was already getting her 90 percent of the way.

  So she held on, and gave in to the heaviness of her eyelids, letting them close with the image of that dark chocolate hair bent over her.

  And then she was coming, hard and fast, as pleasure filled up and up and then up even more until she nearly shouted.

  When she finally opened her eyes on a satisfied breath, he was there, looking at her. “You’re a noisy little thing when there’s no one else here.”

  She sniffed. “Well, only when I come that hard. So I suppose you’ve taught me my lesson. Which is that you give great head.”

  He kissed her, tasting of her and himself beneath that. She liked it. Thought the combination was quite lovely.

  “Who knew you’d wear thigh-high stockings under those schoolteacher clothes? I like it.”

  “It’s cold, in case you hadn’t noticed. I had to go out and meet with a client and I wanted to stay warm. Are you going to stay over?” She’d asked it naturally but then felt uncomfortable, like she’d gone too far. This could be a drawback of the whole fucking-your-son’s-father thing. Was she his lover, or Miles’s mother, or what? Sure, they’d had a discussion about it, before the first time they’d slept together, but this would all take a lot of careful thought.

  “I’d like to, yes, if that’s all right with you.”

  “Of course it is. We’re having grilled cheese and tomato soup.”

  “What?”

  “Grilled cheese sandwiches? You know the ones you fry up and melt? Have you never had a grilled cheese before?”

  “Oh yes, loads of times. It was one of the things Brody could cook. No, the other thing.”

  “Tomato soup?”

  He grinned and she realized he’d been having a laugh.

  “I love the way you say tomato.”

  “Ha, bloody ha.”

  Grinning, he gave her a quick kiss to smooth her agitation, which wasn’t really agitation, but she had no plans to discourage kisses, for goodness’ sake.

  “How long will your car be in the shop? Why don’t you and Miles ride with me tomorrow and I’ll bring you both back Sunday afternoon?”

  She hadn’t forgotten about the dinner his sister and brother were having. Miles was in turns thrilled and excited and scared to death. No more than she. She didn’t even belong there!

  Not that she’d leave Miles to face the occasion on his own, of course. He’d made it very clear he wanted her there, and in his own way, she supposed, Adrian had as well. So she was in it and that was that.

  “All right, thank you. They had to order a new part so it won’t be done until Tuesday they said.”

  “I have an extra car if you’d like to borrow it for a few days. Just until the repairs are done.”

  Of course he did. “No.” She paused when she realized how vehemently she’d said it. “Thank you, but we’re fine. Miles takes the bus to school, we’ve got groceries and if I am in a bind there are many people I can call to give me a lift. Really. I appreciate the offer though.”

  He looked her over carefully so she jiggled just a little, snagging his attention and moving away from the topic.

  “How long until Miles gets back?” He’d gotten that look again, and she rubbed herself against him with a happy groan.

  “We’ve got about an hour.”

  He sat quickly, pulled his sweater off, shimmied from his jeans and underwear and rolled onto his back.

  “Then let’s use it wisely, shall we?” He held up a condom.

  She grabbed it, ripped it open, donned his cock and scrambled atop him. “It’s better to look at you from up here.”

  “If you’re expecting any—fuck, that’ll do it, Christ you’re tight.”

  It pleased her to get him all befuddled and speechless.

  She sank down on him, letting her body adjust, taking the time to look at his body. “I love that tattoo on your belly.”

  “To finish my first thought—I have zero argument with you riding my cock. This way I can look up at you and you have to do most of the work as well. It’s a win-win situation for me.”

  She rose and fell, sighing as she rolled her head on her shoulders, stretching and relaxing. He felt thick inside her. Big and thick and very, very pleasing. “I must tell you, your cock pleases me.”

  He laughed briefly, before she started to move again.

  She liked fucking him this way. Liked the way he looked all spread out below her, looking debauched. Liked the way he continued to touch and caress, as if he couldn’t not touch her.

  Big, sure hands ran all over her torso, returning time and again to her breasts, where he rolled and tugged her nipples until the tension inside her nearly vibrated. She’d thought herself sated after that last orgasm, but now a new one built.

  Dragging her nails up his sides, she leaned down and licked over his nipple, tugging on the ring. She’d n
ever been with anyone with all this ink and a piercing. It was not an overrated experience.

  His breath caught when she flicked her tongue over the bar quickly. Her angle had changed, leaving them belly to belly as she pushed back against him.

  “Yeah, that’s the way. Fuck yourself onto me, English.”

  He turned her to goo when he used that rough and dirty voice.

  Even more when he banded an arm around her waist and began to lever himself up into her, holding her in place and fucking her hard and deep.

  The length of his cock stroked over her clit with each thrust, sending a full body shiver through her each time he did it. Drawing her inexorably closer to climax.

  His chest, tight against hers, slid across her nipples, including his nipple ring. A sound, low and needy, came from her mouth like a stranger had put it there.

  “Tell me,” he murmured. “What do you need?”

  His words played through her senses, honeyed, seductive.

  “Fuck me. I want you to come. I want to come. I just . . . want.”

  He snarled, just a little, enough to excite her senses even more, and before she knew it, climax rolled through her, stealing her breath, leaving her with no other choice but to writhe helplessly as pleasure ravaged her.

  He pressed in deep and groaned so hard she felt the vibration through his belly into her body.

  Adrian watched her as she worked in her office. They’d lazed around for a while after that spectacular welcome-home sex and then she told him she needed to get caught up, especially if they were going to be gone the entire next day.

  So she’d been on the phone and her computer, had moved around the room pulling things from shelves and drawers.

  He’d seen some of her work, though she didn’t know it. In the packet of background information Cope had given him there’d been credit reports; she had a small savings and lived within her means, which were solidly middle class. Even had a college fund started for Miles. Something he intended to do himself as well. And there’d been a menu she’d created, graphics for a friend’s pastry shop that he frankly thought brilliant. Retro woman holding a slice of pie, a cup of coffee and a smile on shiny red lips. There’d been mailings and some other stuff of the sort. Enough for him to be impressed with her eye and her talent.