Page 28 of A Touch of Crimson
“Okay then.” There was amusement in his low tone. “Will you give me the benefit of the doubt?”
Lindsay faced him. He stepped closer, into her personal space. Close enough that only an inch separated them, and she had to tilt her head back to look into his face. His wings materialized, shielding them from prying eyes. Her gaze slid over him, drinking in the leanly muscled expanse of his torso. The tight lacing of his abs stirred a deep, raw hunger to see them tighten in pleasure as he thrust into her. Sexual awareness sizzled across her skin, tightening her body.
She licked dry lips, and his eyes followed the movement. She nodded.
“Good.” He caught her close, one arm banding around her shoulder blades, the other hitching beneath the curve of her ass.
Every hard inch of him was pressed up tight against her. She felt his cock stir against her lower belly, inciting an answering ache between her thighs.
Her arms went around his neck. “Adrian?—”
“Hold that thought,” he murmured. “And hold on to me.”
He leaped over the railing.
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Lindsay screamed as they plummeted. She scrambled to wrap herself around Adrian’s lean frame, her legs flailing. His lips pressed to her temple, and she fell silent, the terror draining out of her, rushing from her body at the point where he kissed her. His wings spread, and they caught air, soaring.
“Aerodynamically,” he said calmly, “I need you not to wiggle.”
Ticked off that he’d given her no warning, she nipped at his neck with her teeth. “You scared the shit out of me!”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid of heights!” Her legs pretzeled around his.
“You’re afraid of falling,” he corrected, nuzzling his lips against her cheek. “I would never let you fall.”
Bullshit. She was falling for him already. Lindsay wondered if he had any idea how annihilating his occasional displays of tenderness were. They knocked her on her ass every time. She might have some defense against the searing intimacy if she thought it was a seduction tactic, but his behavior seemed devoid of ulterior motive. His actions seemed innate…or irresistible. The thought that he couldn’t help but be tender with her scared her more than flying without a plane. Fear and arousal created a potent mixture.
Burying her face deeper into his neck, she clung to his powerful body, feeling every contraction of muscle as he climbed over a rocky hillside. He held her securely, so tightly no air passed between them, with a surety and confidence that soothed her anxiety. Flushed by surging adrenaline, she grew hotter by the moment despite the chill of the morning and her bare arms. Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples puckered into tight, hard tips.
As they banked to the right, her shirt rode up. Her breath caught at the feel of his bare flesh touching hers. His skin was hot, the hard muscles beneath it flexing as he beat his massive wings. Her hair whipped the sides of her face, and her eyes closed. The wind sang with something akin to joy.
The rippling of his washboard abs against her taut stomach was undeniably sensual, the rhythmic clenching perfectly mimicking how he’d feel while fucking her. The hard length of his erection was a demanding pressure, making it impossible to ignore her own growing arousal.
She writhed, rubbing against the thick, rigidness of his cock.
They dropped several feet. She screeched. He muttered something foreign with the vehemence of an expletive.
“Behave,” he admonished, tightening his hold to the point of immobilizing her.
“You’re the one with the hard-on.”
He tugged her chest even closer, crushing her breasts against him. “Your nipples prove I’m not the only one.”
They crested another hill, then swooped downward, landing neatly in a small clearing on the far side. Lindsay didn’t let go right away. Instead, she did what she’d wanted to do earlier: she pressed her nose against his skin and inhaled. His fingers shoved into her hair, his palm cupping her scalp and holding her near.
He breathed roughly. “How you tempt me, tzel.”
“Should I be insulted or turned on when you call me things I don’t understand?” Her tongue fluttered over his throbbing pulse; then she scraped her teeth gently across it.
Adrian groaned. “Do that again, and I won’t be responsible for the gravel you may later find embedded in your back.”
“Ouch.” She stepped back. Glancing around, she realized he hadn’t brought her here for an isolated tryst. The dry brush and rocky ground weren’t at all conducive to taking off their clothes.
“Sentinels and lycans have very keen hearing,” he explained, restoring his immaculate appearance with a single swipe of his hand through his hair. “If I want to speak to you privately, I need to do so away from the house.”
