I Am Yours (Heartbeat #3) by Faith Sullivan Read Free Book Online

cautiously approach the bed. The shade is drawn, and it’s hard to make out if he’s in the throes of a nightmare…or pleasuring himself. My cheeks redden. I shouldn’t have walked in on him like this. I didn’t even knock. But my legs take on a mind of their own, propelling me to the foot of the bed as my curiosity gets the better of me.
    Adam’s eyelids flutter as he tosses and turns, and I breathe a sigh of relief—not over his distress, but that he’s asleep. He’s not wearing a shirt, and I observe the muscles in his chest contract and expand as the sheet drops lower and lower. He yanks it farther with his arm, revealing everything down to his hip. It’s pretty clear at this point that he’s completely naked underneath.
    Enthralled, I sit on the corner of the bed, watching him thrash around. I’m unbelievably turned on by his performance. I know I shouldn’t be, but I’ve never seen anything like it. His chest is glistening with sweat and his hair is messy and wild. He’s like the definition of lust personified. And things only intensify when he starts calling my name.
    At first, it seems too good to be true. Is he really having a sex dream about me? I feel a twinge coupled with the urge to see all of him. I’m not usually like this. Most of the time, I don’t even have the confidence to look at a guy, and here I am, unwrapping one like he’s a Christmas present. Before I lose my nerve, I grip the base of the sheet and start tugging.
    Little by little, more of his body comes into view. His pelvic bone. The curve of his butt. The back of his knee. His pinky toe. He’s on his side, so I can’t see everything. I’m desperate for him to wake up and terrified that he will. He goes still for a moment, and his lips part. Gathering my courage, I climb farther onto the bed, close enough to grasp his shoulder. Turning him over, I revel in what I discover. He’s ready for me—more than ready.
    But I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been with a guy before. Should I make the first move? What if he gets angry that I’m in here with him? But he didn’t seem angry last night. In fact, he appeared quite reluctant to leave my room. I can’t take my eyes off his arousal. Despite all my efforts, he’s still fast asleep. What more can I possibly do?
    Maybe if I’m as naked as he is, it won’t be so awkward when he wakes up. Raising my arms, I pull my shirt from my body, mimicking his actions from last night. All that remains are my panties, which for some reason I’m hesitant to remove. If I do, it’ll be like crossing a line that can’t be undone.
    I’ve known this guy for less than twenty-four hours and I’m willing to lose my virginity to him just because I’ve seen him in my dreams? How crazy is that? I should know better. And here I am ready to straddle a naked guy in his bed in the hope of taking advantage of him? I must be out of my freaking mind.
    But before I can slide off the bed, his palm cups my waist, drawing me into him. I can’t resist gently lowering myself on top of his body, accepting his invitation. His erection is pressed against my stomach and my forehead barely grazes his chin. The pressure of his arm tightens, pinning me down. His breathing increases when he feels my flesh on his. Scissoring his legs through mine, he rolls on top of me, grinding his hips against me. Splayed out beneath him, I begin to suffocate as the full weight of him comes to rest upon my petite frame. This is not how I imagined things unfolding. He has to wake up. I can’t breathe.
    I struggle, trying to buck him off, but he’s too strong. It’s only when he moves his hips that the pressure is alleviated somewhat, as he uses his biceps to hover over me. Maybe if I match his movements I can wedge myself out of his hold. As I rock my core against his, his rhythm starts to increase. There’s only a thin strip of satin material preventing our joining together and I’m grateful that I kept my underwear on. I