Just His Type (Part One) by Victoria June Read Free Book Online

he'd been doing it for years.
     
    The beach below was sheltered and private; Adam whistled lowly.
     
    "What is this place?"
     
    "This is my beach," I smiled widely.
     
    "Yours?" Adam looked confused. "You own it?"
     
    I shook my head, laughing. "No, but I've been coming here since I was kid." I pointed along the shore to a small, yellow house which was perched jauntily on the bluff about three kilometers away. "That's where I grew up."
     
    Adam's emerald eyes widened and he took a few steps further out past the dune we'd scrambled down. "You lived there?" His voice betrayed him as the city kid he was. "That's amazing."
     
    "Yeah," I admitted with a laugh. "It was pretty cool."
     
    "I'm jealous," Adam sighed. "I grew up in the suburbs." He picked his way down to the water's edge and looked out over the crashing surf. I hung back and watched him take in the view. It was so familiar to me that I felt like I knew every rock, every seagull, every grain of sand, but I tried to see it through a stranger's eyes. Smiling, I stole up behind Adam and wrapped my arms around his chest, just like I had on the bike.
     
    "Pretty amazing, huh?" I whispered into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Adam nodded but said nothing.
     
    The next time he spoke his deep voice hitched in his throat. "Why'd you bring me here, Lilly? Why this beach?"
     
    "You drove," I teased, afraid to answer the question truthfully. "Why'd you bring me out on your bike?"
     
    Adam turned so his back was to the ocean. He looked down at me and smiled his slow, sexy smile. "I don't know. I guess it felt important to me. I wanted you to experience it. I thought you'd know me a little better once you had."
     
    I watched the earnestness settle on his handsome face. "Exactly," I said softly.
     
    If he hadn't bent down to kiss me right then I would have risen to find his mouth. As it was we met each other half-way and the world tilted precariously as a result; and whether it was the thrill of the motorcycle ride, or the crash of the waves coupled the fresh sea air, or whether it was just the amazing man kissing me, but at that moment I wanted Adam more than I'd ever wanted anyone.
     
    I could feel the solid length of his erection pressing against me, so when I reached down to unzip his jeans it surprised me when Adam jumped back in shock.
     
    "W-what are you doing?" he stammered, laughing.
     
    I arched an eyebrow and tried his fly again. "The thing which progresses naturally after a man kisses a woman the way you just kissed me."
     
    "What? Right now? Right here?" Adam asked incredulously.
     
    "Yes," I giggled. "Right now. Right here." I ran my fingers lightly over his jean-clad erection. "Unless you don't want to?"
     
    "I- I never said that ," Adam moaned. "It's just… what if someone sees us?"
     
    I looked up at him and bit back the urge to laugh; instead I spread my arms wide. "Who's going to see us Adam? There's no one here! There's no one for miles and miles."
     
    "Won't we get sand in uncomfortable places?" Adam asked.
     
    "Oh probably," I giggled. "It gives us an excuse to shower together later."
     
    Adam's emerald green eyes lit up and reached for the strap of my tank top, sliding it and my bra strap down from my shoulder. He planted a small kiss where the fabric had been. I watched the procedure silently, my breathing ragged.
     
    He traced an invisible path across my shoulder, making his way up my neck.
     
    "Think I should get a tattoo there?" I gasped, amazed by the lightness of his touch.
     
    Adam shook his dark head. "Your skin's perfect just the way it is. We wouldn't want to clutter it up."
     
    "It's not perfect," I interjected, "it's covered in freckles!"
     
    Adam leaned forward and kissed a trail across the speckled skin.
     
    "They're adorable.” I wrinkled my nose in disagreement but said nothing.
     
    "Okay," Adam chuckled warmly, sliding my other tank top strap down. "This is your idea though, so you're in control."
     
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