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

befuddled brain seized when my breasts hit the air. It might have been a warm spring afternoon, but a Canadian day in May is hardly balmy and the state of my nipples spoke to the briskness of the ocean breeze. Adam growled lowly, running one calloused thumb over my sensitive flesh. I groaned.
     
    "Now what?" Adam teased, stopping his gentle caress.
     
    "Don't stop!" I whined, missing the warmth of his fingers against me.
     
    Adam's large hand closed over my right breast and I gasped at the warmth of his touch. He paused expectantly and grinned down into my face. "Kiss them," I ordered softly, pleased to see the lusty sparkle in Adam's eyes. He bent his dark head and obliged me. Every pass of his tongue over my sensitive nipple sent a shiver straight through me; I moaned loudly, my cries drowned out by the crash of the sea.
     
    "We have to lie down," I gasped as Adam switched his attention to my other breast.
     
    Adam nodded. "Be right back," he promised softly, and he scrambled up the bluff back to where we'd left the bike. He returned moments later with our coats and spread them at the base of the bluff where we were more sheltered and the waves couldn't reach us. He held out his hand and wordlessly I allowed him to lay me down. Adam stripped off his t-shirt to reveal the broad expanse of his chest. In the sunlight his tattoos looked darker than they had the night before; fiercer, but no less sexy. I eyed him greedily as he lay out beside me.
     
    "Cold?" he asked with concern. I shook my head, it was warmer in the shelter of the bluff and Adam's bare chest was scalding hot against me. The sunlight was warm and the heat radiating off the red sand rose up through the coats I laid on; all-in-all I'd never been more content.
     
    Adam watched me silently and it took my lust-hazed brain a minute to realize I was supposed to be directing the show. With a small smile I reached up and pulled Adam down to me, wrapping one small hand around his tattooed neck. I kissed him feverishly, and he moaned enthusiastically and let me set the pace. It was new for me to be the aggressor but, I had to admit, very sexy to be the one to find the heat of his erection beneath his jeans, to trace out a trail down his abdomen to his fly and start releasing buttons.
     
    "Take them off," I whispered, watching Adam through heavily lidded eyes. He smiled crookedly and complied without argument. Underneath his jeans were a pair of black boxer-briefs which clung to his thighs wonderfully and did nothing to hide the long length of his arousal.
     
    I touched him through the fabric, laughing as he twitched beneath my fingers. His sharp intake of breath was all the invitation I needed. "Off," I said hoarsely; Adam obeyed.
     
    He stretched out naked beside me with no regard for the cool air blowing in off the sea. I watched hungrily as he lay supine before me; I was completely in awe of every inch of him and a little uncertain of what to do with it all.
     
    "Can I touch you?" Adam asked huskily, ignoring my giggle as I nodded. His hand found my breast immediately and I moaned appreciatively. It didn't take long for me to wiggle out of my own jeans so that we were both naked, lying side by side in the shadow of the bluff.
     
    Adam's concentration on my nipples was quite lovely, but the fiery heat further down was clamoring for attention too. "Lower," I sighed. Adam propped himself up on an elbow to watch as his fingers trailed down the length of my torso.
     
    He stopped at my belly button and circled it teasingly. "Here?" he asked with a chuckle.
     
    I shook my head, trying not to betray just how ticklish I was. "Lower."
     
    His caress was feather-light and if I hadn't been watching his progress I might not have felt his touch at all. Adam skimmed right past my auburn curls and continued down my thigh, ignoring my cry of protest. "Not that low!" I laughed as he stopped just above my knee.
     
    "You didn't specify," Adam laughed. "I'm just following