Just His Type (Part One) Read Online Free Page B

trailed off uncertainly; under Adam's scrutiny I felt a little foolish. "I'm not exactly the tall, blonde stunning type."
     
    Adam snorted rudely; the sound made me smile sheepishly. "Look Lilly, I don't want to hear another word about it. The second I saw you at Mac's I wanted you. So what if you don't look like that Rhiannon friend of yours? Some guys really don't mind that, present company included. In fact, I'm glad you don't look like her; I told you I have an unholy weakness for redheads. And I was right about your breasts…"
     
    I laughed as his voice wavered and he palmed my breasts and proved his point; the heat of his hands was amazing. "So now what?" I asked breathlessly.
     
    "Now I take off those cute little panties of yours," Adam growled lowly, the look on his face mischievously sexy. He picked me up with a lightening quick swoop and dropped me unceremoniously on the bed, ignoring my gasp of surprise at finding my feet off the ground. My panties were off faster than they'd ever been, and I had to throw back my head and laugh at the craziness of it all. Adam shucked off his jeans with a dramatic flourish and I tried not to stare at the promising bulge in his bright red boxer shorts.
     
    "You're gorgeous," he purred as he crawled up the length of the bed to position himself between my thighs. "I want to see every inch of you."
     
    I was nervous, more nervous than I could ever remember being with a guy, but Adam's touch was gentle as he spread my legs and he held my gaze for a moment before he
     
    lowered his dark head to my auburn curls.
     
    "Adam," I squealed with shock as his tongue met my wetness; it had been so long I'd almost forgotten how good it felt. "Oh my God!"
     
    "Want me to stop?" Adam asked concernedly from his snug position between my legs.
     
    "I didn't say that," I gasped, half-scared to continue, half-scared to stop.
     
    Adam chuckled and the warmth of his breath against my dampness sent a shiver straight through me. "Whatever you want Lilly; that's what I'll give you."
     
    I let the offer settle into my much fevered brain. I wanted him: that much was obvious. And what I wanted was pretty obvious too; if he didn't put his mouth on my again I was going to scream and when I told him so the look on his face was priceless.
     
    His growl of pleasure was a deep rumble in his chest, and I couldn't keep air in my lungs when he complied; I moaned loudly and propped myself on my elbows to watch as Adam took his obvious enjoyment from me.
     
    Enthusiastic and skilled; and I didn't want him to ever stop. The frantic lash of his tongue against me pulled me ever closer to the edge, and Adam knew every trick to get me there quickly.
     
    My orgasm was a wondrous rush of sensation and noise; it took me a little more than a moment for reality to sink back in.
     
    "Uh? Adam?"
     
    His dark head popped up from between my legs, I giggled at the wicked grin on his face.
     
    "Yes?"
     
    "Do you think you could take those boxers off now?" My voice wobbled.
     
    Adam's smile was electric and he obliged me with swiftness while I sat back, open mouthed.
     
    Bingo . I grinned like an idiot.
     
    "What?" Adam looked worried and this time it was me smiling at his groundless insecurities.
     
    "Nothing," I smiled coyly. I reached from him, wrapping my fingers eagerly around his scalding length; we moaned in unison.
     
    "It's not nothing ," Adam ground out petulantly through clenched teeth as I acquainted myself with him.
     
    "No, it's not," I giggled, testing his girth with my small hands. "It's lovely."
     
    Adam snorted. "Lovely? Don't think I've ever heard it called that before."
     
    "Can I be honest?" I asked, enjoying every twitch and moan Adam made as I stroked him; he nodded wordlessly. "I was a little worried it would be pierced or tattooed."
     
    Adam's chuckle was coupled with a groan. "Sorry, haven't gone that crazy yet. Do you not like the tattoos?"
     
    "I wasn't sure at first," I confessed. I