Free Love In Alabama (The Love In Series Book 1) by Shelby Gates

It was almost morning but the southern sky was still mostly dark, the navy clouds barely tinged with pink. At some point, Adam and I had slipped under the covers and fallen asleep. I didn't remember  when but I could vividly recall his arm draped across me throughout the night, his breathing soft and even next to my ear.
    I shifted slightly, my leg rubbing against his. I loved the feel of his muscled calves, the wiry hairs covering them tickling my own smooth skin. I pushed my lower half into him, feeling his half-arousal. I felt a twinge deep inside of me. I wanted to feel him again, moving inside of me, driving into me.
    I smiled. I liked what I'd done with him the night before. And I liked Adam.
    I pushed into him again and he stirred. I shifted so I could look at him.
    “Hey,” I whispered.
    He offered me a sleepy smile. “Hey.”
    I stared at him for a minute, drinking in his half-lidded green-gold eyes and the morning stubble that dotted his chin. I wanted to say something clever, something sexy, but post casual sex conversation wasn't something I was good at. In fact, it was something I'd never done.
    Adam yawned. “What time is it?”
    I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Seven,” I said. “A little after.”
    His eyes widened. “Shit. Really?”
    “Is that a problem?”
    He sat up, rubbing his eyes. “I have to be to work at eight.”
    “Oh.”
    He smiled apologetically at me. “Back to reality.”
    I tried to smile back.
    Reality.
    I wasn't sure what that was anymore.
    “Give me a second,” he said. He lifted the sheet off and, naked, strode from the bed to the bathroom. He closed the door and, a few seconds later, the toilet flushed and the sink turned on.
    He was back in bed a minute later, nestled up against me, his dick pressing into me. “You a fan of morning sex?” he whispered against my ear.
    I didn't want to admit that I'd never had morning sex. “Maybe.”
    “Why don't we find out?” he suggested. His hand closed over my breast and an involuntary sigh escaped from my mouth. He knew exactly how to touch me, exactly what words to say.
    He leaned down and kissed my neck and I moved my head backwards, giving him access to my entire throat. His lips moved softly across my skin and his hand slid down my side. I could already feel my body responding to him, to his voice, to his warmth. I moved my hips just enough so that they were square to his. I kissed his chest and I could feel his arousal swell against my leg, quick and hard.
    I rolled back the other way, yanked the nightstand dresser open and pulled out a condom, one of mine this time. I tore it open and turned back to him. He moaned softly as I wrapped it on him, thrusting into my hand. I loved how thick and hard he felt in my hands and remembered with aching clarity how he'd felt just hours before.
    He moved me onto my back and didn't waste any time as he slid inside of me. He pinned my hands on either side of my head and I clung to him, wrapping my legs around him. He increased his tempo, a frenzied dance of skin on skin and I rocked with him, matching his movements, feeling the heat build inside of me. I gripped his hips and he gasped and shuddered inside of me just as I climaxed, a hard moan on my lips.
    He rested his weight on top of me and I hugged him to me, waiting for my heart rate to return to something normal. I wondered if he could feel my heart beating a hundred miles an hour. I let my fingers trail over his back, loving how his skin felt against my fingertips.
    He lifted his head and looked at me, a sleepy smile on his face. “I wish I could stay.”
    “Me, too.”
    He yawned. He shifted off of me and sighed. “I could use a few more hours of sleep.”
    I could use something else , I thought. More time in bed with you. Not sleeping.
    Adam ran his hand through his hair. “Mind if I hop in the shower real quick?”
    I shook my head.
    He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom again. The shower turned on and I