Awakening by A.C. Warneke Page B

lift that would bring them closer to the top. Celeste was too stunned to speak as everyone showed Adam the utmost reverence and respect as they passed. She wasn't sure if it was even possible to schedule a private tour of the iconic tower. Maybe there were special arrangements that could be made if one wasn't human.
    Her heart pounded in her chest as they came ever closer to the top, as they stepped out of the open-air elevator onto the metal floor. Holding her hand, he led her to the edge where they were able to see the lights of the city sparkling brightly. In a hushed voice, she whispered, “It’s amazing.”
    “Most amazing,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear and she knew that he was not talking about the view. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight. “Have you ever made love on the Eiffel Tower before?”
    She smiled, “No , of course not.”
    “Would you like to?” he asked, nibbling at her ear lobe, licking the ridge of her ear and sending chills down her spine.
    “More than anything,” she whispered, leaning her head back as his mouth roamed over her throat and his hands began unbuttoning her blouse. It didn’t matter where they were, that one of the guards might witness their indulgence; she hadn’t had sex with him all day and she was leaving in less than twelve hours. She just wanted all of the memories he offered, knowing that tomorrow, everything was going to return to normal and she was going to become boring Celeste once more. His tongue was doing miraculous things to her body and she wasn’t going to think beyond this moment.
    Letting the blouse fall open, he unclasped the front of her bra, brushing the backs of his knuckles over her sensitive nipples . He gently pulled the silky top and lacy bra from her body. As the cool wind swept across her heated skin, her nipples tightened even more as the butterflies fluttered madly in her gut. She moaned as he ran his thumbs over the swollen buds, as his hands drifted lower abandoning her breasts.
    With one hand on her stomach, he brought his other hand around to the back to unfasten the black skirt, letting it fall to the ground. Smiling against her skin, he untied the sides of the silky underwear, letting the fragile silk drift down to join her discarded skirt. She stood before him in glorious nudity and smiled, “I feel so decadent.”
    Pressing his hands against her stomach, he whispered against her ear, “Let me worship you.”
    “You already have,” she murmured, feeling very much like a goddess as the gentle breeze fanned over her burning skin. The incredible view from the top of the tower was abandoned as her eyes closed and elevated carnal awareness of Adam rushed through her.
    Smiling, he turned her around so they stood chest to chest, her soft breasts crushed against his sculpted abs as he held her at her waist. Where did his clothes go? It hardly mattered when her body felt so hot and languid and he smelled so delicious.
    With black eyes that were smoldering, he raked his gaze over her, and she felt it in her soul. Bending, he began kissing her neck, licking the rapid pulse, the hollow of her throat. Slowly, sensuously, he ran his tongue, his teeth, over her body, capturing a nipple in his hot mouth and suckling it until she whimpered, her fingers twisting in his hair. He ran his tongue along the undersides of her lush breasts, tracing the center of her body down to her belly button. Looking up at her, he breathed, “Let me pleasure you.”
    Celeste’s head fell back and if not for Adam’s hands at her waist, she would have tumbled right over the edge and crashed to the ground so far below. Her body was too hot and her hormones were zinging through the air, bouncing off the metal and hitting her as they returned, driving her wild with lust and desire as his tongue circled her belly button, dipping in and out in an imitation of sex. Then he was on his knees before her, his tongue pushing