Chapter Ten
Standing in the dark, heart racing, Adam forced himself to count to ten. One last chance to change her mind. But then he felt her tentative hands, reaching out blindly to him. Thank Christ.
He pulled her to him, rested her hands against his chest. The room was quiet except for the ragged sounds of their breathing. He lowered his face to her neck, breathed in her scent. She smelled like lilacs and vanilla.
“Once I kiss you,” he said, licking the side of her throat. “I won’t be able to stop. So when you think back to this day, remember that I tried to be noble.”
She slid her hands up his chest and around his shoulders, laced her fingers behind his neck. Standing on her tiptoes in her robe, she responded with one of her rumble-purr laughs. “We’re about to be naked together and what you want me to remember is that you tried to be noble?”
She never stopped busting his balls. It made him even harder, and he wouldn’t have thought such a thing was possible. But when she put it that way... “Actually, no,” he admitted. “Maybe this instead?”
He finally, finally, kissed her.
It started as a mere brushing of lips, but they’d both been waiting too long and imagining too much for it to stay that way. With a tiny, eager gasp, Jess opened her mouth to him and he went wild. He kissed her again and again—hard and demanding kisses that molded her lips to his. Desperate to taste, he tangled his tongue with hers until she was panting, her fingernails digging into his neck.
He was burning up. He broke away from her, absolutely loving her whimper of protest, just long enough to whip his sweatshirt and t-shirt off. Then he found her mouth again, kissed her even harder and deeper than before. He felt her hands exploring his bare torso, groaned against her open mouth.
This time it was Jess who broke the kiss. “It’s too dark in here,” she whispered, running her hands over the muscles of his chest. “I want to see you.”
“Next time.” He was much too far gone to be stumbling around looking for light switches. He was desperate to see her too, but he was going to learn her by touch—and taste—first. He brought her face back to his for another long, wet kiss. Her skin was on fire and she trembled under his hands. Time to get rid of that damn robe. With one quick tug he released the tie, and then he used both hands to push it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor.
He didn’t know what to touch first. His hands were shaking like a teenager’s, for God’s sake. She reached for him, put her arms around his neck, and pressed her bare breasts to his chest. Fuck. They needed to get to the bed before he just gave up and dragged her down to the floor. He rubbed his hands down the warm, smooth muscles of her back, bit her bottom lip as he gripped her ass with both hands.
“Hold on to me,” he commanded. Then he lifted her up until her hips were above his. She giggled, a sound of pure surprise and delight. She straddled him in mid-air, wrapping her legs around his waist. He could feel her wetness against his stomach, her long hair tenting around him. He raised his face and her mouth found his again. She thrust her tongue between his lips and he shuddered.
Hoping his sense of direction was sound, he walked five steps forward, grateful when his knees finally hit the edge of the bed. Carefully, he bent forward and she clung to him until her back hit the mattress.
The bed was closer to the bathroom. The light was on in there, and even though the door was closed, the crack at the bottom cast a tiny sliver of light into the room. Enough so that he could see her a little now. Dark hair fanned out against the white comforter, long legs bent at the knees with her heels on the edge of the bed, small but perfectly round breasts.
Best of all, she watched him with those huge, black-fringed chocolate eyes. He couldn’t wait to see what her eyes looked like when she came. He got rid of his jeans in two seconds flat, only pausing to grab a condom from his wallet.
She could see him now too, he realized, as her gaze swept over his abdomen, lingered on his arousal, and back up to his face. “Wow.” She exhaled. “Just...wow.”
His dick twitched, no doubt pleased at her blatant admiration. Ignoring it, Adam knelt on the carpet. He ran his hands over her gorgeous thighs, stroking the soft inner skin with both thumbs. “I’ve been meaning to tell you...you have the absolute best legs I’ve ever seen. I’ve been wanting to do this since the first night we met.” He pressed his lips to her left calf muscle, then her right. Moved his face up her leg to lick behind both knees.
She arched her back into the mattress, and every muscle in both legs tensed. Yes. He kissed up her leg until his tongue was stroking her inner thighs. She raised herself on her elbows and stared at him, her breasts bouncing from deep, shaky breaths. “That’s right, baby,” he said. “Watch me taste you.” And then he nuzzled his face between her thighs and licked her core, swiveling his tongue until she cried out.
So, so good. She tasted warm and creamy and like vanilla and he would have spent all damn day down there if she hadn’t said, “Get up here. Now.”
He kept licking and swirling, intending to give her a hell of an orgasm first, but she pulled his hair and moaned, “I’m going to come so hard, Adam, and I want to do it with you inside me.”
And...a man only had much self-control. He’d been wanting inside her since the first moment he saw her. He climbed up her body, stopping to suck on each rosy nipple, because he just couldn’t help himself. “Please, please, now,” she begged.
He reached between their bodies to position himself, rubbing his thumb over her clit while it was down there. “You’re making me crazy,” she gasped.
Adam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Serves you right. You’ve driven me crazy for the last month.”
He thrust inside her then and the laughter died in his throat. Holy fucking hell. So tight, so wet, so, so... “Jess,” he groaned. “God, Jess.” He’d never felt anything like her before. He eased in deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. He went stock-still, deep within her, practically going into shock. He’d never realized a woman could feel so...absolutely...
“Perfect,” she whispered, meeting his eyes, which he knew were wide with astonishment. She blinked and began to move her hips. “God, you feel...perfect.”
He withdrew, almost all the way out. He had to have imagined it, right? Nothing could feel as good as that first plunge did. But then he thrust in again—and almost passed out from the sheer burst of sensation. It was even better.
“Harder, please, harder,” she said, spreading herself open to him and wrapping her legs around his hips. He felt her heels on his ass.
He plunged again and again, his vision beginning to blur at the edges. In fact, the entire world just vanished at the edges. Aside from the dark-haired, dark-eyed woman writhing beneath him, nothing else existed. Maybe he’d never existed either, before her. That’s what it felt like in this moment—that nothing prior to her mattered and nothing else but her would ever matter again.
Adam felt her inner muscles start to clench, making her even tighter around him. “I’m coming,” she moaned. “Oh. Adam. Adam.”
Yes. He let go of any final restraint, pounding into her over and over until he gave an actual fucking roar of pleasure and emptied himself into her.
* * *
She must have dozed for a few minutes, because when she came back to herself, Adam was walking back to the bed from the bathroom. He’d left the door fully open, so the bedroom was much brighter.
She closed her eyes, not quite ready to face him after...whatever the hell just happened.
The sex was phenomenal. Incendiary. It had blown away her expectations, which had been pretty high to begin with. She’d known it would be good, but she hadn’t known there would be such intensity to it. The way he stared at her while he pulsed within...the way she’d needed to scream his name...well, it was just so far past any of her previous experiences that she felt a little uneasy.
Well, clarification. Her mind felt uneasy. Her body wanted to dance on top of the bed and then fling itself on Adam for another round. The things she wanted to do with him... Great, now she was blushing.
The mattress dipped as Adam lay next to her. She wondered if he felt as undone as she did, if he would find some excuse to leave. To her surprise, she felt his fingers stroke her face. Lightly, they traced her lips and cheeks.
She opened her eyes and he brushed the back sides of his fingers over the edges of her eyelashes. “I’m a little obsessed with these,” he said matter-of-factly.
That was unexpected. It made her giggle. “My eyelashes? You’re a strange man.”
He grinned down at her, and the crinkles at the corner of those vivid blue eyes took her breath away. “Yes, but a strange man who just made you come. Screaming, I might add.”
“Maybe that’s what happens after a month of verbal foreplay?” she wondered.
He cocked his head to one side, considering. “Could be. Or maybe it’s just crazy chemistry.”
He jumped out of the bed, headed to the bathroom. She heard the click of a door, and Jess’s spirits took another downward turn. Was he just going to hop in the shower and then go? She couldn’t be disappointed now, she told herself. He’d given her the ride of her life. He was under no obligation to stay.
But before she could blink, he was back in the bed. Naked and warm and pulling her against him. She blinked in confusion, looked behind him to the hallway. “What were you doing?”
“Putting the Do Not Disturb on the door, obviously,” he teased, lowering his head to kiss her throat. “Your limo is coming to take you to the airport at nine,” he breathed, licking along the column of her neck. “It’s noon right now.” He nibbled on her earlobe, and Jess felt a rush of fresh moisture between her legs. “I think we should spend the rest of the day devoting ourselves to the mystery of exactly why the sex between us is so fucking fantastic.”
With one last tug, he propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her. “What do you think?”
She wasn’t quite sure what she thought, but she knew how she felt. Hot and giddy and so turned on she might come from his words alone.
Taking him off-guard, she used her arms, hips, and legs to flip him on his back and climb on top. His pupils dilated so fast that his bright blue eyes turned dark in an instant.
She reached behind her bottom and gripped him. He was unbelievably hard, considering their last bout ended just a few minutes ago. She rubbed herself against him, moaning, and he stared at her like she had the answers to all the questions in the universe.
Frankly, at the moment, she felt like she did.
“That may be,” she said, rocking her body over his, “the best idea I’ve ever heard.”