His words sever the last of my self-control.
With my heart in my throat, I lean up and press my lips to his.
It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s greedy, an attack of pent-up frustration and a connection deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced. I inhale his groan and give him one of my own.
His hands slip through the curls at my nape and tilt my head to deepen the kiss. Flutters erupt everywhere. Under my skin, in my belly, between my legs.
When his tongue parts my lips and sneaks inside, I press my hands to his chest and curl my fingers in his shirt, desperate to gain some stability as lust and desire rock the world beneath my feet.
Our bodies couldn’t be closer, yet that’s exactly what I want. Suddenly, I drop my hands to the bottom of his shirt and slip them beneath it. I gasp when I feel the hard, hot skin of his abdomen. Curiosity gets the better of me as I start to explore Adam’s body. Coarse hairs tickle my palms when I brush my fingers along the thick ridges running up his stomach.
He rips his mouth from mine when I lightly scratch at the line between his abs. His eyes are dark, blown with desire.
“You’re killing me, Scar,” he rasps.
I nod subconsciously but can’t bring myself to stop touching him. Instead, I drift my hands further up his body, brushing the sharp nipples on his pecs and then back down again.
His hands fall from my hair and incite a sigh from me when they sneak beneath my shirt and begin to creep higher and higher. My heart jolts when his thumbs brush the underside of my bra, rubbing back and forth but never slipping under.
“You were going to tell me something. That’s why we’re here,” he murmurs against my lips.
I shake my head once. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Not when you’re touching me like this.
He breaks the kiss then, leaning back the slightest bit. “It does. It matters. I won’t take advantage of you.”
“You wouldn’t be. I just don’t care anymore. I want you to keep touching me like this.”
His expression morphs into one of pain. “I will. I’ll touch you all fucking night once you tell me.”
My words come out in a frustrated rush. “I don’t just orgasm. Okay? When I do, it . . . I get messy. God, this is embarrassing.”
Adam’s eyes fill with intrigue. “How often does it happen? Every time?”
“Mostly when I’m really turned on,” I answer sheepishly. My skin is on fire. “There’s no real telling it will happen until it does.”
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever been told, Scarlett. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed about that.”
In one swift movement, he has the cups of my bra yanked down, exposing my breasts. My nipples are pinched between his fingers as he gives them a gentle pull.
My back arches, forcing my chest further into his hands. “I can try to hold back. Not every guy likes it,” I gasp.
He hums low in his throat and drops his head to murmur in my ear, “Don’t you dare hold back on me. I want everything you have to give me.”
Lust is thick in my blood, blocking out the pesky nerves I felt at the club. My answer is easy, instant.
“Okay. I won’t.”
He’s on me a second later. His mouth closes around my pulse point at the same time we’re spinning. My back hits the fridge with a force strong enough to rattle the contents.
My shirt is pushed up over my breasts and discarded before my bra is unsnapped and tossed to the ground. I’m so turned on my muscles are weak, and my head lolls to the side as he slides his mouth down my throat, his tongue gliding along my skin, tasting me.
“If I slip my fingers inside these tight leather pants, will I find you as gone for me as I am for you?” he asks gruffly.
Another wave of arousal crashes into me. My fingers curl, and I nod. “Yes.”
“I’ve been wanting to taste you for weeks,” he continues.
My thighs squeeze together as I lean back against the fridge and reach for his neck. When my fingers intertwine behind his head, I force him to meet my pleading stare and whisper, “Then taste me.”
A rumble builds in his chest. “I’m not taking you for the first time in my kitchen.”
Adam doesn’t give me a chance to be disappointed. Not when he grabs me beneath my thighs and starts carrying me in the direction of his bedroom. I wrap my legs around his waist and whimper when the bulge in his jeans brushes my clit.
The room is dark, and we don’t bother flicking on the light, letting it seep in from the hallway instead. I drop my face to his neck and attack the sensitive skin with my own assault of kisses as he leads us to the bed. The smell of his cologne and aftershave makes my head swim. I curl my fingers in his hair and sigh.
He sets me gently on the edge of the bed, and I make quick work of crawling my way up to the top. My legs fall open, and my chest lifts and falls rapidly as I watch himself disappear into the ensuite bathroom.
When he returns, it’s with a thick black towel in his hands.
My breath falters when I meet his stare at the end of the bed. He’s looking at me like he would drop to his knees and worship me if I gave him the chance. Like he wants to devour me.
My mouth falls open when he reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the side before moving to pop open the button of his jeans.
He’s over six feet of pure muscle and confidence as he stands there, his jeans undone and hanging open, his chest bare. The affection in his eyes calls to mine, forcing it out of hiding. Adam deserves to feel the full depth of my feelings for him, even if I’m still trying to figure out what they all mean.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he continues to stand there, the hint of a smile on his lips.
His eyes hold mine. “Looking at you in my bed. The last time you were here, I was out of my head. I couldn’t fully appreciate it.”
I swallow. “I did. I mean, I did appreciate it. Being with you like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. I would appreciate it more if you came over here, though.”
He doesn’t need me to beg. In a beat, he’s left in only a pair of black boxer briefs. I gulp when I focus on the thick, rigid outline of his cock.
“If you keep looking at me like that, this will be over way quicker than either of us want,” he warns me.
Spreading my arms out on the blanket beneath me, I watch him get on the bed and move toward me. Once he’s hovering above me, I arch my back in an attempt to get closer, greedy to feel him against me again.
His fingers brush a few stray curls away from my face as he kisses me. Once, twice, three times, before pulling back and moving down my body.
He drops his head and sweeps his lips across my stomach. His scruff scratches my skin, but it only adds to the pleasure. The towel he brought from the bathroom is swiftly placed below me before a hand moves to cup one of my breasts.
“Adam,” I choke out. My core is pulsing with anticipation. The buildup is threatening to make me spiral out of control. “Please don’t tease me. I—I feel like I’m going to combust.”
He blows a breath against the skin below my belly button before leaning back on his knees and slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Scarlett. Tell me what you like.”
I shake my head furiously. “Anything. I just need you to touch me.”
He yanks on my pants, and I lift my hips to help him free me of them. Once they’re gone, I’m left in only a thin black thong. It’s plain, boring, and not the least bit sexy, but from the way Adam’s staring at them, looking like he wants to tear them to shreds, I start to think that maybe he doesn’t care what they look like.
I inhale sharply when he brings the tip of his finger to the damp spot between my legs and ever so softly brushes a line from bottom to top.
“Shit,” I hiss, fighting to keep my legs from closing and rubbing together to soothe this new ache.
“Your panties are soaked, baby,” he says in awe.
“Good catch, Captain Obvious,” I mutter.
He chuckles lowly before hooking two fingers under the side of the fabric and moving it to the side, finally exposing me. I shiver when the cold air hits my wet skin.
“Christ,” he groans, leaning between my legs and pressing a light kiss to the tuft of red hair I keep trimmed above my pussy. “You’re beautiful here too.”
My eyes roll back when he slides down to his stomach on the mattress and uses two fingers to spread me open for him. He drags his tongue flat up my centre, from bottom to top, before drawing slow, teasing circles around my swollen, aching clit and closing his mouth around it, sucking once.
I whimper, fisting the mattress. Adam makes a pained sound and smooths a hand over my calf before throwing it over his shoulder. He pushes impossibly closer to my pussy and, for lack of a better word, completely ravishes me.
It’s been years since a man touched me like this, and even then, it was never anything like this. This feeling of passion and raw need is completely new to me, but as I fist the sheets on either side of me and clench my leg tighter around Adam’s head, I let myself fall completely into it.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he growls against my wet flesh.
When a finger slips inside of me, I cry out at the intrusion, in both surprise and relief. “Yes,” I gasp.
“You like that?” he asks. When I nod anxiously, another finger joins the first. “What about that? More?”
“More.”
A third finger slides inside, and when Adam curls them to stroke the soft spot inside of me, I turn my head to the side and bite down on my lip. My thighs quiver, tightening to the point of pain.
“That’s it, baby. Just relax and focus on how good it feels.”
He laps at me like a starving man, alternating between flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth until I’m begging for the climax I can feel building and building inside of me.
“Back up,” I beg him when a twirling sensation sparks between my legs. My fingers curl around the bedding tight enough the tips throb.
When he only speeds up his movements and focuses on the beckoning motion of his fingers against my G-spot, I try to move back and away. He looks at me through his eyelashes and shakes his head once before placing his free hand flat on my stomach and holding me in place.
It’s only when a high-pitched moan escapes me that he delivers one final lash to my clit and pulls his face from my pussy. As my climax slams into me, my vision darkens, and I reach for him, digging my nails into his arm.
“Fuck yes. You’re doing so good. Let me have it,” Adam groans, continuing to stroke my walls even as liquid soaks into the towel beneath us and possibly even wetting him.
My eyes are squeezed shut as my orgasm slowly dies.
“You’re amazing, Scarlett,” Adam rumbles, placing soft kisses all over my thighs and hips.
The words are enough to have me opening my eyes. I find him looking up at me with a bold hunger. There’s a wet spot on his boxers, but I don’t think that’s from me.
“We’re not done, are we?” I ask on a breath. The thought alone has my gut sinking. I’m far from ready to be done.
“No, Scar. Not until I wring another orgasm from you and feel the way you quiver and scream for me when my cock is inside you.”
