Page 77 of Now or Never

He stopped breathing. Went perfectly still. After at least five seconds, he drew a breath and deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to his body. He reached gently for her hair, ran his rough hands down her soft back, then up again.

This kiss differed from the last time. When they’d had sex in the hotel room, it was a little faster, a little more rushed. She’d climbed into his lap almost immediately, desperate to scratch the itch that only he seemed to be able to create in her.

But this was something else entirely.

Adam took his time, with soft kisses and gentle touches. It felt as if he was slowly covering her with his love. And she did the same. He pressed forward, nudging her against the wall. Suddenly, his hands were everywhere.

“You feel so good,” he said. “I never want to stop.”

“Same,” Chelsea breathed.

“I was clinically dead for at least a minute when you walked out on that deck.”

Chelsea laughed.

“I saw a light,” he said between kisses.

She loved that he could make her laugh while he was making her insides melt. She reached her hand behind her and pressed the door handle down, backing into the room and pulling Adam with her. In a few steps, the backs of her legs hit the mattress, and she fell back.

Adam came down on top of her, putting one hand down to stop from crushing her; the other was still on the back of her neck, holding her just so. Not too hard, not too soft.

Just exactly so.

God, he was great at this.

He trailed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, over her shoulder, back up her neck. Tingles surged from the top of her head, rushing outwards to the tips of her limbs. His hands spread the yards of soft fabric around her legs, separating where the slit was so he could get to her silky skin. He groaned as he slid his hand up her thigh, and she knew it was because her skin was extra soft from all the waxing and scrubs.

He took his time, moving around her body, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she was, and she lay there in ecstasy, soaking up the sensations. She’d never felt this way before.

She felt adored.

He moved lower, kissing up her legs, higher and higher, his five o’clock shadow between her thighs creating the most divine contrast with the soft chiffon against her skin. When he reached the apex of her thighs and kissed her through her lacy white panties, every nerve ending in her body went haywire.

Her heart was racing as he caressed her through the soaked fabric. She wanted to rip everything off of her body and stop time so this would never end.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Adam slid her dress up to her waist, then tugged on her panties. She lifted her hips off the bed, and he glided them down her legs and discarded them on the floor. When his body heat didn’t return immediately, she sat up, wondering why he left, and found him grinning down at her, holding out his hand. She took it and stood, her eyes locked on his, wondering what he was going to do to her next. He looked cocky, like a man with a plan.

“You look like you could walk on water in this dress,” he said, reaching to her shoulders, gently turning her around. He came closer, moving her hair and kissing her neck as he took the zipper, and slowly, almost painfully so, drew it down tooth by tooth.

“Adam, please.”

She knew she was begging, but she couldn’t stop. No more than she could stop her belly from contracting every time his outdrawn breath danced across her ear.

“Shh . . . I want to give you everything,” he said, his lips slowly drifting across her neck and back and shoulders. The zipper was short, only going from her waist down to her butt, but it was taking a century for him to get it down.

“Faster,” she said, those two syllables almost impossible to get out through the sensations.

Adam ignored this, continued dragging the zipper down. Once it was finally unzipped, he slid his hands up her back to the straps over her shoulders and slowly drew them down until the dress was too loose and floated off her body into a puddle on the floor.

She turned, but he kept his hands on her shoulders, stilling her.

“You said we should take things slowly,” he said, gliding both hands down her back to her hips and finally cupping her butt.

Chelsea groaned. “I meant our situationship. I want to undress you.”

Adam gave a sharp inhale, one final butt squeeze, then twirled her around, taking her face in both his hands and slowly kissing her. He seemed determined to set a glacial pace.

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