Page 78 of Now or Never

She gave in, kissing him slowly while working to undo the buttons on his shirt, unbuckle his belt, unbutton his trousers. His pants hit the floor hard under the weight of the belt. Running her hands up his firm stomach and over his chest to his shoulders, she took his shirt down his arms, drifting her nails gently in its wake. She pressed her body into his, his body heat warming her tingling skin.

Suddenly, she was airborne.

Adam lifted her up, bringing his hands under her butt, and slowly kissed her, taking his time before bringing them both to the bed. She rolled on top of him, causing him to protest, but she shook her head.

“I haven’t finished yet,” she said, reaching for his black briefs that were straining. She lifted them, taking them off, watching him spring free. He studied her carefully as she discarded them, then came back and pressed a wet kiss to the head of his cock, along with a gentle suck.

A bead of moisture formed immediately, and he dropped his head back onto the bed. “Chelsea, don’t. I’ll come immediately.”

Her heart raced. She wanted to take him in her mouth, watch him fall apart. But she also wanted this to last, and she wanted to feel him on top of her again, shoulders bunching, hair falling onto her forehead. God, she wanted it. Now.

She hopped up and grabbed a condom from the stash she’d packed for the hotel. Then ripped it open as she came back to thebed. She hadn’t expected she would have sex again, but she was thankful she hadn’t thrown them out.

She rolled the condom on, feeling him stiffen further. He sat up as soon as she’d finished, moving unexpectedly fast. He flipped her over so her face was pressed into the soft down duvet, then he grabbed her hips and pulled them until she was kneeling.

She felt exposed, indecent, and more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.

“Oh fuck,” he growled out, and she almost came.

He knelt behind her, pressing against her. She swirled her hips to get some friction.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he said. “I’ve imagined this every fucking day since we met. This is so much better.”

Chelsea was barely registering what he was saying. She was desperate to feel him inside her. She pressed back toward him, and he gave her ass a smack. Not too hard, not too soft.

Just.

Exactly.

Right.

Her whole body relaxed into the pleasure. She put her butt higher in the air, giving herself over to him, knowing he was more than capable of taking care of her needs.

“Fuck yes,” he said in a low voice.

She let her eyes flutter closed and became hyperfocused on every touch, every sensation.

He pressed into her, slowly, as if time no longer existed, and slid his hands under her body, cupping her breasts. She was so highly tuned that when he slowly drew all the way out and softly reentered her, she came so hard she could hardly breathe. He held her still, hands gripping her hips, groaning as if the feeling of her convulsing around him was too much. She knew he was fighting off his own orgasm. He stayed still for a moment,waiting for hers to wane. As soon as her body relaxed again, he drew in and out slowly, bringing her right back to the brink of another orgasm.

“Oh God,” she breathed, feeling it build again. “Please, Adam.”

He slid his hand around her hip, reaching for her and making gentle, slow circles while kissing her neck.

And she came again.

This time slower, with a long build that seemed to roll on forever. He sped his pace fractionally, in and out softly, repeatedly, until he finally gave in to his own orgasm.

They stayed together, connected for a long moment, before he gently pulled himself free of her and rolled down beside her. He tucked her into his big spoon, and suddenly, her back was fully engulfed in his warm body. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing steadied, and she fell into a deeply relaxed state. The last thing she heard was Adam’s soft voice telling her he loved her, before she slipped into a peaceful sleep.

twenty-two

Adam was in the limo bus with Chelsea, waiting for the rest of their party to join them before heading back to Mapleton.

They’d opted out of breakfast that morning, choosing instead to stay cuddled up in bed. Actually, Adam had tried to drag Chelsea out of bed to meet everyone for breakfast, but she had stayed put, saying she wanted more alone time and pulling him under the covers with her.

How was he supposed to say no to that?

He’d swiped a couple of blueberry muffins and two cups of coffee from the kitchen on their way to the bus, and they had just finished them when the first passengers arrived. Gayle and Mark.

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