Page 45 of Bookworm
“Only if you want it to be.” A pause. “Do you want it to be?”
I was dripping wet. My nipples were so hard from the cold rain that my sopping clothes showed everything. If I knew what was good for me, I’d give Adam a kiss goodnight, then go draw myself a steaming hot bath.
That was what mature, respectable girls did, right?
Unfortunately, I was neither mature nor respectable.
Maybe it was the margaritas talking, but I wasn’t ready for our night to end.
“I don’t want to say goodnight yet,” I admitted.
Without responding, Adam bent, latching his mouth to my neck and licking a path up to my ear.
My fingers dove into his hair and I wasn’t sure if I was pulling him closer or pushing him away. The sensations were just so intense.
Then, his hot breath skimmed my ear as he whispered, “Then you better let us inside fast. Or the neighbors are going to get quite a show.”
Fumbling with my keys, I unlocked the door. Adam and I fell inside, a tangle of limbs and lips and teeth.
With clumsy fingers, I unzipped my dress and it fell with a whoosh to the floor. I hadn’t worn a bra tonight and my lacy panties were the only thing left covering me as I stepped back.
Adam’s gaze swept down my body and a chill rocked down my spine with it. He tugged his shirt off, tossing it aside, then slowly stalked toward me, scooping a single hand into my messy blond waves.
Whereas outside my door, we were frantic and chaotic, now there’s merely a steady pulse of desire. A quiet strum, thick and rhythmic between us. Every ounce of liquid in my body pooled between my legs at the sight of Adam shirtless.
Holy shit.
Adam wasjacked. How in the hell did he hide all those muscles beneath Ralph Lauren polo shirts and tweed jackets? Bronzed skin stretched over lines of chiseled muscle. A tight bulge of bicep and shoulders. Mountainous pecks. Abs that I could strum like the strings of a guitar. A v-shaped shadow and trim line of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.
After another step closer to me, all those hard muscles are pressed against the softest parts of me.
His groan was so quiet, I could barely hear it as he hooked his thumbs into the delicate lace of my panties. With a flick of his wrist, they slipped down my thighs and I kicked them away from my ankles.
He muttered a few expletives as his thumbs found my nipples, sliding back and forth over them as they pearl beneath his touch.
“Harper,” he groaned, palming my breasts. “I’ve dreamt of this every day for seven years.”
I could have said the exact same thing. Every date I’ve been on, every kiss I’ve had, nothing ever compared to Adam.
Hell, I’d only ever been with one other man after him… and it had been awful.
But I didn’t say any of that. I couldn’t speak. Not with his fingers working their magic.
His hands shifted, cupping my jaw and his lips slid over mine in a kiss so deep and intense I actually gasped into his mouth.
Backing me toward the bedroom, I fall on my rumpled bedspread just in time to see Adam yank his belt off and push his pants down over lean, muscled hips.
Good.
God.
Adam was naked.
Adam was naked in my bedroom.
Adam was naked in my bedroom … and there was no one to stop us.
There was no reason to stop us.
