Page 58 of Not You Again
Adam bit his lower lip as he held Carly’s gaze and eased into her, then slid back out, and in, one inch at a time.
But she wanted all of him. To move as one. To feel consumed. And instinct told Carly to wrap her legs tighter around Adam. When she did, he managed to push even deeper inside until he hit the very edge. Her body shuddered as he hit that spot over and over again.
While he was taking notice of what she liked, she couldn’t help clocking how the gentle scrape of her nails up his thigh made him tighten, too. Adam panted into her shoulder when she reached for his ass, then said, “No, I need the nails again.”
Carly’s eyes flicked to Adam’s as she gently clawed her way up his thigh. Then he rocked into her, slow and deep. She let out a moan as he brought his cock all the way out, then dove back in. He cupped her ass and rocked harder and faster into her.
“You feel so fucking good. So fucking good, Carly.”
Her body began to tense around him. As if sensing her closeness, Adam dipped his mouth to her breast and sucked on her nipple. And then, as he moved into her again his mouth found her ear and he told her, “Come for me.”
Those words, and the friction and his arms surrounding her finally sent an orgasm crashing through. Carly couldn’t manage to tell him she was coming, but as he went farther to touch that most sensitive spot, she knew he understood.
“Holy shit,” she said plainly, with no hang-ups about it. The man had made her toes curl, and he deserved to know.
With her legs still wrapped around him and his hard length inside, he picked her up and flipped them over, positioning them so that he was underneath and she was on top. “I want to see all of you,” he said.
Carly was boneless, but nodded as she rocked back and let Adam’s cock sink into her again. Then she lifted her hips up and down, sliding on him easily. Little aftershocks of pleasure sparked each time he buried himself in her. And when he grabbed her and pulled her down hard on him... that nearly sent her over again. But she reached behind and gently tugged on his balls. He groaned, and she felt him tighten in her hand.
When he released, Adam’s eyes briefly pinched closed and the moan he let out seemed to emerge from the depths of him. He shuddered and gave her a half smile. She licked her lips, knowing she’d never get enough, not in this timeline or any other.
Carly curled her body next to Adam’s, and he wrapped his long arm around her shoulder to pull her in close. She listened to his breaths even out, and his heart rate slow. He was sticky with sweat, and so was she. Carly wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so aware of her body, which tingled from all of the places Adam had touched her.
“Sorry for distracting you,” she eventually said.
He laughed a low and deep chuckle that went through her. At some point, his watch beeped, and he frowned as he glanced down at the thing, then toward the sky. “The eclipse,” he muttered as he sat up and rifled through the pockets of his jacket to find their glasses. He handed a pair to Carly and slipped his on, too.
“Is it okay for me to time it?” he belatedly asked.
“Yeah, I want to know.” The unsaid thing was that Carlywanted to know how much time they had left together. Would there be any at all?
“There.” He pointed to the shadow bands flitting across the ground in front of them. “Hard to imagine not seeing them every day.”
What was harder for Carly to imagine was not seeing Adam every loop. As the eclipse started, Carly quietly put on her clothes and Adam buttoned up his shirt. His gaze was trained on the sky, but she couldn’t bear to glance up. She and Adam were just getting to the good parts. Time had not been on her side in so many parts of her life—time with her mom, time with her dad, timing with work—so why would now be any different?
She sensed Adam glancing at his watch, then slipping the glasses off. She looked over at him.
“No change,” he said.
Chapter 20
Adam
Day 250
Adam’s office came into focus as he reset—the too-bright lighting and built-in bookshelves. The desk with the framed photo of his wedding day with Shireen.
His hand on Shireen’s shoulder.
But no, there was no shoulder. His hand was suspended in midair. There was no Shireen. She wasn’t there. He poked his head out the office door. “Shireen?” he called out.
Maybe he’d somehow missed her leaving? But no, that wasn’t possible. He would’ve felt her leave his grip.
Then there were footsteps as Carly appeared in the doorway of the funeral room. Carly was here, but Shireen wasn’t...
“Why are you frowning at me?” She adjusted her glasses. “I thought we’d had fun this last loop.”
Carly walked toward Adam, straightened the front of his blazer, and then looked up at him with those thick lashes. Which reminded him of all the fun theydidhave—in the orchard, in the booth of Moms while they ate apple pie for dinner and she stroked him through his pants, then in the tree housewhere she’d removed his belt while he showed her Orion’s belt...
