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Adam gestured to the dance floor. Carly hesitated, but Adam decided to push again. “May I have this dance?”
He extended a hand. There was that little flush in her cheeks, but she said, “Okay.”
Carly took his hand, and Adam held her steady as they walked onto the laminate floor. The fast song turned into a slow one—“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper. The DJ either had a great sense of humor or was trying to torture them. But Adam had always liked this song, how it was about a person who would always be waiting for you. Wasn’t that how love should be?
So when Adam got them to the middle of the dance floor, he stopped and turned Carly slowly until she faced him. His free hand moved to her low back, and he brought her in close, never breaking eye contact. He led them in an easy circle, as her hands found his shoulders.
They swayed together. He matched her rhythm. Her fingers tightened as he spun them. His hand fanned across her back to steady her, unwilling to let her go even for a second. He turned her under his arm, but her eyes never left his. And as they came back together, she was pressed firmly to him.
The words to the song were clear and imbued with more meaning now that Carly clung to him. Without thinking, Adam started to sing the lines low and into her ear. “Time after time. Time after time.”
She pressed her forehead against his. And this just felt so right—Carly in his arms, her breath against his cheek. He hadn’t felt sure of anything in a long time, maybe ever. Hereluctantly pulled back as the song ended, taking in her dress, body and full lips. Those lips parted, as if for him.
He was going to kiss her. His eyes scanned her face, and he bent down just as an absolutely thunderous boom sounded behind them. The sky filled with the green and gold of a firework exploding high above them.
“Fireworks!” Carly shouted over the sound.
Adam grabbed her cheek and brought her gaze back to him. Then he kissed her, and she kissed him back. He could hardly help how his thumb traced a line along her cheekbone, or how he nipped her lower lip in excitement, how his fingers wove through her hair and massaged her neck. Her mouth was a new galaxy he planned to take his time exploring. He wanted all of her. He wanted to be covered in a blanket of her dark, thick hair so all he’d see was her. She curled her fingers around his neck and pulled him in closer.
Chapter 25
Carly
Fireworks and kissing felt like a bad cliché from a reality dating show and yet, Carly had to admit that making out against the booming backdrop of explosions was weirdly romantic. Maybe it was the imminent threat of gunpowder and fire that made her claw him closer. But either way, her body burned for him. She couldn’t stop kissing him, not even if she’d tried.
His bright red hair had turned her into some kind of raging bull, crashing into him over and over again. She would never be satisfied. They’d ventured away from the dance floor and were pressed against the side of a barn just behind it, alone and uninterrupted. He surrounded and pressed her into the wood siding until she arched herself into him like a cat. But he pushed back, too. The thing about wood siding, though...
“My back,” Carly said, pushing herself away from the barn. Very close to them was a decorative row of hay, and even a saddle for a horse stacked on top of a hay bale. Adam picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, like that was something she did on a routine basis.
“Oh my God, wait, don’t hurtyourback!” she said through a laugh.
“Have you noticed that you’re half my height?” Adam said.
She was not. But he kissed her to stop the conversation and carry on with what they were doing, she supposed. And Carly kissed him back as he safely landed her on top of one of the hay bales. The sleeve of her dress fell, or he pushed it off, but either way his mouth found its way to her shoulder, where he nipped as he pushed the hem of her dress up past her knees.
“Adam,” she said and looked around to see if anyone else was nearby.
“We’re alone,” he said. “No one will know we’re back here. They’re all watching the fireworks, and I’d like to make you explode.”
Carly’s mouth fell open and she stifled a laugh. “Adam!” she squealed in surprise. And then his head dipped under her dress, his mouth hovered over her panties and he blew out a cool breath against her. “Adam,” and now his name came out like she was tipsy, only it wasn’t the champagne making her weak.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you saying my name.” His voice was muffled by the fabric. His big hand came up to her hip and he guided her to lie back into the hay.
“And I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this view.” She ran her fingers through his red hair and he looked up, a little grin creasing his lips. How had she hated this man for so long? She recalled, at one point, wishing she could watch him walk to the perimeter just so she could see him be swallowed up.
But now Adam was here, and as his nails scratched up her thigh and he lowered his mouth to her, she was just grateful to be with him.
He was about to devour her, but she pulled his head up. “Wait. I want to try something.” She pointed to the saddle on top of the hay bale just next to them. “Can you sit on that? And I’ll... sit on you?”
He gave her a side smile. “Happy to get a riding lesson.”
She was on fire. As soon as he swung a leg over the leather, she wasted no time climbing into his lap. While she loved being eaten out, she’d found that dry humping was underrated. Carly settled herself on top of Adam, wrapped her arms behind his neck and brought her mouth to his. They kissed slow and deep, and she began to rock her hips toward him. She brought her body up the length of him, then slid down, treating her clit to enough friction to send little shivers through her. And Adam took the opportunity to cup her breast in his hand and bite her nipple through the fabric. She didn’t want anything in the way of his lips, though. So she shrugged herself out of the top of the dress, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool night air. Her nipples hardened and he moaned as he brought one to his mouth and sucked her in deeply.
Carly’s head fell back as she ground into Adam and he continued to bite and flick her with his tongue. Her body tensed and she knew she was building to something.
“You’re close,” he said as he twisted her nipple between his fingers. “I can feel it.”
“I want to feel you come, too,” she said.
