Page 33 of Five Minute Man
Chapter 18
Adam hadn’t felt thisnervous since the first time he’d had sex. He had been sixteen at the time, though he had looked old enough that, when he told the pretty co-ed he was a junior, she had assumed he was talking about the university. He might have been young and inexperienced, but he hadn’t been stupid enough to correct her.
He knocked again with one hand and gripped the roses tightly with the other, inadvertently crushing the stems. A missed thorn dug into his flesh, but the minor pain was a welcome diversion.
“Holly, I know you’re in there. Please answer the door.”
His coffee with Liz had been enlightening, to say the least, though kind of scary, too. Unlike Holly, Liz had absolutely no problem saying exactly what was on her mind. She had asked Adam point-blank what his intentions were with Holly. When he had blurted out the truth, she had told Adam, in no uncertain terms, exactly what he had to do.
She had then smirked when his face had turned the color of a turnip and his jaw had hit the table, but hadn’t wavered for even a moment. Once he had gotten over his initial shock, he had to admire her absolute confidence.
And hope to hell she was right.
* * *
“IT’S LATE, ADAM,” HOLLYsaid wearily, opening the door a few inches. Obviously sitting in the dark and ignoring his repeated knocks was not conveying the message any more effectively than the unanswered texts and calls. “What do you want?”
Adam used his much larger body and pressed forward. She stepped back, tilting her face upward toward his.
His blue eyes were dark and intense, his movements deliberate. Pure male power radiated off him in waves, making her innermost parts clench against her will. But it was nothing compared to the next words out of his mouth.
“I wantyou, Holly.”
She gasped slightly. Disbelief, hope, and a big surge of lust rose up inside her, drowning out her rational mind’s increasingly weak protests that Adam was not interested in her that way.
“Apparently, I’ve done a piss-poor job of letting you know that my interest in you is anything but professional, and I’m here to set that record straight right now.” He tossed the flowers off to the side, red and pink blooms scattering to the floor.
He brought flowers?
She barely had time to process that thought before he was stepping forward again, right into her personal space. She countered by taking another step back, though the length of her stride was less than half his.
“If you have a problem with that, now is the time to say so, Holly. Say the word, and I’ll go.”
Didshe have a problem with that? Her thundering heart and beading nipples didn’t think so.
He waited through several of those thundering heartbeats before she whispered, “No. Don’t go.”
He grinned wolfishly and took another step. So did she.
One more, and he was close enough to reach out, wrap his arm around her waist, and pull her against his hard body. She closed her eyes for just a moment, relishing the feel of all that hardness, the heat seeping through his clothes and hers, and the scent of clean, powerful male. Her nipples grew to diamond-hard tips against his ripped torso, easily distinguishable through the thin material of her ratty tee-shirt.
Without permission, a slight moan managed to escape. He took full and instant advantage, lowering his head to claim her mouth. At the same time, she felt his large hand skim along the curve of her waist and over her hips, pausing only when he cupped her ass and lifted her, drawing her tightly against something incredibly large and extremely rigid.
It felt so right to be fitted against all those hard ridges and bumps. Her much softer, feminine parts yielded instantly to his much harder planes, filling in every dip and curve.
She moved her hand between them, flattening her palm against his chest. Not in an attempt to push him away, but to curl her nails into his chest like tiny claws, fierce and possessive. He rewarded her by thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
She wanted more, so much more, of him thrusting parts of him into parts of her.
Suddenly, her feet were no longer on the ground. She was in Adam’s powerful arms, being drawn even closer until every possible inch of her sensitized flesh was pressed against his granite hardness. Total surrender was a given as he ravished her mouth mercilessly, taking as much as he gave, capturing her throaty moans for his own.
Then they were moving. Without easing his grip, Adam walked them forward until her back was against the wall, using his weight to pin her in place. It felt so good, all that pressure, all that unyielding strength against the thousands of nerve endings crying out for his touch.
She felt a rush of cool air as he reached down between them to grasp the hem of her shirt, felt his rough calluses skimming over her heated skin.
His palm paused briefly over her heart. Surely, he must have felt it thrusting itself against her ribs.
When he smiled against her mouth, she knew he had.
