The kissing in Adam’s truck had only awakened a deeper lust inside of me, one that I wasn’t sure I could slake on my own. Fortunately, as I ground down against him before, I had been able to feel just how aroused he was too. I wasn’t sure if we’d go all the way, but I definitely didn’t think he was going to leave before things got good.
Adam shut the door behind himself once we were inside, and I turned to grin up at him, waiting to see if he would make the next move. He grinned crookedly back at me, stepping forwards to back me up against the wall. My breath caught in my throat as I stared up into his dark, lustful gaze. “Thought you said something about wanting to show me the place,” he said teasingly. “Well?”
I blinked at him, my brain scrambling to keep up. All I could focus on was the close proximity of his body to mine, his heat radiating through his clothes as he pressed me back against the cool, white-washed wall.
“Um,” I finally said, gesturing vaguely down the hall. “Here’s the place.” I coughed lightly. “There’s a bed, you know.”
Adam laughed, and I had to grin crookedly at the silliness of my words. Of course there was a bed! But I couldn’t help feeling tongue-tied around him like this. I wanted this more than words could describe.
Thankfully, he cut off whatever other inane words I might have said, sealing his lips over mine in a bruising kiss. He explored my mouth thoroughly, until I was panting for breath, grinding down against his thigh where he had thrust it between my own legs. I whimpered as he drew back away from me, half afraid that he was going to remind me what a bad idea this was, that he was going to tell me that he needed to get home.
But Adam just smiled down at me, brushing his fingertips across my cheek as he arched an eyebrow at me. “You want to show me where that bed is?” he asked.
I nodded immediately, scrambling to bring him down the hall and into my bedroom. He rested a hand on my ass as he followed me inside, and I had to fight not to squirm at just that barest of contact.
Adam caught me by the shoulders and spun me around so that I was facing him. My mouth fell open as he kissed me again, his fingers working their way up under my shirt. He got my shirt off me and quickly followed it to the floor with my bra, leaving them in a messy pile as he backed me up towards the bed.
He lay me down gently on the bed, covering my body with his, and I helped him out of his own shirt, my fingers roaming across his bare, muscular chest and back as though I could memorize every inch of his body through touch.
We continued to kiss, and I wondered again how far things would go tonight. I didn’t want to hurry things, though. I was pretty happy just like this, his mouth hot against mine, his fingers lightly stroking my flushed skin. The embers of need were hot in my core, but there was a certain desire for intimacy that was already satiated by simply kissing.
Adam rested his forehead against mine, his fingers brushing back my hair. “Go easy on me,” he said huskily. “It’s been a while.”
I grinned at him, my hands coming down to rest on his hips. “For me too,” I admitted in a whisper.
Adam kissed me tenderly, his lips soft against mine. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said seriously.
“I want this,” I told him, sure he could hear the raw honesty in my voice.
There were a thousand reasons why this might be considered a bad idea, but right now, none of them mattered. Maybe they never had. I wanted this, I wanted Adam, and we would figure out a way to make things work. Even if it turned out we weren’t right for one another.
Adam slowly kissed his way along my jawline, nibbling at my earlobe and grinning against my skin when he heard the way that I gasped. His fingers slowly worked at my belt, and I, in turn, palmed at his hard cock through the denim of his pants. He rocked into my palm, his breathing gone momentarily unsteady. Slowly, we worked one another’s clothing off until we were both naked on the bed, bodies tangled together, skin pressed against naked skin.
Adam plunged his fingers inside of me, thumb teasing my clit as he delved into my slick hole. My legs fell open even wider to accommodate him, and I moaned out his name. For a moment, Adam froze, but then he groaned, pressing his forehead against my collarbone as he withdrew his fingers and pushed his hard cock into me.
His hips stuttered against mine, and I knew that this was going to be over all too soon for both of us. But I was already imagining the next time and the time after that. There were still ten-thousand reasons why this wasn’t the smartest idea, but we fit so perfectly against one another that I couldn’t imagine this being the last time we were together like this.
I pressed my heels down into the mattress and rocked up into each thrust, my fingers grasping at Adam’s shoulders for leverage as well. Adam continued to slam into me, and I could barely breathe with the force of lust spilling through my body. I sobbed his name, so close to coming but not quite there just yet.
And suddenly, Adam slowed down, leaving my body aching and desperate. My hips jerked out of sync with his a few times, and I grabbed at his hips, trying to get him to go back to the same rhythm as before. He only grinned down at me. “Wait,” he said, the single word deep with promise.
I took a shuddering breath and tried to counsel myself to patience, but it was so hard when each new movement that Adam made sent shivers of pleasure through my body. The pace of Adam’s thrusts began to build again, driving me back towards the edge. A further edge, really. I had never felt lust like this before, had never felt so totally overcome by a man before.
He pushed into me again and again, pulling almost all the way out with each new thrust so that I could feel the entire length of his cock, until I was keening with anticipation for when he would thrust back into me again.
Suddenly, heat burst through me, filling my whole body from head to toe to fingertips. I trembled as white spilled through my vision, feeling the heat arcing between our bodies as Adam gave two final thrusts and then came with a muffled groan. He leaned into me, and I could feel him twitching inside of me, even as my whole body shivered with overstimulation.
We collapsed down against the bed, both utterly spent, exhausted, pleasured beyond belief. Adam’s hand rested against my hip, still somehow strangely intimate even after everything else that we had done. After a moment, he rolled so that he was facing me, a grin on his face. I grinned sleepily back at him and wiggled over until I was in his arms, my face buried in the crook of his neck. I was slightly overheated, flushed with warmth and pleasure, sticky with sweat, but I still just couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his skin pressed against mine.
I had to smile when Adam lightly kissed my forehead. But then, I sighed. “Guess you probably have to go, huh?”
Adam huffed out a noisy breath. “Yeah,” he said, but he made no move to leave.
I could tell that he didn’t want to pull away from me, and I didn’t want him to either. If I could have my way, I would stay there in his arms all night. It was funny, really, because I had never been the clingy kind of lover. But there was something about being there, curled up in Adam’s arms, that just felt so nice. Comfortable. Safe.
“So what happens now?” I asked quietly. I immediately regretted the words, feeling foolish for even saying them. I wasn’t trying to have that sort of conversation now. I just wanted to revel in how good I felt. But something made me worried that if Adam walked out of there right now, before we had talked about whether or not this was going to happen again, then we might never make it back here.
After all, there were a dozen reasons for me not to get involved with Adam. Ian was just the tip of the iceberg. There was also the fact that it was the busy holiday season at the business that I had just bought. The business that he worked for. And I was sure that Adam had reasons of his own for why he shouldn’t be with me. It would be too easy never to make it back here again.