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“I don’t really want to go,” I admitted softly. “But we’re going to see each other soon, aren’t we?”
“As soon as possible,” Bailey agreed. But she didn’t sound any happier about the prospective of me leaving.
I tugged her closer, kissing her softly. “Then maybe I just have to give you a reason to hurry,” I suggested, and she moaned, deepening the kiss.
“Please,” she whispered quietly, and that was all the invitation that I needed.
CHAPTER 58
BAILEY
I hated the fact that Adam was leaving. I knew why he had to go back to Utah. In fact, I could barely believe I had tried to ask him to stay. Not because I didn’t want him to stay. But I knew just how selfish I was being, even asking him. I was the one who should be headed back to Utah. I should be rearranging my life to be with him, not the other way around.
Instead, though, I had shown up in Utah, basically made promises that I couldn’t keep, and dragged him all the way to Vegas just to spend time with me. Although Ian had been the one doing the dragging, I supposed.
But Adam didn’t seem to mind. He couldn’t stay there in Vegas, but he seemed like he really wanted to make this work. I thought back to what he had told me the previous evening, about how he hadn’t felt like this about anyone in a long time.
And I loved him. I knew that for a fact.
I loved the way he kissed me right now. The way he pushed me back against the soft sheets and covered my body with his. I loved the way his talented fingers roved across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I loved the way he grinned down at me, his eyes dark and full of lust.
He had promised to give me a reason to hurry back to Utah, as though I needed any more reason to want to be back there. I missed him, and I missed my job, and I missed Ethan and Kayla and everyone else. I missed skiing, and surprisingly enough, I missed the cold and the snow.
I had loved the thought of Adam and I curled up on the couch with a blanket thrown over us while a fire raged in the fireplace and snow drifted slowly to the ground outside. I had loved the promise of a future together.
I knew that I needed to get things straightened out here in Nevada. I hated that I had been pulled out of bed that morning to talk business with some of our investors over the phone. We had scheduled a meeting for later, but I was never going to get those minutes back, when I could have been lying there in bed next to Adam.
Of course, I got this now. But he had to leave for the airport soon, and it felt like those earlier minutes had been wasted.
I didn’t want to work for the casino. I hadn’t wanted to, not for a long time now. I knew I needed to help Ian keep his job. He was my brother, after all, and I loved him. But I needed to get what I wanted as well. And right now, it seemed like everything I wanted was in Utah.
It was hard to keep thinking, though, when Adam was intent on giving me more and more reason to head back to Park City as soon as possible.
He was teasing me, I suddenly realized, as he slowly kissed his way down my body. There was laughter in his eyes as he gazed up at me. I refused to give in and beg, at least for now. Let him do his worst, if that’s the way that he wanted to play. I had a feeling it wouldn’t take long before we were both desperate for him to be inside of me.
But he took his sweet time, working me over until I was trembling against the sheets, my hips giving little aborted thrusts as he worked his fingers inside of me. His lips brushed against my lips, my jawline, my cheek. He nibbled at my earlobe and I couldn’t help gasping as I arched against him. His answering laugh rumbled through his chest beneath my fingertips.
He dragged his lips down my body, nipping and sucking at my skin, showing me pleasure that was stronger than anything I had ever felt before. I gasped as he tongued along the cleft between my legs. He licked my clit and then nuzzled lower, his tongue pressing inside of me, joining his fingers inside of my needy core. He sucked at my velvety folds, stimulating me in the most intimate of ways.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, head falling back on another breathy moan as he fluttered his tongue and dragged the pads of his fingers along my inner walls. He ravished me for what felt like forever, and even though I was increasingly desperate for something more, there was also a definite part of me that never wanted him to stop what he was doing right now.
When he pulled back and away, I sobbed, hips jerking unsteadily in response. He stilled me with the gentlest of touches, smiling crookedly down at me as he pumped his cock a few times before thrusting it into my wet and waiting pussy.
He fucked me until I was breathless, crying out his name, so close to coming that I was almost in tears. But I held back, watching his face, noting how close he, himself, was getting. Let him tease me, then; I wouldn’t come until he did.
He dragged his thumbs across my nipples, and I bit at my lower lip as my pussy clenched tightly around his full length. Again and again, he slammed into me, and I could tell from how frantic his movements were that this was finally getting to him as well, that he could barely hold back, that soon enough, he would be on the brink as well.
He groaned, pressing his whole body into mine, as though we could mesh into just one person like this. His thrusts became choppy and primal, and even though I wanted nothing more than to watch his face as he was overcome with pleasure, I found my own eyes slipping shut as well at the strength of the emotions coursing through me.
Three more rapid thrusts and that was it for both of us. We came together, fingers grasping at sweaty skin, mouths open on noisy moans of lust. Adam pressed my body even further back into the sheets, but I welcomed the weight of him against me as I wrapped my legs around his muscular form.
We panted there for a long time, drifting in utter satiation. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, laughing a little. “Fuck, I think it gets better ever time,” I joked.
Adam laughed as well, falling off to the side. “Then you’d better not hurry back to Utah,” he teased. “Otherwise, I think you might just kill me.”
I grinned at him and wiggled closer, facing him. But suddenly, Adam swore. “I’m going to miss my flight if I don’t hurry up,” he said, leaping out of the bed. He paused for a moment, looking back at me.
I wanted to grab his arm and pull him back into bed with me. To cuddle against him and beg him not to leave, or at least not yet. I could get him booked on a later flight. I could pay the airline change fees.
