Sin City Lights (Sin City #1)

Chapter 13

Eve

Her heart started pounding the moment the door of the blue elevator slid closed behind them.

Adam turned to face her, gripping her waist and drawing her against his solid frame. He bent his head. She stood on tiptoe. His mouth met hers gently, like a first hello.

His lips languidly explored hers. She kissed him back, feeling dizzy, dimly realizing that the elevator was taking a very long time to reach his floor.

She glanced at the panel. It was dark.

“You didn’t press the button,”

she murmured, smiling against his mouth.

Without even looking, Adam reached around to punch it, hardly missing a beat as he brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth.

The elevator doors parted. He took her hand, his thumb stroking her palm as he led her down the hallway. The lock hummed open, he guided her inside, and there she was again, entering this penthouse. What a difference twenty-four hours could make.

He closed the door with his foot, then turned to face her. She sought the buttons of his jacket. Undoing them slowly, she slipped her hands along his sides and let her fingers slide over his muscular waist, inhaling deeply, unable to get enough of his intoxicating scent.

His chest rose and fell under her palms. His heart beat, strong, against her fingertips. She gripped his lapels, molding her body to his. Opening under his soft lips again, she savored the taste of him and felt the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. She pushed into him, and he countered, pressing her closer.

He broke the kiss. “Still want to watch that movie?”

She shook her head. “You.”

His lips drifted, brushing over her jaw, then lower, to kiss her clavicle. “Me?”

“You.”

“Tell me,”

he murmured against her neck.

“I want—”

his fingers were digging into her backside now, pressing her even harder into him; he rolled his hips “—you,”

she finished on a gasp.

“You’ve got me,”

he said and swept her up into his arms.

?

The door clicked closed behind them.

He set her down.

Tipping back her head, Eve smiled up at him. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

His voice was deeper than usual. It seemed to vibrate right into her body. He found her nape, stroking ever so lightly. Her heart rate spiked. How could the mere touch of his fingertips make her feel this way?

Glancing around, Eve perceived charcoal walls, masculine dark wood furniture, and a black pinstripe comforter, but the most powerful thing in his bedroom was his scent.

It almost overwhelmed her.

So did he.

Here she was, alone with him again. Only, this time, there was so much more: light, and the sight of him, and myriad feelings stirring deep inside her. There was the quiet and the sound of their ragged breathing.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a single candle burning on the nightstand beside his bed.

She ran her hands over Adam’s chest, feeling the softness of his shirt, fingering the pearled buttons. “Take off your jacket.”

Without a word, Adam shrugged out of it. He tossed it behind him to a black leather storage ottoman at the foot of his bed, then turned to reach for her, gathering her close.

He took her mouth with hot deliberation. She braced her palms against him, feeling her mind and her entire body begin to tilt and spiral. Her hands roved down his back, brushing against the leather of his belt, then up again, nails raking lightly. He shuddered. She broke the kiss and tipped backward a little, reaching for his tie. Nimbly, she unknotted it but left it loose around his neck.

“You look sexy this way.”

His chuckle was warm and deep. “You and your fascination with my tie.”

She took the ends and gave a little tug. “Makes a great man handle.”

His mouth curved in bemusement. “So I’ve noticed.”

Eve continued to explore his body, his shoulders, his hard biceps, his powerful forearms. Taking one of his hands, she closed it into a fist and pressed it to her cheek, sliding her jaw along his knuckles.

“Eve…”

His voice was tender.

She took hold of his wrist, undoing one silver cuff link, smiling when she realized it was an airplane. Slipping it out of the buttonhole, she gently caressed his pulse point with her thumbs. She felt his life force beating there and bent to open her mouth over it, circling hotly with her tongue.

Eve heard his harsh intake of air. She was nearly breathless now. She took his other hand and flipped open his second cuff link. Palming them both, she set them on the ottoman with a little clink.

Turning back toward him, she reached for the top button of his shirt, but he stopped her. “Let me.”

Eyes never leaving hers, he slowly undid each pearled button, watching her face as the two sides finally parted, revealing a white cotton T-shirt that clung to every sculpted muscle.

She took him in, his undone tie, his open shirt, and the desire in his beautiful blue eyes. She drew a long, shuddering breath.

“Come here.”

He took her in his arms again, his hands more urgent now, roaming down past her waist, one hand finding the keyhole opening at her lower back, his pinkie stroking the bared skin just above her tailbone.

The eroticism of this déjà vu had all her nerves firing full blast. She let her head fall back, and his mouth immediately found her throat, raining kisses down the column of her neck to her clavicle and back up again. Her fingers twisted in his undershirt, fisting fabric.

He kissed her again then, deeply, unhurriedly, as if he had all the time in the world to do just this.

“Turn around,”

he finally said.

His low voice sent goose bumps up her arms. Slowly, she turned, offering her back to him, lifting her hair. His fingertips brushed her nape, then inched her zipper down, lower, lower, until it came to a stop. She didn’t turn to face him but took a step forward and rolled her hips once, sending the purple fabric to pool softly at her feet.

She waited for a beat, feeling his eyes on her, and she thought she heard a shuddering exhale.

“Eve,”

she heard him say softly, “look at you.”

She smiled and let her hair fall back over her shoulders, then slowly pivoted to face him. The look on Adam’s face was worth the wait.

For a few seconds, he stood there, taking her in, brown hair to silver sandals.

He didn’t say another word but didn’t need to: his eyes told her everything she needed to know. She saw the instant he recognized the white lace lingerie set because his eyes smoldered even hotter, capturing hers. For a few seconds, there was only the sound of their breathing.

It was she who made the first move. Grabbing the ends of his loose tie, she backed to the side of the bed, falling backward, pulling him on top of her.

Fantasy, fulfilled.

Exhilarating.

It was as if a switch were flipped.

Spreading her knees, Eve cradled him between her thighs. He shifted, and she heard shoes hitting the carpet as he kicked them off. She felt him, hard against her, as he propped himself on his forearms, his scent and warmth and weight setting her aflame.

She arched into him, tearing at his shirt. “Take this off.”

He pushed to his knees and quickly discarded his shirt and tie.

His muscles flexed as he pulled his undershirt over his blond head and tossed it to the floor. He raked a hand through his bright hair.

God, but he was beautiful. Her eyes roamed over his face, his chest, his sculpted abs. Need raged within her, a tingling, dull, throbbing ache. She held out her arms. “Come back to me.”

“I need to…”

He yanked on his belt, the buckle jingling softly. In no time, he’d tossed the pants and socks, and he was sliding beside her, clad only in boxers, which she realized were silk the moment she rolled to her side to face him and threw her leg over his hip.

The shock of his hot, bare skin against her entire body robbed her of breath.

He took her mouth with hungry urgency, kissing her deeply, gradually easing her to her back, his hand beginning a feverish exploration.

When his palm slid over her breast, a loud moan escaped her, and his hand spasmed reflexively at the sound. Fingers splaying, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, caressing and stroking over the lace until she was writhing under his touch.

He found the front clasp of her bra. He didn’t undo it but ran a large palm over the lace, kneading her sensitive flesh. She wanted to whimper, so intense were the sensations, but when she opened her mouth, all that emerged was her breath.

Relentlessly, he stroked.

Unable to stand it any longer, she pushed him to his back, rising swiftly to straddle his waist. In one quick move, she unclasped and yanked off the bra. His blue eyes looked up at her, slightly glazed, taking in her face, drinking in her bare breasts.

Slowly, slowly, she bent down to take his lips, breasts pressing to his chest. She nuzzled his jaw, tipping up his chin, and felt her mouth literally water as his Adam’s apple came into view, a visual delight that had her flattening her tongue over it, over and over and over again.

“Wanted to do this to you again, so very badly.”

She hummed against his throat. She licked him again, harder this time, then sucked.

He groaned.

“Don’t move,” she said.

She sat up, tracing her fingertips over his chest, outlining every muscle. Leaning down, she dragged her breasts over the path her hands had followed.

That was evidently all he could take because the next thing she knew, he had her flipped over.

She felt his grip on her panties, and, in that second, she knew what he was about to do.

“Wait…”

She felt and heard the fabric ripping.

“Too late.”

“Second pair,”

she muttered.

“I’ll buy you twenty pairs.”

She looked down. His blond hair falling over his forehead while he knelt and dragged the scraps of lace down over her thighs was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

And then his hand was there, and he was groaning because it was obvious she was beyond ready for him.

His thumb began to seek, but she grasped his wrist.

“Adam, please…”

“Please, what?”

She clawed at the hem of his boxers.

“I need you.”

It took one second for him to remove them, and then his hands were on her knees, opening her to him.

She held her arms out, but he didn’t come.

Instead, she felt his breath, hot and fast over her sensitive flesh.

“One little taste had to last me all week.”

His thumbs stroked, then parted her gently. “I smelled your perfume every time I drove.”

He groaned. “God. You have such a beautiful…”

His mouth closed over her, tongue hot and silky, and she came off the bed.

She moaned in exquisite agony, grinding on him, legs starting to close. His fingers dug into her thighs, keeping her open.

It was right there…right there; it was starting, and all it would take was…

His tongue plunged deep.

Her mouth fell open. “Oh my God! I’m going to—”

But Adam drew away. “Not yet.”

She cried out in frustration and felt the mattress dip.

“Look at me,” he said.

She looked down. Adam was on his knees, hot and hard, his blond hair tousled, and all of him was beautiful.

Through a haze, she drank him in, vibrating with want, aching with a need that only he could fill.

He gripped her ankle, propped her leg on his broad shoulder, and anchored it there with a firm hand.

Her hands splayed over his chest.

Dimly, she realized that her shoes were still on her feet. She arched toward him.

And then, in one swift thrust, he filled her.

They cried out in unison, or so she thought because she barely heard him and didn’t know what sounds she was making. All she knew was Adam and sensation.

The feel of him driving into her with no barrier was exquisite, surpassing anything she’d imagined and ever thought possible.

Adam pumped into her. “You feel so good.”

His every thrust was slow and deliberate, and it was gradually driving her insane.

She wanted more. She needed more.

She tried to urge him to quicken the pace, but he was relentless, drawing out every bit of pleasure, not giving up the least bit of control. “Adam...”

“Feel me, Eve,”

he murmured. “Feel every inch of me.”

Dear God, his words…

Sounds sailed from her lips, sounds she didn’t recognize, and the angle at which he held her was hitting pleasure spots she’d never known existed, eliciting intense sensations, bringing her higher and higher with every deep, slow thrust.

But she was desperate for release, and her nails raked his chest and his broad, powerful shoulders that tensed with his exertion.

Oh, he was deep. So very, very deep. He changed the angle only slightly, but it was enough to trigger the beginnings of what she realized would be of seismic magnitude.

It was overtaking her, but a part of her still fought it.

And he knew. “I feel you. Let it happen.”

She clutched his shoulders and must have gripped too hard because he hissed as her nails dug in.

“Come for me, Eve.”

His voice shattered the last of her resistance. One deep pump, two, and she was there, shaking so hard, she felt him pause. He increased his speed then, shortening the thrusts.

He sent her screaming.

Wave after powerful wave crashed over her, again, again, and soon she felt him harden and realized that he, too, was close.

Please, no, not yet.

She wanted to see it. Had to. Still shuddering around him, Eve opened her eyes.

Nothing could have prepared her for the vision and sound and feel of Adam coming.

His hands spasmed on her, and his entire body seized, blond head falling back, jaw tight, lips parted just slightly in a quiet, rumbling groan, the sound of which she knew at once she’d never tire of hearing.

So in control and yet out of control.

Adam, lost in this way, was heart-stopping. A sense of power and triumph washed over her, making everything in her soar.

That she could bring this man to this impossible state… My God.

She felt his last pulses inside her, and after a second, she clenched around him, giving him a hard squeeze. He groaned again softly, and she knew he’d definitely felt it. She did it again, just because. He went slack, and then his head dropped to her shoulder, his face at the crook of her neck. His hair was soft against her throat.

He panted, his breath still slightly uneven. Her arms came around him, holding tight. She nuzzled his hair, inhaling his essence.

So, this is what real sex is like.

At last, she felt him take in a deep breath. Wincing, he pulled away from her, and she immediately felt a sense of loss. He reached under the pillow and found a soft towel, tucking it where she needed it.

Then he was at her feet, unbuckling her sandals, a little smile touching his lips.

She shook her head. “I forgot to take them off.”

“I didn’t.”

Adam slipped them off her feet and tossed them to the floor. Then he was next to her again, taking her in his arms, pulling her back to his front, gently drawing the covers over the both of them. He settled his chin firmly on top of her head.

She sighed, warm, spent, and utterly content, her body tingling from head to toe. Even her fingertips tingled.

He kissed her hair. “I knew it was going to be like this.”

His quiet voice was thoughtful.

“You did?”

“Mm-hmm.”

His hand drifted over her hip, caressing.

“When did you know?”

“First time.”

“First time? You didn’t even see me.”

“But I felt you.”

His hand came around to smooth over her abdomen. “Sometimes, being deprived of sight heightens the other senses.”

“Is that why you did it?”

“Did what?”

“Kept it in the dark?”

He was silent for a moment. “No.”

“Then why?”

“I wanted…needed it to be impersonal.”

She smiled. “Well, that sure ended up being a failure.”

He kissed her shoulder. “Complete and utter. You took me by surprise.”

“I did?”

“You know you did. You turned to sexual napalm under my hands.”

“Sexual—”

She laughed. “That’s a novel way to describe it.”

“Can’t take credit. I stole that one from John Mayer. How would you describe it, then?”

She thought a moment. “Full afterburner takeoff.”

His chuckle was a deep rumble. “I like that better.”

“I thought you might.”

“How did you know that term?”

She turned and fitted herself to his side, pushing the covers lower and resting her cheek on his chest. “I watched Top Gun.”

He wrapped an arm around her back. “And did you like it?”

“Loved it. After the movie, I clicked on a documentary about the real Top Gun guys. It was fascinating. Crazy that they use their muscles to direct the blood back to their brains so they don’t pass out from G-forces.”

“It is.”

She traced circles on his upper abs. “It’s hard to believe those planes exist, let alone that there are pilots who fly them.”

“We’ve got one.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “Former Navy guy. He’s going to fly the 2024 for us.”

“Why aren’t you going to fly it?”

Adam chuckled. “Part of being a good pilot is to know your limitations.”

“Do you want to?”

“No,”

he answered without hesitation.

“Why not?”

“I fly what I like. Aerobatics and high speed have never been my thing. I like to savor the experience.”

He grinned. “Those guys can never view the scenery and eat cream pie up there.”

“For sure.”

Eve smiled, remembering how nervous and excited she’d been that day.

She slid her hand across his chest to smooth it back and forth over his shoulder. After a beat, Eve ventured to ask what she’d been wondering from their first encounter. “Why did you do what you did that first night, Adam?”

“Are we playing five questions?”

“You started it,”

she pointed out.

“I guess I did. What exactly would you like to know?”

“Why didn’t you let me take care of you?”

“Oh, but you did.”

She lifted her head and looked up, needing to see his face. “You didn’t even let me touch you.”

He smirked. “Let’s just say I came away completely satisfied.”

Her brows furrowed. Slowly, understanding dawned, and her eyes widened.

She gaped at him. “Oh. Oh.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Oh.”

“You mean…”

“I’m not spelling it out for you. It’s embarrassing enough as it is.”

“But…I didn’t feel you.”

He cupped her backside and pressed her to him. “Feel me now?”

She rolled her hips. “Hmm… It’s kind of hard to tell.”

Adam was ready again. Something inside her clenched tightly in response, and that was when she realized she’d never even touched a certain part of him. She reached down, hand skimming over his rock-hard abs, dipping under the sheet to finally grasp him, squeezing.

“Definitely feeling you now.”

He hissed in a breath. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She stroked him once. “What should we do about this?”

“The possibilities are endless.”

His voice dropped lower. “Turn around.”

Her breath caught, and her heart began that crazy rhythm.

“Tell me something,”

he whispered against her ear.

He thrust against her, and she gasped. “Tell you what?”

He rolled his hips. She pushed back into him.

“That time on the plane.”

His hand slowly came around her hip to where she needed his touch so badly. He slid his finger there, gliding back and forth.

“On Betty?”

He made another pass. “No. Gulfstream.”

She was on fire again. She pressed her lips together, suppressing a loud moan.

“That time when I came back there to wake you.”

He bent his knees, pushing hers into position.

She was trembling. “Yes.”

She didn’t know if she was responding to what he was doing or what he was saying.

“What were you dreaming of?”

Oh God.

He was poised right at her entrance, nudging, one hand on her lower back. She panted, her hands fisting the sheets, the ache inside nearly unbearable.

“This,”

she whispered.

“Mmm? From behind?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I see.”

He nudged again. “Who was it, Eve?”

She let her moan escape, no longer able to contain it.

He pushed in, just a fraction. “Who was it?”

“You.”

She gasped. “It was you.”

He made a sound of satisfaction.

And then, he cupped her breast and thrust in to the hilt.