9. Mia
Mia
“You know, it’s not the fancy Italian place,” I start, tossing my pizza crust in the box, “but this was a pretty amazing pizza.”
“I have to agree.” Adam wipes his hands on a napkin then takes our empty box back to the kitchen. “Not to mention another pretty memorable date…breaking and entering and us being awkwardly stared at the entire time we ate by the guy fixing your lock.”
I snort a laugh. “I think he was trying to place you. You should have just told him who you are.”
Adam shakes his head, making his way back to the couch. “He was probably trying to figure out why in the world you’re with me.”
“Oh, smooth,” I say snarkily. “That’s bound to be one of the most unoriginal cheesy lines in the book.”
Adam laughs then reaches for my calves, bringing my legs from casually being propped up on the coffee table to his lap. “One could argue it’s a classic.”
I mumble a humph. I’m a little too busy appreciating the feel of his hands on my skin.
Once the pizza arrived, Adam unbuttoned a few of the buttons on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He looks downright edible.
“I have a question for you,” Adam says, taking his hands off my legs. My knee-jerk reaction to tell him I’ll only answer if he puts his hands back is stopped when he grabs my framed napkin on my side table. “What’s this?”
I can’t and don’t want to contain the grin on my face. “That’s my ten-year plan that I wrote with my grandfather. We did it on my twenty-first birthday at Winedown.”
One of Adam’s hands finds my leg and for that I get tingles lighting up through my body, but then he starts to read off the plan. “Graduate with a bachelor’s degree.”
“Did that the very next semester. Top of my class, might I add, but we kept the napkin plan pretty basic. I started my master’s that fall, where I did the same two years later. Achievements weren’t exactly held to this high standard with him, it was more the dedication and passion he admired.”
This odd look of hurt flashes across Adam’s face, but in the blink of an eye it disappears. “Yeah, but he had you as a granddaughter so I think he knew the high bar wasn’t exactly a hurdle for you.”
“I had my moments. It’s not always a walk in the park for me on things. I may have the high IQ and a stellar personality—”
“Really humble, too.”
“But!” I scoff. “I hold myself to a higher standard than anyone. The idea of disappointing my parents—or then my grandparents—does make me feel nauseous, but I hate the idea of being disappointed in myself more.”
Adam pulls his eyes away from the framed napkin. That look of hurt comes back—it has a few softer notes to it than the one he masked quickly—but now that it’s directed straight at me, I can’t tell what he’s actually feeling.
Setting the frame down flat on the coffee table, he pulls my body closer to him. A hand cups my chin softly. “Mia, I couldn’t fathom a single idea—hell, a made-up fucking story—where it would be realistic to be disappointed in you.”
“You’re just saying that so I’ll put something on from that bag.”
The corners of his mouth tilt up. “The thought has crossed my mind, I won’t lie, but I mean it—you can’t control how other people feel.
Any disappointment someone else could claim to feel would be wrong and most likely a reflection of their character, but I’ve seen how hard you work.
How much you love it and the people there.
I get you’re not saying that you are disappointed in yourself right now, but that word shouldn’t even be in your vocabulary, let alone a fear. ”
My heart pounds in my chest. “What if it’s the fear that drives me? I’ve made it this far with it. I’m actually a year ahead in my ten-year plan. I wasn’t supposed to be the owner of Winedown until I was thirty-one, technically.”
“You pick something else that drives you, Mia. It’ll never compare to that one, but we’ll do a new napkin right now and put the next ten years on it.”
“I do need to make a new plan. Getting Winedown early was more because of my grandfather passing and my parents not wanting to keep the place.”
Adam’s mouth opens for what I’m sure is a rebuttal, but I cut him off.
“I know I earned the right to own the restaurant, but it’s more me acknowledging the reason it all shifted.
Not to mention that ten-year plan was all about my career, making smart financial moves.
Yes, my parents have money, and I have more than enough on my own.
But now I think my plan needs to consider other things, like marriage and kids…
” I trail off as the words roll off my tongue.
That might be a little too early for us to talk about.
Adam brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I like those thoughts. We already established we like plans, Mia, so tell me where you see me in them and I’ll be there.”
Letting out a small breath, my whole body relaxes. “What if I see you, me, and something from that bag…” I pause, letting that hint of excitement show in his smirk. “I mean, you’d be the one wearing it, of course.”
Adam’s head tilts back with a laugh. “Fair enough.” When he looks back at me, a hand threads through my hair, brushing it softly with his fingers. “You’re so beautiful, Mia.”
They’re words I’ve heard before, but hearing them from Adam, I feel it so deeply in my soul. I feel lighter somehow, as if nothing anyone else has ever said to me or about me matters at all.
He leans in slowly and the kiss is as sweet and tender as his words, but with the thought of him being gone for the next six weeks, I want to be consumed by him.
Taking control of our kiss, I pick up the pace then slide one leg around to pull myself up on his lap to straddle him. One of his arms wraps tightly around my waist while the other grips onto the back of my head, locking me in place to deepen our kiss.
Good, seems I’m not the only one desperate for more.
He moves his mouth down my jaw while pulling my head back by my hair so he can continue to kiss down my neck. Not exactly able to move my body up and down with his arm holding me tightly, I roll my hips in slow circles.
The groan this man lets out vibrates down my spine. Kissing back up my neck, he nips at my ear. “How far do you want this to go, Mia?”
“As long as it’ll last,” I whisper. The implication of the question was for the moment we’re in, but thinking about my ten-year plan, I see a whole lot of Adam.
I keep my hips rolling slowly and start to work the buttons on his shirt. “I’d tell you to stop if I wanted you to.”
Sitting up, he lets me pull off his shirt before his hands slide under mine, lifting it right off.
“Fuck, Mia.”
His mouth is back on my skin in an instant. Kissing the apex of my chest and down my bra. He kisses my ribs, lifting my body slightly with his hands as he continues to kiss my stomach and waist before going back to my breasts. “I want to devour you.”
My hands travel over the muscles of his chest and with the size I can feel through his pants, the feeling is very mutual. Pushing off the couch, I slide my skirt off. “Take your pants off.”
Holding my eyes, Adam reaches for his belt, undoing it and the button of his trousers so torturously slow. His eyes drag down my body as he finally pulls his pants and underwear off.
Holy hell. I swipe my tongue across my lips at the sight of his dick.
This smirk comes to Adam’s face as he reaches for me to pull me back on top of him, but that plan has changed.
His fingers graze my thighs before I push him back down. “I get a taste first.”
Sinking to my knees, Adam spreads his slightly for me. I wrap one hand around his base, then wrap the other right above, and there’s still another four inches at least. “Fuck, Adam.”
“You like what you see, pretty girl?”
Is he kidding? Meeting his eyes, I hold his gaze as I lick the tip. “Very much so.”
I don’t waste another second, my mouth swallowing down what I can of him, then letting a hand work over what I can’t.
I feel Adam’s entire body flinch. His head tilts back as he drags out a “Fuck.”
Yep, I loved that. Pushing myself a little deeper, I choke slightly, and Adam’s hand comes up to my ponytail, pushing me down gently. “That’s it, choke on it, Mia. Get it nice and wet.”
God, I’ll tell you, I’ve never particularly been a fan of giving blow jobs. The idea feels more like a chore, but at the sight of Adam, my mouth watered… Now, with his hand wrapped tightly around my hair and his words—I could do this every day.
Dipping back down, I go until I choke again, Adam hardens in my mouth, and I feel this twitch in his muscle on his thighs. When I come back up, I let my hand take over and spit on his tip, then bring it down with my hand.
Locking my eyes on him, his head falls back again in pleasure. “Shit, that’s my good girl.”
I swear, I feel his words in my core. My mouth is back on him again.
I need more of those praises.
Adam leans up, sending him farther back than I’ve taken him, and I almost panic, but breathing in and out of my nose, I calm myself.
I feel my bra snap and it goes loose on my shoulders. “Let me see those gorgeous tits, Mia.”
Sliding it off, an idea comes to me. Adjusting on my knees, I lean up, pressing his cock in between my breasts. “Like this?”
I spit down on his length again then slide my body up and down slowly.
Adam growls another “Fuck,” and I feel that one in my pussy. I’m torn between needing more of this power to drive him crazy and have him give me an orgasm that will absolutely change my brain chemistry.
I get a few more bounces up and down his length before his hands grip my arms. “Baby, I’m about to break you.”
“Good.” I hold his gaze, then the worst realization hits me. “Shit, condom?”
A corner of his mouth tilts up. “In my pocket.”
“Ah, Adam Reyer.” Letting go of my boobs, I rifle around on the floor for his pants. “Were you hoping to get lucky tonight?” Finding the foil, I rip it open, giving him a very playful grin.
“Maybe,” he admits, then gestures to the condom in my hand. “Put it on.”
Taking his length back in my hand, I work him over a few times just for the fun of it. I take it back in my mouth to get a few more moans from him, but when he tugs on my ponytail, I pop off and put the condom on with a smile on my face.
I barely get it all the way down before he’s standing up from the couch and picking me up in his arms. “Hold on tight for a second.”
I raise an eyebrow but when I feel his hands move, I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze my thighs around his waist. “Adam—” I get cut off with the sound of fabric tearing and my underwear being pulled off. “Did you just rip—”
“They were in my way.” Adam’s mouth captures mine. His tip sits at my entrance and being the brat that I am, I do what I can manage by moving my hips. One hand tightly grips my ass while the other yanks out my ponytail. “You ready? I’ll ease in slow at first.”
The demand for him to go right in is on the tip of my tongue. I was promised a breaking, and that’s what I want, but when he doesn’t sit us back on the couch or make moves for the floor, it hits me that he’s about to hold me up while he lowers me down on his cock.
At the first few inches, I nip at his lip while I kiss him. A couple more and my nails are digging into his back.
“Shit, Mia, you feel so good,” Adam groans.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I somehow manage to breathe out, “More.” God knows he’s not all the way in yet.
Adam’s small laugh vibrates against my neck and while I wait for more of his deliciously dirty words in my ear, he drops me the rest of the way down.
Getting all of him has my body tensing entirely. My nails dig in deeper as I breathe through the shock. Leaning back slightly, I meet his dark golden eyes. “Now, move.”
This wicked smirk comes to his face, and just as quickly as he lifts my entire body back up, he drops me right back down.
Words continue to fall out of my head every time he repeats the movement. I knew from looking at him the very first time that he could throw me around in the bedroom, but this—the reality feels fucking amazing.
My legs tingle and my core tightens. “Hell, Adam, I think I’m going to come already.”
“Go ahead,” he growls then picks up the pace, tilting his body slightly to where his pelvis hits my clit.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. I completely lose myself to the sensation radiating through me that it’s not till my back hits the couch that I realize Adam’s pulled out and he drops to his knees.
His mouth is on my center, lapping up every drop of my orgasm. The sound the man lets out at my taste has another one threatening to start. One hand lies on the flat of my stomach while the other reaches up and wraps around my neck.
He holds me so securely in place while he continues to devour me, and that second wave hits. My hips buck but Adam doesn’t budge, he continues to eat me out like a starved man.
My entire body feels charged to the point that I need him inside of me again. The absence of him is near painful.
I grab at his shoulder, and pant out a “please” the best I can and hope he knows what I’m asking for.
With one more lick up my center, he starts to kiss up my body. There’s no easing in this time, but there’s no need. I greedily swallow this man up.
Adam’s moaned curses are a symphony to my ears, and his praises of how good I take him are definitely giving me a complex. His pace aligns with the breaking he promised, and I believe I am thoroughly ruined because there is no way anyone else could make me feel this good.