Chapter 19 #2
She whimpered as she looked up at him, her face flushed and her lips swollen from his kisses. “You have no idea how lucky you were to get that one.”
“It wasn’t luck,” he said with a cocky grin. He hooked his arms under her legs and moved them farther apart, which sent him deeper.
Judging from her gasp, he’d found the spot he was looking for and kept up the deep strokes until she came again.
“So beautiful,” he said, staring down into her eyes when he finally took his own pleasure, although pleasure wasn’t a good enough word to describe it. It was bliss, ecstasy and, in many ways, deliverance from a past that hadn’t included feelings like those she aroused in him.
He released her legs but couldn’t bring himself to disengage from her, not as long as her internal muscles continued to ripple with aftershocks that had him hard again in record time.
Still lodged deep within her, he worked a hand under her to squeeze her bottom.
“How do you feel?” he asked, worried that he’d been too rough.
“I…I don’t know.”
He raised his head from her shoulder so he could see her face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, God, no… It was… I don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand, honey?”
“I’ve had all these problems with sex, but with you… I didn’t know it could be like that. I felt like I was someone else.”
“You’re the same beautiful, sexy woman you’ve always been—the same beautiful, sexy woman who knows what she needs in bed and finally told someone.
You gave me the keys, baby.” He kissed her once, twice and then a third time because the first two were so satisfying.
“You told me what to do, and I did it. That’s all it was. ”
“You say that like it was no big deal, when it was a huge deal for me.”
“It was for me, too. I love the way you feel, so hot and so sweet at the same time. You make me crazy.”
She curled her legs around his, drawing him deeper into her. “Will you do it again?”
Adam laughed, delighted by her. “As many times as you can handle.”
“I’ve got a lot of fake orgasms to make up for.”
“Good thing we’ve got all night.”
“I think we’re going to need it.”
Feeling like she’d just been admitted to a secret club where all the answers to her most vexing questions were housed, Abby gorged on him. They did it with her on top, and then he took her from behind and blew her mind all over again. She was officially addicted to sex with Adam McCarthy.
“You’re a fucking god,” she declared at four a.m. when they finally collapsed on the bed, seven orgasms later.
“Excellent swearing.” His chest heaved from the effort to draw air.
Abby should’ve been utterly exhausted, but she was exhilarated instead. She caressed his chest and belly, where his penis lay spent. “I think we broke it,” she said, studying him with puckered lips that amused him.
“You’d better think of some way to fix it if you want more.”
She had an idea of what fixing it might require, another act she’d never particularly cared for in the past. But after all he’d given her, she was willing to try for his sake.
Rising to her knees, Abby began with kisses to his belly, giving special attention to each of the well-defined muscles that rippled in response. She moved down to discover he was fully onboard with her mission. “That didn’t take much effort on my part.”
“He’s not completely convinced, so you might want to make sure he’s here to stay.”
She smiled as she took him in hand, stroking him gently, trying to learn what he liked—and what he didn’t. There seemed to be much more of the former than the latter. “I’m not very good at this.”
“You’re holding the evidence to the contrary.”
“What do you like?”
“Anything you want to do. I promise I’ll like it.”
“Anything?”
“Use your imagination.”
“How’s this?” Abby bent down to run her tongue over the tip, which drew a sharp inhale from him.
“Very good. Do it again.”
She did it a second time, adding a bit of suction.
When he fisted a handful of her hair, she let him guide her down, taking him into her mouth. “Use your tongue. Yes, yes, like that. Abby… How can you say you’re not good at this?”
Encouraged by his response, she took him deeper the next time.
“Stop.” He tugged gently on her hair. “Stop.”
She looked up at him. “Did I do it wrong?”
“No.” Adam sat up and reached for another condom and then for her. “You did it perfectly right. So right that I’m about to explode—again.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Come here.”
“I’m here.”
“Closer.”
Abby straddled his lap. “Is this close enough?”
“Almost.” With his hands cupping her bottom, he raised her and brought her down on his length.
“Is this close enough?” she asked.
“Not quite.” His lips hovered close to hers, and his chest hair tickled her breasts as she took him in. “Now wrap your arms and legs around me. That’s it. Tighter. Mmm. Perfect. Finally close enough.”
Abby took advantage of the opportunity to comb her fingers through his thick dark hair. “I love your hair.”
“I love this spot on your neck,” he said, placing a kiss that made her sigh. “You do that every time I kiss you there.”
“Do what?”
“Sigh with pleasure—at least I hope it’s pleasure.”
“It is.” She’d never known such pleasure. Sex without anxiety was all new to her, and she discovered she quite liked it. “So much pleasure, I’m drunk on it.”
“So much better than tequila, huh?”
“Way better.”
“Kiss me.”
Happy to do as he asked, Abby brought her lips down on his and kept them there as he picked up the pace.
When he reached down to coax another orgasm from her, she tore her lips free and held on tight to him.
As she climbed toward release, she couldn’t believe the way he seemed to always know what she needed.
Lost in a sea of overwhelming pleasure, Abby was barely aware of him turning them so he was on top as he drove them to the finish line, which they reached together in a moment of utter harmony.
They remained locked together for a long time afterward.
Abby had never felt closer or more in tune with another human being.
Here was what she’d always wanted and had begun to fear she’d never find.
Once again, however, she’d ended up with a man whose home and life were elsewhere.
She wouldn’t think about that until she had to, she decided as he lay heavy and warm on top of her.
For now, for as long as they had together, she’d enjoy every minute and then let him go when the time came.
“I can feel you thinking again.”
“How can you feel someone thinking?”
“You get all tense, and your lips get tight.” He traced a finger over her mouth to make his point. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Nothing, really.”
“Don’t start lying to me now, Abs. Not when you’ve been so honest about everything else.”
His insight only made him more appealing, if that was possible. “I wish things were different. That’s all.”
“What things?”
“I wish you were planning to stay here, for one thing.”
“How do you know I’m not?”
“Maddie said something tonight about you going back to New York to deal with your company. That was news to me.”
“Sorry you had to hear it that way. Nothing has happened yet beyond asking my lawyer to get involved. I expect it to drag on for months, which is why I didn’t say anything. There’s nothing to say until something happens.”
“What’ll you do if you win?”
His hand moved in a soft caress on her back. “Hard to say until it happens. If it happens.”
“What made you decide to fight?”
“I got past the shock of it all and finally got mad. When I called my lawyer, he was already mad on my behalf and had only been waiting for my call to press forward. He says we have a very strong case.” Adam shrugged.
“I’m trying not to think about it until I hear more from him.
” He raised his head from her chest and kissed her.
“I’m sorry you heard it from someone other than me. ”
“It’s okay. I understand why you wouldn’t want to talk about it.”
“In the meantime,” he said, kissing her, “I’m right where I want to be.”
“So am I.”
When he started to withdraw from her, Abby stopped him. “Stay.” She wanted him to stay forever but would never ask that of him. She told herself this was enough. If it was all they ever had, it would be enough. But even as she had the thought, she knew it wasn’t true.
Adam woke to sun streaming in the window and Abby warm and naked in his arms, her legs wrapped up in his.
Since he couldn’t move without disturbing her, he stayed still and enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the morning after a night he wouldn’t soon forget.
The sex had been incredible. But more incredible had been the emotion, the intimacy and the connection he’d experienced with her.
Now that he knew what he’d been missing with Sasha, he couldn’t believe he’d stayed with her as long as he had. He was more convinced than ever that she’d done him a huge favor by screwing him over—in more ways than one.
If he were being honest, it was also a huge relief to no longer have the weight of responsibility for the company weighing on him every minute of every day.
For many, many years, he’d loved the work, the rat race and the thrill of watching the company he’d built from nothing find success unlike anything he could’ve dreamed of at the beginning.
But after nearly two weeks away, it was a major revelation to realize he didn’t miss it—at all.
With his mind and body fully relaxed and sated from the best sex of his life, Adam dozed off again, waking to his ringing phone sometime later.
After years of running for ringing phones, he ignored it because he could.
When it rang again about five minutes later, he thought about getting up to find it but couldn’t seem to work up the effort it would take. The third time it rang, Abby stirred.
“Is that your phone?”