Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
ADAM
Smiling and stifling a yawn, I glanced down at the mess of dark red curls fanned out on my chest. Lyla’s leg was draped over mine, her hand tucked under my side.
I’d been awake for almost half an hour, trying not to move and wake her.
My body had gotten used to waking up before seven each morning over the past three days, so it was no surprise I woke as the sun arose.
A full day off felt like the best kind of luxury, and I was excited about the opportunity to spend the day with Lyla.
She’d barely stirred when I got back late after another long shift.
Part of me had hoped I would be back early enough to grab dinner with her.
And maybe convince her to let me make her come with my tongue again.
I had not stopped thinking about it since Monday night.
I craved her in a way I’d never craved a woman before.
I held my breath as she stirred slightly. It had to be after seven thirty already, and her physical therapy was at ten. She would want breakfast and coffee before we left. So, as much as I hated to do it, I needed to wake her up shortly.
I ran one hand up and down her back. After a moment, she shifted and groaned.
“I’m not ready to get up,” she mumbled. “Can I skip PT and just stay in bed with you?”
Grinning at the visuals my mind conjured up, I swallowed down the urge to tell her yes. Because I fucking loved that idea. But I couldn’t say yes. Her physical therapy appointments were important.
Her mom had taken her on Monday, and Dylan had Ethan drive her yesterday.
I asked her at one point if she wanted to go get her car.
She was cleared to drive, and I thought she might appreciate the little bit of independence that brought her.
But she’d quickly said no. I was starting to worry the accident had left her nervous about getting behind the wheel.
She seemed completely fine when I was driving, though, so that didn’t make a lot of sense.
But being a passenger and getting behind the wheel were completely different things.
She shifted again and let out a tiny moan when her pussy rubbed against my leg. I pinched my eyes closed. I was not strong enough to stop this, nor did I want to. But we needed to be quick.
She gasped as I rolled her to her back, smirking at her as I pulled her tank top down to reveal one full, round breast. “We only have a few minutes.” I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers, and she arched up. “You gonna be a good girl and come quickly for me?”
With a nod, she bit down hard on her bottom lip. I claimed her mouth and moved my hand lower, trailing under the waistband of her sleep shorts and panties. Damn. She was already soaking wet. I swallowed down her moans as I pushed two digits inside of her and circled her clit with my thumb.
Her breathing sped up as I quickly slid my fingers in and out. She broke the kiss, throwing her head back, and I trailed my mouth down her neck, sucking hard on the skin there. The need to leave my mark on her, claim her as mine, was overwhelming.
Her inner walls tightened around me, and I curled my fingers, seeking that spot that would send her flying over the edge. “Come for me, love,” I murmured against her ear.
She gripped my biceps, digging her nails in, and screamed out as her slick channel pulsed with waves of pleasure. I slowed my movements and peppered kisses along her jaw and down the column of her throat.
“Adam,” she said, her voice still heavy with lust.
I raised up on my elbow to look at her. She studied me for a moment, uncertainty swimming in her blue irises. My stomach bottomed out and fear gripped me as I contemplated what the look in her eyes meant.
“I want to make you feel good too.”
Her sleepy voice was whisper-quiet and raspy, bringing a myriad of feelings. I closed my eyes briefly as relief hit me. She didn’t want to slow down. Or worse, go back to being just friends. My heart wouldn’t be able to handle that.
I opened my mouth to respond, mostly to tell her that making her come does make me feel good.
She pressed one finger against my lips and shook her head. “I know we don’t have time right now. But next time, I want to watch you come undone as I take you in my mouth.”
My cock jumped at the idea, the fact that she was already planning for a next time making me overwhelmingly happy.
But what did it mean? I didn’t want to push her for more than she was ready for. And never had I ever wanted any kind of label with a woman, but damn, did I want that with her.
I brushed her curls away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. “I can’t wait to feel your lips wrapped around me.”
She sighed. “Wish we didn’t have to get up.”
“Me too, love.” I bent and placed a quick kiss on her lips. “But if you want breakfast and coffee, we'd better get a move on.”
“Fine,” she said with a pout.
I chuckled and rolled off her, climbing out of bed. “Gonna jump in the shower real quick.”
She raised up on her elbows, her brows pulling together as her eyes lowered to my hardened length tenting my boxer briefs.
I shot her a smirk. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait and let you take care of that later.” I winked. “But I’m not sure I can leave this room if I don’t at least take a cold shower.”
“So I guess joining you is out of the question?”
“Fuck, love. Are you trying to kill me today?”
She chuckled with a slight shrug, and I shook my head and trudged toward the bathroom, fighting the urge to say screw physical therapy and have her join me in the shower. On her knees, preferably. Or better yet, straddling my lap on the bench seat and riding my cock.
The shower helped my physical issue, but it did nothing to tame my desire for her. After she got a quick shower and we grabbed a bite to eat, we were on our way to her appointment. I reached over and entwined our hands. She smiled and relaxed back in her seat.
“So what’s the plan for after PT?”
“I figured we would grab lunch at some point and then head over to the shelter for the photo shoot.”
I slowed the car as we approached a closed intersection. There was a cop directing all traffic to turn right. Lyla stiffened, squeezing my hand slightly. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as her eyes went wide, locked on the scene of the two-car collision.
“Hey.” I brushed my thumb over the back of her hand, needing to draw her attention to me and away from the scene in front of us. “Look at me.”
She blinked and turned her head toward me.
I took a minute and ran down a quick assessment in my head.
How was her breathing? Was she shaking? Could I check her pulse without her realizing what I was doing?
At the moment, nothing screamed panic, but the original shallow breathing and wide eyes I noticed still had me concerned.
“You okay?” I finally asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Her brows pulled together. “Why?”
“Thought maybe the accident upset you.”
She yanked her gaze away and shifted in her seat. “Nah. I’m good.”
I studied her for another moment, wondering if she was even aware of her reaction. But there was no sign of anything now, so maybe I was just reading too much into it.
But if I wasn't, I'd be there to help her every way I could.