14. Is That…Vibrating? #2
dreaming of his fingers sliding higher, dipping below the hem of my dress in the dark. And I did not
wear my prettiest pair of pink silk panties in hopes that he might touch them, or better yet, see them.
Absolutely not.
Okay, fine, but it’s not my fault. We’ve been spending so much time together, with Connor and without, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed every single time that man has put his tongue in my mouth over the last week.
I’m starting to crave…I don’t know exactly, but more.
A little bit more. Sue me for hoping I might get it tonight.
The elevator pops open, revealing the very man I can’t stop thinking about, his head down as he examines the plethora of brightly colored packages swept up in his arms.
“Adam. Hey. I was just coming down to get those. You didn’t have to…” My words trail as his face slowly lifts, mouth hanging open, cheeks pink. At the same time I note the look in his eyes—intrigued, and yet, slightly scared—I note the faint buzzing sound coming from one of the packages.
Adam takes a step toward me, and I take one back, hand at my throat in case I need to squeeze it to stop from, oh, I don’t know, throwing up?
“What’s that?” I whisper, but I already know.
Adam takes another careful step toward me, then another, until I’m plastered against the wall.
“Uh, the delivery guy…he was…and I was coming in to get you…and so I thought…” He opens his mouth, then pauses, brows pulled down like he’s lost for words.
“And then I…and then this one…” He holds up the buzzing package, at least eight inches in length, hot pink with neon yellow letters that read FOR HER PLEASURE
all over it. Adam swallows, and blood thunders in my ears. “It started…vibrating.”
“I didn’t buy those,” I blurt out. “I-I-I…I didn’t.” Adam’s mouth quirks, a tiny tug on one side, like he either doesn’t believe me or suddenly finds this horrific situation… endearing
. And I don’t know why—I should be squeezing my throat, stopping it—but I go for it: word vomit.
“Archie told me to and I said no but he-he-he never listens to me and I haven’t had an orgasm in a long time and never with another person.
” My hands fly to my mouth, slapping over my gasp, eyes wide.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe I just said that. ”
I clear my throat, scooping the several packages out of Adam’s arms and into my own. “Excuse me for a moment.”
It starts a casual stroll back down the hall but turns into an angry, fast stomp.
“Figured you’d be back,” Archie mumbles when I burst through the door.
“You motherfucker,” I grit out, dropping the bundle on our kitchen table. Seven. There are seven. Fucking. Packages.
“I hate you.”
“Mhmm. Tell me again after you give those a whirl.” He cocks his head at the buzzing sound. “You already turn one on?”
“No, Archie, I did not.” I pick up the vibrating package, trying to ignore how long this thing is. “Adam picked these up for me in the lobby, and this one started buzzing
in his hands.”
He and Marco stare at each other for five silent seconds. Then they explode with laughter.
I let the pink package fly before I turn around, throwing my middle finger up over my shoulder when a satisfying thwack
sounds as the package makes contact. “Fuck you very much.”
* * *
My silk panties have been wasted.
Okay, not a total waste. I feel sexy wearing them, and every time Adam’s hands grazed slowly up my thigh, the anticipation alone was worth it. It’s not as if I actually
expected him to get touchy during a movie, with people around, even though it was dark and we were parked all the way at the back, so if he’d really
wanted to, he could have
. Just saying.
Now it’s midnight, we’re driving along a back road in the middle of nowhere, and the last place I want to go is home.
I can’t tear my gaze off Adam, one hand on the steering wheel, legs spread wide, his ebony curls ruffling in the breeze from the open window. He’s so relaxed, so at home, so freaking beautiful
, and he’s here with me.
Adam looks over at me, the same way he’s been doing every thirty seconds, cobalt blue eyes alight.
A gentle smile starts in the corners of his mouth before exploding into a cheek-splitting grin when he catches me staring.
He reaches over, fingers spreading over my thigh, sliding achingly slowly up, up, up, until he reaches the hem of my dress and squeezes.
“Whatcha thinking about, pretty girl?”
“I’m not ready to go home.”
His eyes drop to my lips, skim down my arms, coast the length of my bare legs before coming back up to mine. “No?”
I shake my head.
“Not tired?”
“Not yet,” I breathe out.
“Mmm…”
My eyes hook on his middle finger, following its path as the tip drags slowly along my thigh, around my knee, coming back up the inside. All of the air is sucked out of the car, and my heart pounds a relentless beat in my chest before dropping between my legs.
“Hmm.” He steals his touch back, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. Leaning forward, he stares out the windshield, brows furrowed.
“What?”
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and hums. “Think we’re lost.”
“Lost?” I look around at the black night. In the light of the moon, all I can see are trees and never-ending fields. “Here?”
“Mhmm. Don’t know how that happened.” He pulls the truck over and cuts the ignition, leaving only the radio running.
He fiddles with his phone before soft, slow music pours from the speakers, drenching the summer night air.
“Might as well make the best of it,” he says with a sneaky smirk before he hops out.
I’m not sure what he means, but I watch with rapt attention as he rounds the hood, opens my door, holds his hand out to me.
“Dance with me, trouble.”
A giggle slips free, and Adam’s hands swallow my waist, lifting me from the truck.
Long fingers tangle with mine, pulling me before the dim headlights, beneath the dancing stars above.
He wraps one arm around my waist and smiles at me before tugging me into his chest, his lithe body swaying against mine as he hums along to the music.
“Can I tell you something?” he murmurs, sinking his hand into the hair at the back of my head, holding me close.
“I’m never ready to say good night. Not to you, Rosie.
” Soft lips touch the spot below my ear, nibble along the edge of my jaw before claiming my mouth.
His tongue sweeps inside, slow, deep, purposeful, and so damn hot every inch of me singes with heat.
“If I never had to close my eyes again, that’d be okay, so long as I could keep them on you.
Can’t seem to take them off you whenever you’re around. ”
I curl my fingers into his curls and try my best to hold on. “You can’t?”
He shakes his head. “I know what movie we saw, but I couldn’t tell you a damn thing that happened.” He pulls my hands from his hair, twining his fingers with mine and raising them above his head, spinning me out before pulling me right back in.
He twists a lock of hair around his pointer finger.
“All I could see was the way you twined these waves around your fingers while you watched me from the corner of your eye.” His finger glides across my collarbone, dragging the strap of my dress off my shoulder, touching his lips to the freckles that live there.
“The way the light from the screen danced along these shoulders.” With two fingers, he lifts my chin.
“The way the moon shone in these eyes every damn time you smiled at me, like you were as happy to be there with me as I was with you. Fuck, I love these fucking eyes.”
His name leaves my lips on a whimper, and he wastes no time swallowing it, hands on my ass as he lifts me to him, my legs winding around his waist as he carries me around the truck. There’s a low thud
, and my heartbeat trips when he drops me on his tailgate.
Adam’s hands land on either side of me, bracketing me in as he leans over me. “So you’re gonna need to tell me what that movie was about, because I sure as fuck don’t know. All I know is you, Rosie. And I think that’s all I want to know.”
I lick my lips, the look in his eyes heady and starved. “I don’t know,” I admit.
“No?”
“No. I wasn’t…I wasn’t watching either.”
“Mmm…” His gaze drops to my thighs, and they spread for him, inviting him in, closer. I see the pleased smile he tries to hide before he steps between them, hands gliding up my legs, fingertips dipping below my dress, grabbing my hips. “So then what were you doing?”
“I was…” Fire brews in my belly and dries my throat as he shifts my dress higher and higher. “Distracted.”
“Distracted by what?”
“Your hand—you were doing—you kept—” His warm palm slides down my thigh, thumb skimming the hem of my dress. A shuddering breath escapes my throat, and I sigh as my skin dots with goose bumps. “Yeah. That.”
He chuckles lowly, warm breath skittering across my bare shoulder as he presses his lips there, trailing his mouth toward my neck, along the slope, finding its way to my ear. “I’m sorry I’m a distraction. But it’s only fair, isn’t it? If I’m not watching, neither are you.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t…” My head drops between my shoulders as Adam pushes me back just a touch, one hand on my chest, the other wrapped around my bare hip as he opens his warm mouth against my neck. “I wasn’t making you…wild…by touching you.”
“Wild?”
“It was too much…and not enough. I wanted…” I gasp as he tugs the strap off my shoulder, slides his mouth along it, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his tongue soothes the faint bite. “More. God, I wanted more.”
“Is that right?” he murmurs. “You wanted to be touched where anyone could’ve seen you?”
“I…I don’t know.” Is that what I wanted? Out in the open, under the fake security that blanketed us beneath the dark sky? Would I have let him?
I know as soon as the question skates across my mind that the answer is yes. Not just yes, but hell yes