39. Ate And Left No Crumbs #2
He’s still looking at me now, even as I kick off my shoes in his front hallway, hang my coat in the closet.
I feel his gaze touch my back as I stroll down the hall and into the kitchen, gabbing on about anything and everything to distract me from the fact that, between all the staring, he hasn’t spoken a single damn word to me since we walked out on Courtney.
“Are you still up for dinner and drinks for Christmas Eve at Carter and Ollie’s tomorrow?
I found gingerbread Oreos at that little grocery store on the other side of town.
I picked them up for Carter.” I open the fridge, bulging my eyes at nothing as the cool air brushes my cheeks, a welcome reprieve from the sear of Adam’s gaze.
I grab a water bottle and close the door, guzzling half of it while I lean against the counter.
“Jaxon said he’s bringing Mittens, so Connor will be psyched.
Hey, did you see the weather forecast? It’s supposed to snow. Imagine that, huh? Snow.”
I drain the rest of the water, letting it sit in my cheeks for a moment as I bob my head.
Then, I do what I do best, make a fool out of myself when I forget to swallow before opening my mouth.
“Marco—” I sputter the water into my hands, waving my hand around like I’m not choking, my eyes watering.
“Marco was measuring my room yesterday. Says it’ll make a nice yoga studio.
Then Archie reminded him he hasn’t done yoga in two years, so Marco looked him dead in the eye while he ordered a new mat and five outfits from Lululemon.
” I force a chuckle as I head for the garage to recycle my bottle. “Yeah, I’m really gonna miss— ah
!”
Adam stops me with his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. Slowly, his fingers creep up into my hair, and he pulls my back against his chest. Soft lips touch the shell of my ear, hot, shuddered breaths rolling down my neck, pebbling my nipples beneath my top.
“Lose the fucking clothes, trouble.”
“Clothes? But—”
“Lose. The fucking. Clothes
.”
I tear at my hoodie, yanking it over my head.
The jeans go next, and when one pant leg gets caught around my ankle, Adam pushes me against the wall, holding me there with his hand between my shoulder blades while he ditches my pants.
His palm slides slowly down my spine, and he flicks the clasp on my bra, guiding the straps down my arms. Thumbs hook in my panties, and the torturous speed he drags them over my hips, down my legs, has me trembling.
His chest presses against my back as he palms one breast, his other hand pushing between my legs. I sigh as he strokes me, and he hums as I soak his fingers.
“What did you say back there? At the coffee shop?”
I close my eyes, trying to remember the words that left that stunned look on Courtney’s face while he plunges two fingers inside me. “That I choose you. Every day.”
“Mmm. And that last piece? About the happy ending?”
“It’s you. You’re my happy ending.”
He shudders, his hand coasting up to grip my throat as he opens his mouth on my neck, slow, wet kisses and grazing teeth.
His bulge presses into my lower back, and I smile as the realization hits.
He’s turned on. I stuck up for him, to someone who’s done nothing but hurt and disrespect him, and he’s turned on.
“I love you, Adam. I’m always going to love you.”
There’s a brief pause where his movements still and he rests his forehead on my shoulder, like he’s savoring the moment. And then he spins me around, tosses me over his shoulder, and carries me back into the kitchen.
He drops me on the island, a starved look in his eyes as he holds my gaze and discards his clothes behind him. Jesus, I’ve never seen him so hard, standing so tall, so proud, his cock bobs against his belly button.
“Spread your legs,” he demands, fisting his cock. “Show me that perfect, wet pussy.”
I set my feet flat on the counter, baring myself to him. His deep-belly groan sends a shiver down my spine, and heat settles in my clit, throbbing with need as he wraps his fingers around my ankles, settling himself between my legs.
“That’s a good girl, angel. Want me to show you how good?”
“Yes, please.”
I’m hot all over, a wild, unrestrained need for this man to bury himself inside me until he’s all I can feel, until I can’t remember my own name.
He guides me down to my back, spreading me out on the countertop, pressing tender kisses along the inside of my thigh. Electric blue eyes flip to mine, and my teeth press into my trembling lower lip as I watch his tongue flick out, licking me slowly from bottom to top.
“I’ll never get over the way you taste,” is all he says, barely a murmur, and then he dives in.
God, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, the way he eats me.
Feral and starved, like he needs me to survive.
Reverent and all-consuming, like he worships every inch of this body.
He laps at my pussy, sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, sinks two fingers inside me, and fucks me until I see stars, bucking my hips and tearing at his soft curls.
And when he’s done, he pulls me up, yanks me to the edge of the counter, and wraps my legs around his hips.
Fingers sift through my waves, tightening around them as he forces my gaze to his, drops his sweet mouth against mine for a long, slow kiss. And when he drives himself inside me, pulling a cry from my throat as his fingertips dig into my hip, I swear to God I see the light.
“If I’m your happy ending, you’re my heaven. There’s nothing else I need from this world. I could live here forever, in this place where I’m yours and you’re mine. There’s never been anything more beautiful than this version of paradise. I’m certain of it.”