Chapter 23 #2
There are things he’s said to me through the years, you look better without makeup, I love your laugh, you’re not like other girls, compliments that would make someone think twice.
But until this moment, they all seemed like observations that a friend would say to another—or at least I’ve convinced myself of that.
“I think there are a lot of things we’ve each said that the other didn’t really hear,” I say.
He nods, knowing exactly what I mean. “How are you feeling?”
“Happy,” I say honestly, but for some reason, I don’t tell him the most recent news.
Telling Adam about the show opens the door to a conversation I’m not ready to have, at least not tonight.
Right now, I feel good because I’m with him, not because of the show, and I want to relish that feeling. “But I could be happier.”
His eyebrows rise but he doesn’t move from his spot. “How can I help?”
There are a lot of things I know about Adam Harper, and one thing I know for sure is that the man aims to please.
I’ve witnessed him creating dishes with precision and attention to detail with each and every ingredient.
He knows exactly which seasonings bring out certain flavors in different proteins and what wine pairs well with what dessert.
Once, he told me that the curation of the perfect plate is not unlike lovemaking, at which I laughed but now I know what he meant.
If tonight is going to be anything like the way he cooks, I already know how satisfied I’m going tobe.
“Touching me would be a good start,” I say.
I slowly walk over to him, my heels clicking with each step. Even in my shoes, Adam’s still a good six inches taller than I am. My hands grab onto his lapels, and I run the fabric between my fingers while he starts tracing the skin from the top of my arm down to my elbow.
“Do you have any idea how crazy you’ve been driving me?” he says, his voice low.
“Oh?” I look up at him through my eyelashes. “Why’s that?”
“Your skin.” He slowly turns me, then carefully pulls my hair to the other side, exposing my bare back. “Your smell.” He gives me a kiss on my neck that makes me shiver while he moves his finger down my spine. “Your taste.”
His breath makes me arch my spine, resulting in my pushing up against him. He hisses and gently bites my shoulder while one hand wraps around me, touching just under my breast.
“Adam,” I breathe out.
“What do you want, June?”
My thoughts are unclear. This isn’t like the other night in the kitchen, urgency rushing through us. He’s taking his time, soaking up every moment of this, and it’s driving me crazy.
“I want…” I try my best to focus. “I want you .” I look up at him, and I’ve said it. I’ve said the words that have always scared me…and we’re going to do this. Finally.
His hands explore my body—my hips, my waist, my back, my shoulders—but never touch the areas I want him to. It’s in this moment I learn how underrated foreplay really is. There are only thin layers of fabric between us, but I’m dying to rip them off. Well, I want him to rip them off.
Adam’s pressed against my backside, and fully hard. I reach behind me and feel all of him, but he swiftly grabs my wrist and spins me around, so I’m now pinned against the wall.
“Just wait.” He starts kissing my neck, and with every nip of my skin it’s almost embarrassing how quickly I’m becoming undone.
His hands travel from my waist down to cup my ass, and the way he’s grabbing me is unlike any way I’ve ever been touched.
Like I’m the most tempting thing he’s ever laid his handson.
“Upstairs…” I run my fingers through his hair and lean my head back against the wall.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, and then his body starts to move lower, until he’s on his knees.
It’s like he’s hypnotized. My heels are still on, but he has a grasp on the backs of my ankles, and he moves his hands slowly up my calves to my thighs.
I gasp more the higher he goes, as he feels every part of skin underneath my dress.
Then he reaches for the sides of my thong, keeping his eyes on me as he takes his time pulling it down.
I take a step out as he puts it in his back pocket, then watch him slightly push me apart and move his head forward.
“Adam, you don’t have to—”
Suddenly, his tongue is on me, and it makes my eyes roll back.
The feeling is something I could only have dreamed of…
and believe me, I’ve dreamed of it. My balance is lost for a second but he grips me, holding me up.
I move the side of my dress opposite the slit out of his face and stand there with my legs parted.
We’re placed perfectly in front of the mirror across the hall, and it’s the most erotic image I’ve ever seen.
He’s kissing me down there the way he would my lips and I don’t think I can handleit.
“So good,” he says between my legs.
“Let’s…have sex,” I say. It comes out so na?ve, but I can’t think straight.
He looks up at me, still rubbing the backs of my legs. “You don’t like this?”
What? “No, no, I do! I just, I want to make you feel good too.”
He pushes his tongue back inside of me. “This is good,” he says against my skin.
“But, Adam, I—” Oh shit. I lose my balance again and have to hold on to his shoulders.
My eyes roll back and I’m certain if we keep this up any longer, I’m going to fall apart.
“How are you…” The back of my head hits the wall, while one of my hands clutches his hair.
“…so good at this?” He doesn’t stop what he’s doing—he’s found a rhythm and I’m grinding myself onto him.
“Right there,” I breathe out, and I don’t think I’ve ever talked this much during any type of sexual act.
“Mhm,” he lets out, encouraging my movements.
“God, that feels so good,” I moan, and I don’t care how desperate I sound. His hands grip my thighs and spread me open a little bit more as his tongue finds its way deeper inside ofme.
“How do you taste so good?” His voice is muffled.
“Fuck. Adam,” I breathe. “I’m close.”
He lets out a growl that vibrates throughout my body and I let ecstasy take over me.
My eyes shut and I see nothing but white and feel Adam holding me up as I come undone.
I focus on nothing but the pure pleasure throughout my body and trust he won’t let me fall.
When I finally regain awareness, Adam stands up and wipes his thumb over his mouth.
“Upstairs,” he says.
There is nothing I want more than to rip his clothes off right here and now. I would happily have sex in the front foyer, but I nod and lead the way to his room.
There’s a chill when we step inside the bedroom, and I rub my arms as he closes the door behind us, as if we could be interrupted.
There’s a soft light from his lamp and the smell of pine and laundry.
As I approach the bed, he takes his suit jacket off and throws it onto a chair but doesn’t walk any closer.
Instead, he leans against the dresser and removes his cuff links, watching me like a lion watching its prey.
I slip my heels off and sit on the foot of his bed, but he still doesn’t move.
“Well?” I let out a laugh.
He puts his hands in his pockets and crosses an ankle over, which draws my eyes down to how hard heis.
“If I go over there”—he tips his chin in my direction—“there’s no going back, June.”
“I know.” I swallow. I’m ready. I’ve been ready.
He pushes himself off the dresser and holds a hand out in front of me. I take it and he pulls me up and our lips crash into each other. I fist his shirt and quickly undo each button. There is no subtlety on my end, and I really don’t care.
“Easy there,” he laughs as I pull off the material and toss it onto the floor. My eyes go wide as I take in the exposed torso in front of me, each muscle prominent.
“Okay, seriously…what the hell?” I say. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing someone as fit as Adam in real life, and I definitely haven’t touched anyone as fit. My hands smooth over his biceps and I breathe out. “This isn’t fair.”
It looks like Adam can actually blush. He tries to conceal a smile, but his cheeks tinge a soft pink. I reach for his belt and before I undo it, I place my palm against him, which makes him hiss, “June, fuck.”
“Yes, please.” I unhook his buckle, stealing another kiss. Before I can pull his pants down, he grabs my wrist and turns me to face away from him, pushing himself against me again, just as we were downstairs.
“Wait.” Adam lifts my left arm up and slowly pulls my zipper down, letting my dress fall off me. “I’ve wanted this…for so long. I want to savor it.”
I turn around and for the first time in my entire life, I’m naked in front of Adam Harper.
This isn’t how I pictured it would happen.
I would only sometimes allow my thoughts to wander here, being with Adam like this.
In those fantasies we were much younger, less jaded, and my body would be a result of performing fully choreographed numbers six nights a week.
But right now, being in front of him, nothing has felt more right.
I’m in my truest form, and the way Adam’s throat bobs at the sight of me makes me feel more attractive than I ever have.
“June…” His eyes travel across my body, lingering on my breasts. “You’re perfect.”
He had his face in between my legs just five minutes ago, yet somehow his words make me flush. “Thank you,” I say softly.
He sits down on the bed and kisses my stomach. My eyes close as I enjoy the feeling of his hands palming my ass. “So fucking perfect,” he says.