She moaned and shimmied against him, the motion both freeing her from her underwear while rubbing her against his already aching cock. Sparks of teeth-gritting pain shot up his spine. If he didn’t get inside her soon....
“Wait,” she said, pushing him back. “We don’t have a condom.”
He reached into his wallet and pulled out the one he’d tucked in there a few mornings ago. “I’ve learned to be prepared when it comes to you.”
Relief softened the tension in her face. She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him back to her, assuming control of the kisses with a passion that left him breathless. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and he set a new record for donning the proper attire for the occasion.
All it took was the subtle prompt of cupping her ass to have her jump into his arms and wrap her legs around his waist. He wasted no time sliding into that hot, slick place that fit him so perfectly. A sigh of contentment filled the empty hallway, but he had no idea if it came from him or her.
Sometime during all the commotion, she’d managed to slip his jacket off, leaving him only in his dress shirt as he pumped his hips back and forth, slamming his cock into her over and over again like a madman. Every stroke was pure bliss. Every cry of passion that came from her lips was sweeter than any music he’d ever heard. Every rake of her nails along his back drove him forward like a coachman’s whip.
“More, Adam, more.” Lia writhed against the wall, her eyes half-closed, her breath coming as quickly as his. Her body tightened around him, from her arms and legs to the tight walls of her sex.
His own body tightened in response, his balls rising, increasing the pressure building at the base of his shaft. He fought to hold it back, to make sure she enjoyed the same explosion of pleasure he knew was lying ahead of him, despite the frenzied nature of their fucking. “Oh, God, Lia, I can’t, I can’t—”
The words died in his mouth as a feral growl took their place. He plunged into her one final time before surrendering to his orgasm. But that last stroke was all she needed to join him over the edge. Her higher pitched scream joined his, her sex tightening and releasing in perfect rhythm with the waves of release rolling through his cock. His legs wobbled from the intensity of it all, and they slid down the wall together.
Minutes passed as his pulse drummed through his body like a marching band doing a victory celebration. Sweat beaded along the nape of his neck, dampening his hair where her fingers twirled through the strands. He sucked in a deep breath that was scented with peaches, sex, and another note that was undeniably Lia.
“I—” she began before breaking off into a nervous giggle. “I’ve never done anything like that.”
He lifted his head from where is rested against her hair and pressed his forehead against hers. “Neither have I.”
His confession bought another giggle from her, less nervous this time. “It’s always been one of my little fantasies, but it was far better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
She took the words right out of his mouth. He pulled her closer to him, tucking her head under his chin. “I hope you’ll forgive me for being so blunt. I’m finding that I’m having a hard time controlling my desire for you.”
“I would have stopped you if I didn’t feel the same way.”
What strange twist of fate had brought her into his life this way? Oh, wait, his mother. But for once, perhaps his mother knew what she was doing by forcing them to meet each other.
A blast of cold air from the vent above reminded him that they were sitting in the middle of a hallway without their pants. He kissed the top of her head and loosened his arms around her. “Perhaps we should get dressed.”
She nodded, her bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly. “I suppose you’re right. I have to start closing.”
“Maybe I should hang around until you’ve finished.” His cock twitched to life, already growing hard at the idea of making love to her again. “We can go back to my place when you’re done.”
She laughed and ran her finger along his shaft. “At the rate we’re going, you’ll be ready to go again by the time we reach the staircase. And then I’d be all distracted because all I’d be thinking about would be when I can have you inside me again.”
He remained where he was as she got up and put on her underwear and pants. Something in her words troubled him. Their sexual chemistry was undeniable. But was there anything more between them? Did they have enough in common outside the bedroom to turn this from a fling into a long-term relationship?
The night he cooked her dinner came to mind as he pulled his pants back on. Yes, they’d been able to chat, to enjoy each other’s company before things eventually turned to the bedroom. And as much as he enjoyed getting twisted in the sheets with her, he now found himself craving something different.
“Lia, would you like to meet me for lunch tomorrow?”
She froze like he’d just asked her to jump into Lake Michigan in the middle of a blizzard. “You mean like this?”
“No, I mean like you and me, fully clothed, enjoying a meal together.”
Her lips parted for a few seconds, her expression wistful, before the practical edge returned to her voice. “As much as I’d love to join you, I can’t. I have to tend to my own lunch crowd here.”
“Can’t you play hooky for a day?” He pulled her back into his arms, placing several light kisses along her face. “It’s just for a few hours, and I promise to have you back in plenty of time to prep for dinner.”
She gave him a half-hearted shove, followed by a laugh when he continued to plant small pecks on her cheeks. “You don’t give up until you get what you want, do you?”
“Now you know why I always get what I want.”
“Fine, but that means I can’t come home with you tonight. I have to get everything ready for lunch without me.”
“I’ll make that sacrifice.” Besides, he’d already scratched his itch moments before and cleared the lust haze from his mind. “Can you meet me at eleven?”
“Where?”
It only took him a split second to come up with the one place he knew he’d be able to keep his hands off of her. “My mother’s house in Highland Park.”
Chapter Twelve
Lia double-checked the address Adam had given her. Yep, this was the right house. Or mansion, to be more precise. When her mother had told her a few weeks ago that the lake house was more a cabin compared to Maureen Kelly’s Highland Park home, she hadn’t been kidding. A lead weight dropped to her stomach as she came up the circular driveway, her palms sweating on the steering wheel.
By the time she rang the doorbell, her hands refused to stay still. She checked her appearance in the glass in case she’d missed some small smear of her lipstick or piece of lint on her shirt. Adam and his family were part of the Chicago elite, no matter how much they downplayed it, and she was out of her realm.
She braced for a slobbering mound of white fur when the door opened, but saw only Adam. “Where’s Jasper?”
“Don’t worry about him. I took care of that problem.” He took her hand and led her inside, pausing only to press a quick kiss on her lips. “It’s just you and me today.”
Her stomach began to unwind as she gazed up the massive carved cherry-wood staircase. “Your mother isn’t here?”