“About?” he murmurs over my lips, his eyes closed.
“Well…I’m still not ready to have sex, but…I was thinking that maybe…we could do, you know, other stuff.”
I feel his body stiffen, and his eyes open to meet mine. “Define other stuff.”
A blush creeps onto my cheeks. I feel a little embarrassed, talking about this. To be honest, I can’t believe I brought it up.
“I don’t know…just…all I do know is, when you kiss me…I want more.”
“More,” he echoes.
“Mmhmm…more.” My gaze flickers down.
“When? I mean, there’s no rush—”
“We could…now.” I bite my lip, suddenly feeling a little more than nervous.
Adam is up on his feet before I even get a chance to blink.
“Um, where are you going?” I stare up at him.
“You said now. And, well, I’m not doing more with you now, on this rock, with an audience.” He gestures out to the surf. “I thought we could go back to the house. Max will be out here surfing for hours, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.”
A thrill runs through me. “Okay.” I shove my sketchpad and pencil in my bag.
Adam climbs down the rock. I follow, loving the feel of his hands on my waist as he helps me down the last part. His hand grazes my ass.
“Copping a feel?” I smile.
“Totally.” He grins at me.
Linking his fingers through mine, he leads me on the short walk to the beach house.
By the time we reach the house, my body is a riot of nerves.
We’ve just gotten through the door when Adam has me backed up against it, his mouth on mine.
My bag drops to the floor. My hands go to his hair.
God, he smells amazing, like the ocean. I can taste the salt on his lips, and it just fuels me, making me want him even more.
This kiss is so different, compared to our others. There’s a need and urgency that hasn’t been there before, and I love that he wants me so badly.
His hands find my ass, and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist.
He carries me upstairs to his bedroom.
It’s not the first time I’ve been in here, but somehow, this feels different…because things will be different. We might not be about to have sex, but we’re going to reach a whole new level of intimacy.
He lays me down on the bed, coming down with me. Between my legs, his hips press to mine.
Holy hardness. I can feel how much he wants me, and from the feel of this thing, it’s a lot.
He’s still kissing me, less ragged but still needy. His fingers find the hem of my top.
“How far do you want to go with this?” he asks, sounding breathless. “What is more? Are we talking second or third base here? I need to know because I don’t want to make a mistake with you, and screw this up.”
I press my hand to his cheek. “You could never make a mistake. And, honestly…I’ve never…” I bite my lip, lowering my eyes. I slide my hand from his face. “I’ve never done anything but kiss before, so I don’t know. And I know how lame that makes me sound.”
His fingers go under my chin, bringing my gaze back to his. I stare into his eyes, and the look in his is intense.
“It doesn’t make you lame, babe. It makes you mine.”
He takes my mouth again, kissing me as intensely as the look was in his eyes.
His tongue seeks entrance, so I part my lips. He groans into my mouth, and I feel it low in my belly.
Taking my face in his hands, he starts to press soft kisses over my lips. “Evie…have you ever made yourself come?”
“Oh my God!” I blush. Pushing away, I turn my face from him.
“Hey…don’t be embarrassed.” His hand forces my face back to his, but I still can’t look at him. “It’s me, Evie. Just you and me here, and there isn’t anything you can’t tell me. Okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe out, face still flaming. I run my hand through my hair, feeling all kinds of awkward. “And, to answer your question…no, I haven’t ever done that…to myself.”
He’s silent for so long that I have to look at him, worried that he’s disgusted with me because I’m sure most girls would have done that by now.
But he doesn’t look disgusted. He looks…well, he looks like he wants to devour me. I take that to be a good thing.
“You’ve never come?” he asks, his voice sounding rough.
I shake my head.
He groans. Those intense eyes of his darken further.
He runs his thumb over my lower lip, which I’m apparently biting again, and frees it from my teeth.
“Do you want me to make you come?” His voice is husky, and as sexy as hell.
I squeak, and his lips lift into a heartbreaking smile, leaving me spinning.
My stomach is practically doing backflips.
“I guess…yes. I mean, only if you want to.”
He dips his head to mine. “Oh, I want to. I want nothing more.”
He brushes his lips over mine, and I feel his fingertips run along the sliver of exposed skin between my top and shorts.
“But you have to tell me to stop if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“I will,” I breathe.
His hand slips under my tank top. Moving up my stomach, he reaches my breast. Then, he’s cupping it over my bikini top.
I’m breathless, and I can’t imagine that I’ll be telling him to stop anytime soon.
His hand feels so very good there. His finger is now tracing a path around my erect nipple through the fabric of my bikini.
His hair caresses my face as he kisses a path down my neck.
I raise my arms, letting him know what I want. He removes my tank top. I hear the soft thud of it hitting the floor.
He kisses down my chest, between my breasts. The whole time, his erection is pressed up against me, and he’s moving ever so slightly, creating this amazing friction. I’m starting to feel hot all over, and all I know is that I want more of what he’s doing.
I need more.
His tongue traces over the rise of my breast before he presses a kiss there.
Suddenly feeling brave, I reach back and loosen the string tied behind my neck. Then, I untie the string behind my back, letting my bikini fall away.
I watch his face as he takes me in for the first time, his expression almost undoing me.
So many emotions, it’s hard to capture one, but all of them are good, and they are making me feel amazing.
“God, you’re beautiful, Evie. So very fucking beautiful. And you’re all mine.” Then, he’s kissing me again with the same ferocity as he did downstairs. His tongue is in my mouth, claiming me, just like his words did.
His T-shirt-covered chest is pressed on my bare one, and it kind of feels unfair.
It’s not that I haven’t seen Adam shirtless before because I have plenty of times at the beach, and seriously, his body is smoking, but I want his shirt off right now more than I want my next breath.
I need to feel his skin against mine.
Grabbing the hem, I drag it up. Adam breaks away from my mouth long enough to let me get it over his head, and then he’s back, kissing me.
And we’re skin to skin, and I have never felt anything like it in my life.
Then, when his head moves to my chest and he takes my nipple into his mouth, a feeling so intense brings my hips up off the bed and has me squirming. I’m pressing against his erection, needing the friction.
His tongue is swirling around my nipple, and my hands are in his long hair, pulling at it, as it tickles my skin.
“I’m gonna take your shorts off now. Is that okay?”
I love that he’s checking with me, but it just serves as a reminder that I don’t have many items of clothing left on.
I swallow, feeling a little nervous, and give him a nod.
“Are you sure?” He looks me in the eyes. “You have to be sure about this, babe.”
I bolster my confidence. “I’m sure.”
His eyes linger on me.
“I promise,” I reassure him.
He’s seemingly happy with my words as his fingers find the button on my shorts. Without taking his eyes from mine, he undoes them and slides them down my legs.