She found him sitting on his bed in nothing but a pair of shorts, the muscled flesh of his chest and abdomen gleaming in the low light of his bedside lamp. He looked up from the book in his lap as she closed the door behind her, and his eyes went dark.
In a flash, he set aside the book and clambered off the mattress. Warm hands landed to either side of her face, and his mouth was all eagerness against hers. Something inside her went soft and easy at the heat of his kiss. A girl could get used to a welcome like this—especially the growing ridge of him in his shorts, pressing against her belly and making tingles shoot straight up her spine. Sparking off a low throb of want in her cunt.
She bit down hard on his lip and ate his groan.
Except she couldn’t get used to this kind of welcome.
If she did, it’d hurt way too much when it was gone.
When she pulled away, he let her go, but not far. His eyes were huge, his pupils blown, and the wet, red fullness of his mouth just made her want to kiss it again and again.
“Hey, there,” he mumbled, palms still cupping her face.
“Hey yourself.”
“Was starting to wonder if you’d stand me up.”
“Never.” The word just slipped out, but she didn’t even have time to regret it. His answering smile was too gorgeous and too wide.
He slid his hands down her neck, skated them over her arms and to the curves at her sides before resting them firmly on her hips. Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he made a soft little hint of a growl. “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you all day.”
Longer than that, if his antics during their observation run had been any indication. Her mouth went dry. She liked that he didn’t try to hide how much he wanted her, how delighted he was by every inch of skin and every touch she gave him.
Heart beating harder, she put her palm to his chest and pushed him a little farther away. Damn, she hoped she was reading this right. She hoped he’d be dying for the touches she didn’t give him, too.
Releasing his lip, he honest-to-God pouted at her, but he let himself be moved.
“I brought you something,” she said as she retreated to his bed. Avoiding his gaze, she dragged her bag into her lap.
“Oh?”
She undid the zipper and pushed her binder out of the way. Her fingertips connected with the velvet pouch she’d smuggled out of her underwear drawer while Carol had been in the bathroom. She took a deep breath and pulled it out. She shook the best little buddy money could buy into her palm and finally looked up. Arched a brow.
“I seem to remember somebody expressing some interest in this.”
Jesus, it was hot the way his throat bobbed, the hard line of him swelling beneath his shorts. “Is that what I think it is?”
She pressed the button on the base, and the vibrator hummed to life. Eyes widening, he licked his lips.
She barely recognized his voice, it dipped so deep. “You gonna show me how to use that on you?”
She shook her head, and his eyes actually went wider. “I’m gonna let you watch me use it on myself.”
“Fuck.” He bit off the word, head falling forward, and he rubbed the heel of his hand over himself. “Jo—”
“Strip.”
He didn’t hesitate. The button on his shorts popped beneath his fingers, and then he was shoving both them and his underwear down. His cock pulsed, the tip shining, the thick flesh hard enough it looked like it had to hurt, and her clit gave a needy twitch.
All her plans, the things she’d been daydreaming about all goddam day, threatened to waver, because she wanted that in her. Now.
Then again, what kind of plans would they be if they couldn’t be adjusted on the fly?
“Don’t,” she said, when he made to wrap a hand around himself. “I’m going to want that later.”
He moaned aloud, fingers curling into fists at his sides. “You’re killing me here.”
And it was a rush, his letting her take the lead like this. The restlessness that had been plaguing her faded away. She might not be good at feelings, but sex… sex she understood.
“Come on.” She motioned with her head toward the spot on the bed beside her.
As she wriggled out of her own clothes, he came to join her, lying down on his side, propped up on one elbow. Vibrator in hand, she lay down, too, flat on her back. Absently, she tugged at the barbell through her nipple and sighed.
Adam cleared his throat. “Is that how you usually start?”
“When I’m by myself?”
His voice was thick. “Yeah.”
“Depends.” She shrugged, trying to act unaffected, but it was a losing proposition. It had been a couple of days, and all her plotting had gotten her motor running well ahead of time, and now this man was here, all smooth muscle and hot skin.
Really, really hot skin. Sweat prickled at her brow and at the small of her back. He was just pouring off heat against her side, and the fan in the window didn’t seem to be doing anything at all.
And then he lifted a hand. Broad fingertips traced the centerline of her body, through the valley between her breasts and lower. At her navel, he turned around, though, and it didn’t matter that it was sweltering in here. She shivered into the touch.
“How do you get started, then?”
She plucked harder at her tit, twisting the metal and the flesh and letting out a breath. “Breasts are good. If I need to get myself warmed up. Other times I just go straight for…”
Trailing off, she drifted her hand lower, and her eyes fluttered shut. Fuck, she was soaked. The first glancing touch of her fingertip over her clit had her arching up.
Hot lips pressed to her shoulder, and he swore beneath his breath. “That’s even hotter than I thought it would be.”
And the man was a genius, because she barely had to twist to the side before his hand was cupping her, the warm flesh of his palm a perfect pressure against her nipple. She dipped a finger inside, spreading her wetness around before going back to her clit. All gentle, circling strokes at first. And then firmer ones.
Adam groaned. “When do you turn it on?”
“Soon.” This felt too good right now, this steady rise, this low, rolling pleasure as she got herself primed.
She forced her eyes open, and he was close. Gaze raking over her body, up and down, from his own hand on her breast to hers between her legs.
And she wanted his voice.
“How about you?”
“Me?”
Vibrator still clenched in her fist, she reached over to the side and glanced the backs of her knuckles over the long line of him. The hot, silky flesh. It bobbed toward her, and he let out a shaky breath.
Pushing her hand away, he kissed his way up her neck, to the tender spot beneath her ear where he sucked.
“Well, typically,” he said, voice wet, “I find some time to myself. I get myself naked. Maybe slick.”
“Oh?”
He swallowed, and the sound went straight to her clit. “Wrap my hand around myself.” Then his breath hitched. “Think of you.” Oh fuck. She wasn’t ready for this, wasn’t ready at all, but he was still talking. “Think of you on me or under me. Up against a wall.” He sucked on the shell of her ear. “Or sometimes just like this. Touching yourself, and I touch myself, and…”
“And?”
“It gets me so hot. So ready to come.”
He wasn’t the only one.
Switching the vibrator to her other hand, she pressed the sweet little point of it to her clit and flicked it on.
Her whole body jolted with the first humming rush as it started to buzz. Adam stifled a noise against her throat, and his hand tightened hard on her tit.
“Oh, hell, Jo, that’s beautiful. Better than I imagined. You look—”
She shook her head, cutting him off. Darting her free hand up, she grasped the back of his neck and hauled him in, and fuck.
She’d never had a problem taking care of her own needs before, but he was here and he felt so good, hot lips and hotter tongue, and she got lost in it, thighs shaking, body straining.