She pulled away and buried her face against her own arm. Shit. Shit. They were never going to get that someday. No way in hell they were begging a ride to a fucking clinic, or waiting around for results from someone who might not speak English.
They had a few more weeks. That was it.
And it made her feel empty in a way she’d never imagined it would.
Adam pulled back, sounding startled as he shifted his hand from her tit to her side. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” She would be, goddammit all. “Get a condom?”
“Already? Don’t you want me to…”
She shook her head, collapsing down onto the bed and slipping her fingers between her legs. Momentary jag of sadness or no, she’d just been rubbed and stroked and petted for longer than she would normally be able to stand. She was ready.
“Just want you in me,” she said, and her voice faltered. She squeezed her eyes closed, going for broke. “Want you close.”
He hovered for a long second, and she was going to lose her mind if he put her off or tried to make them talk some more. They’d already talked; they’d talked until she was hoarse.
She forced herself to look at him. Gritted out the word, “Please.”
A shudder went through him, and he kissed the tip of her shoulder, a closed-mouth press of lips that felt like a balm. “Okay. Okay.”
Running his palm down her flank, he pushed off and opened the drawer of his nightstand. While he got himself ready, she turned her face into the bedding and played with her clit. When he came back to the bed, he was gloriously naked, all hot, smooth flesh sliding against hers.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Yeah.” She wouldn’t be able to look at him, but the urge to be surrounded by him hadn’t faded at all.
“Okay.” Kneeling between her legs, he nudged her hand out of the way and replaced it with his own. He’d gotten so good at working her body in the time they’d been together, but it all felt like a tease.
With a little growl of frustration, she bucked her hips, only to be pinned down. A hot palm at the base of her spine. More of his weight bore into her, and she was ready to throw him off, to climb on top and take what she wanted the way she always did, only…
Only…
So many times already tonight, Adam had asked her to let go. To let him care for her, to let him… She blinked hard against the warmth surging through her. There were other words for what he was doing here, the way he was treating her, and she wasn’t prepared to hear or think or say any of them. But she could accept him.
She could give him the chance to offer her this moment. This safety.
Shutting her eyes, she buried her face against the mattress and breathed out long and slow. His fingers slipped through her lips and over her clit, then dipped down to press inside, and she groaned his name.
His erection throbbed against the back of her leg, hard and hot even through the layer of latex. “That’s it, baby. Just let me—”
Something inside her went suddenly, achingly soft. A warmth blooming through her cunt and in her heart, and maybe they were both the same.
Maybe they were both about making room for him. Letting him in.
Then the warmth was a heat, was a fire just waiting to ignite, and she shook her head. Reached out a hand behind her until she connected with his skin. “No, not without… I need…”
His fingers drew away, leaving her empty and alone and hanging over the edge until his hips settled between her thighs. Until the blunt head of him slid wetly across slick flesh.
And she didn’t beg. She didn’t plead. But she shut her eyes.
“Adam…”
He sucked in a breath, bracing himself with both arms over her, and she thought, Finally.
Then he sank into her, so slowly she could’ve cried.
She kicked out hard, foot connecting with the mattress. Fuck, she was so full, and it felt so good—the way his weight pressed her down and held her. The soft kiss of his lips against her shoulder and her neck, and she whined.
There was something untethered in her, something frantic, but he had her. He wouldn’t let her float away.
He murmured her name against her temple, and it was a word and a prayer. She turned into it, and he dipped down to meet her lips, driving even deeper and forcing choked groans out of them both. His mouth was hot, the angle all wrong, but she didn’t care. It was just the rasp of his teeth over her lip and the softness of his tongue. They were one circuit, every part of him touching every part of her, electricity zipping up and down her spine. Life.
And then he started to move.
Her eyes flew open as he thrust back in hard. She’d been so close before he’d even gotten inside, overwhelmed by his touch and his kindness, and now he was hitting this tender hollow deep inside, winding her higher. She pushed into his thrusts, but his weight pressed her back down, and she gave in to it. She took it.
Sneaking his hand beneath her body, he got his fingers on her clit again. The quick circling strokes shot lightning through her, and orgasm was right there; she could taste it—
But it wasn’t until his own unsteady breathing went shallow, the strain making his kisses harder, that the pleasure gathered into a storm. For what felt like an infinite moment, they hovered there on the edge together, and she wanted it to come crashing down, and she never, ever wanted it to end.
He bit down on her lip and choked on her name, hips stuttering against hers. One more rough rub against her clit—
The feeling exploded out of her, too much and not nearly enough as it dragged her under. Blackness washed out her vision as wave after wave of it overtook her. Adam took a final, punishing thrust forward and stilled, mouth hot and open against her cheek, and the low pulsing of his body in hers wrung another surge of pleasure from her that blanked her thoughts all over again.
When she came back to herself, he lay half slumped over her, heavy torso barely supported by the shivering columns of his arms. She clenched around him, and it still felt good. But he twitched, a pained sound slipping past his throat before he withdrew. She gave a little whimper at the emptiness.
How was it possible she still wanted more?
“Yeah?” he asked as he climbed off of her, and there was intent there, for all that he was shaking. An offer. Blessed air swept in to fill the sweaty gap between their bodies, but it didn’t help to clear her head.
“Don’t think I can move,” she said. It wasn’t quite an answer, but it was somehow, too. Yeah, she could go again—she kind of wanted to go again—but she didn’t have the strength left. He’d pulled it all out of her. Left her feeling weak and shimmering and amazing.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so good.
With a low, rumbly laugh, he put a hand on her hip and rolled her over. The new stretch of mattress was deliciously cool against her burning skin. She blinked her eyes open to find him kneeling beside her, all the dips and rises of his musculature gleaming, damp strands of hair framing his face.
Ridden hard and put away wet. She probably looked even worse.
And then he eased her legs apart and moved to lie between them. Her sex gave a hot pulse, but she stopped him—fumbled a hand toward his shoulder when he spread her lips and stroked his thumb across her clit.
“You don’t have to.” It would’ve been more convincing if she didn’t groan out loud at the heat of two fingers pressing inside.
He smirked, lopsided and beautiful. “Believe me. I’ve been dying to do this for a very, very long time.”
Then he was sliding down the bed, and all the breath left her lungs.
She’d partied with some cunning linguists in her time, but it wasn’t usually a part of her sex life. It felt too intimate, and besides, she probably tasted like latex, and with one orgasm down, this second one wasn’t going to come quickly.