“Besides wondering why you’re sleeping on the bathroom floor?” he asks, and I remember what happened between us in a rush.
I don’t say another word. I don’t say anything when he sets me on the bed, or when he tucks me under the covers, or when he crawls in next to me. We face each other under the dim glow of the city lights filtering in through his sheer black curtains, and I wish I could close my eyes and pretend to sleep, but I can’t. He’s impossible to look away from, gorgeous and staring at me like any girl in the world would want to be looked at by a boy like him, like I wished he would have looked at me before I fled to the bathroom.
He reaches forward and plays with a long lock of my wavy blonde hair, letting it spill between his fingers before his gaze finds mine again. “What were you going to say when I asked why you wanted me?”
My voice mirrors the nervous fluttering in my belly, tiny and uneven when I ask, “Why?”
“Because I want to know.”
“I don’t remember.”
Adam studies me, and then he says, “Then ask me why I want you.” His voice is quiet and smooth, in total opposition to mine. He stares at me like I’m something delicate and speaks to me like I might blow away. When I don’t respond, he tucks my hair behind my ear and traces the curve of my jaw with his thumb. “Peach . . . ask me why.”
His answer can’t possibly be the same as mine, and I don’t want to hear anything less. Not from him. So instead of asking, I lean forward until my lips are a breath from his, searching his eyes before I whisper, “Do you want me?” It’s not the question he told me to ask, but it’s the one I need an answer to.
I surprise myself by not waiting to for his reply. The pull of his lips is too strong to resist, and I close the distance between us just as he’s opening his mouth to give me an answer. I navigate carefully to test his reaction, gasping when his arm circles around me and tugs me flush against him. With his hand splayed across my lower back, his lips explore mine—gentle, soft, and addicting.
He kisses me carefully, too carefully, so I roll onto my back and pull him with me, urging him to take control. Instead, he pulls away and stares down at me with those stormy eyes that melt me from the inside out. I can tell a thousand thoughts are swirling in his mind, each one probably screaming that I’m a virgin, so I sit up and slowly pull my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor before unclasping my bra. I drop that to the floor as well, and then I lie back down, allowing Adam’s hungry gaze to roam over every inch of my flushed skin. His fingertips graze my collarbone before he sweeps a feather-light curve to the swell of my breast and cups it in his palm.
Teasing my nipple between his fingers, he leans down and kisses me again, this time not so carefully. I moan against his mouth when he uses his knee to nudge mine apart and crawls between them, kissing all the way down to my naval and lower. With his lips at the waistband of my leggings, he bunches the material in both hands and slowly tugs them off. Then he settles on his stomach between my legs and splays his hand at the juncture of my inner thigh, watching his thumb as it rubs over the thin line of my pink cotton panties and soaks them all the way through. He continues torturing me even after his gaze lifts to meet mine. “I want to give you something.”
His fingers hook into the lacy waistband of my panties and slowly pull them down, leaving my naked body on display in the suddenly too bright room. I close my eyes to ignore a rush of anxiety, but then Adam gently spreads my knees farther apart and the next thing I feel is his warm breath against the wetness between my legs.
I wait until I feel like I’m about to self-combust, and then I gaze down at him, wondering why he’s not doing anything.
Which was exactly what he was waiting for.
His gray-green eyes watch my expression as his tongue swipes a slow stroke between my folds, flattening over my clit in a seductive tasting that causes the air to leave my lungs in a breathy moan. My muscles tighten and untighten until my knees start shaking, and Adam pulls away to plant soft, wet kisses against my thighs.
I groan and squeeze my eyes shut, drowning equally in the throes of ecstasy and agony. I need his lips back on me. I need his mouth and his hands and every single part of him all over and inside every single part of me.