Take This Man

Chapter Six



Adam was waiting for her outside at Hanover"s, seated at one the small bistro tables on the patio.

Elyse"s steps faltered as soon as she spotted him. She swallowed hard, her mouth watering at the sight of him. He looked so good sitting there with one arm resting on the back of his chair, watching the street. A warm tingling started in her belly and moved to all her erogenous zones. God, he didn"t even need to touch her to get her started.

Adam"s eyes widened, and he stood up when he saw her. He was dressed in light khakis, and a button-down dress shirt. He looked casual, comfortable, and sexy as hell.

It was a warm August evening, so Elyse wore a pretty summer dress with a sweater over her shoulders. Her heartbeat quickened as she approached him.

“Hi.” He seemed a bit shy as he took her hand.

“Are you all right sitting out here?”

“Sure. This is nice.”

It was a small table with two chairs. Their knees touched beneath it. Electricity shot through Elyse at the contact, and zeroed right in between her thighs.

Adam"s face was impassive, but he must have felt something, too. He pushed his chair back far enough to give their legs a few inches of space and shifted in his seat. “I wasn"t sure you"d show up.”

“I wasn"t either,” she admitted. She didn"t tell him she had almost decided not to. It was her unexpected reunion   with Latisha that made her change her mind. Latisha"s courage made Elyse all 58

the more aware of her own cowardice. It shamed her into realizing she"d never get free of the past until she faced up to it. And that meant facing Adam.

His eyebrows rose. “Because I was an ass yesterday?”

“No. You weren"t an ass. I was just feeling…I don"t know. Overwhelmed, I guess.” She picked up her knife and began tracing patterns on the paper placemat. Catching herself, she set the knife down again.

“But you"re here.” He took her hand again. “I"m glad.” He paused a moment. “You"re not sorry about last night?”

Elyse didn"t even have to think. “No.” She glanced around surreptitiously. A few of the other tables were occupied, but she and Adam were far enough away to keep their discussion private. She had no intention of airing their personal business in public.

“At least we"ve got that going for us.” Adam kept his voice low, respecting her desire for privacy.

“We"ve always been good together that way.”

“It doesn"t solve anything,” she told him. Sure, the sex was good. But so what? They couldn"t spend all their time in bed.

“I meant what I said this morning,” Adam lowered his head, moving it closer to hers. “I want more.”

“Hi, I"m Melissa, and I"ll be your server this evening!” A perky young woman appeared out of nowhere like a genie, handing them menus and wearing a professional smile. They jerked back, as though caught in the middle of a kiss. Their server took their drink orders, recited the specials, and promised to be back shortly.

As Melissa moved away, Elyse perused the menu. At a nearby table a young couple sat, maybe on a first date. The guy looked nervous and a little 59

too eager to impress the girl, chattering on about his Facebook page while his date sat quietly, looking slightly bored.

Adam set his menu aside. Elyse glanced at him.

“You know what you"re getting?”

“What I always get here. The Buffalo chicken wrap.” He folded his arms, his decision made.

Elyse smiled. He"d always been that way.

Whenever he found something he liked, he stuck with it. No changes.

Except when it came to her.

Her smiled vanished, and the words on her menu melted into a blur. But her voice was calm enough when she remarked, “Still like the spicy stuff, I see.”

“Mm-hmm.” She knew he didn"t want to discuss food now. He was waiting for her to respond his earlier remark, the one he made before their server arrived.

Perspiration filmed Elyse"s upper lip. The intensity of his stare had her heart thumping. Adam shifted closer, and their knees bumped again. Her p-ssy creamed immediately in response.

Now was the time. To fish or cut bait. Piss or get off the pot. To finally have the guts to tell the truth and go for what she wanted.

“I want more, too,” she murmured. She didn"t care if it was right or smart, didn"t care about anything.

Adam"s eyes widened, then narrowed as he reached for her hand. Heat flared in his dark eyes.

“I don"t know how long I"ll be in Summit,” she told him. “Maybe a week or so, it"s up to Jason. But for however long it is, I want to be with you.” The fire in Adam"s eyes cooled, and his mouth tightened into a grim line. “Why is it up to Jason?”


“He"s the reason I came back.” Elyse didn"t want to spoil things by arguing, but she wasn"t going to let 60

him give her shit about Jason. “I can"t get into all of it right now. It"s complicated.” A muscle jumped in Adam"s jaw. “It must be, for him to set you up in the most expensive place in town.”

Okay. Now he was completely out of line. Was he jealous? Elyse wanted to laugh at the thought.

Where did he get off, anyway? If it hadn"t been for him, she would never have met Jason.

“Would you feel better if he"d gotten me a room at the New Moon?” she asked.

The New Moon. The cheap motel the three of them had gone to that night.

The silence was deafening. “Maybe this was a bad idea after all,” Elyse muttered.

“No.” Adam answered quickly, decisively. His face was dark with embarrassment. “No, it"s not. I want to be with you. For as long as you can give me.” She nodded, acknowledging his words, but wondered if it was too late. Maybe even sex was too complicated. The past kept coming back to bite them in the ass.

“We can only do this if we agree to let things happen from this moment. Let everything else go.

Everything from before…” Her words trailed off.

Elyse looked at the man seated across from her.

“Can you do that?” Could she? “We"re not going to talk about the past,” she went on. “There is no past.” Adam pressed her hand and nodded. “Let"s get out of here.”

Her pulse spiked. They rose at the same time, unable to break their stare.

Their server materialized again, her smile slipping as they stepped away from the table.

“Oh…are you—”

“Thank you, Melissa,” Adam told her, placing some bills on the table and handing her a twenty.

“But we won"t be staying.”

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“Okay, well…thank you?”

“Where are we going?” Elyse murmured, loving the feeling of being tucked against Adam"s side, his arm holding her tight. “The hotel?”

“Too far.” He spoke into her hair. “My place.” Her p-ssy contracted at the husky sound of his voice. He wanted her. When they talked, it all went wrong, but one touch of his hand and she was wet for him. This was how they connected.

But it was only for a week. They could pull it off for a week.

As she and Adam walked past a table with three women, one of them looked longingly at Adam, and then at Elyse. You lucky bitch.

Elyse put her arm around Adam"s waist. Yes.

Yes, she was.



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They got as far as the parking lot before Adam dragged her into his arms for a kiss. Crushing her against the passenger"s door of the truck, he nudged her belly with his rock-hard erection. Elyse dug her fingers into his shoulders to keep her wobbly legs from sliding out from under her.

His velvety tongue stroked hers—he tasted sweet and minty. Her own tongue played inside his mouth to catch more of the flavor. In a fog of lust, she rocked her body against his cock, teasing him.

The heat in her belly was now a bonfire showering her with sparks. Her lips, breasts, and p-ssy were all aflame.

Someone cleared his throat nearby, and Elyse fell back to reality with a thump. An older couple passed nearby, the man glaring at them with disapproval, the woman trying to hide a smile. She flashed Elyse a wink over Adam"s shoulder.

Adam pulled away with a groan. He opened her door and practically tossed her inside. In a blink, he was in his seat, giving her a searing look. Then his 62

shoulders shook with laughter. “You"re always getting me in trouble in public.”

“It"s your fault,” she told him, her hand creeping to his thigh.

“Oh, right. My fault.” His large hand mimicked hers, resting on her thigh and gliding under her dress. She purred and adjusted her legs, opening to give him better access. His fingers skimmed lightly along her skin—now prickling with goosebumps.

Meanwhile, Elyse stroked the bulge in his pants lightly, teasing him with her thumb.

Her breath slowed as he played at the juncture of her thighs, toying with the elastic of her panties.

Her * tingled, she was so close. She grasped Adam"s fullness in her hand and he hissed. Then he snatched his hand away and removed hers, placing it safely on her seat.

Elyse moaned in frustration. “No fair.”

“Too many people here.” He spoke through gritted teeth. He turned the key, started the ignition. “My place.”

She pouted, even though she knew he was right.

Shifting on her seat, she suppressed a groan. Her p-ssy was so wet and her * so tender, it was agony to move.

He glanced at her as they pulled out of the lot.

“You all right?”

“No,” she muttered. “I"m dying. Hurry, get us there.” She pressed her thighs together, but that just made her more aware of the throbbing.

“Just hang on.”

Pulling her dress to her the tops of her thighs, she gave him a sultry look. She needed to torture him a little. “I could play with myself, take the edge off.” “Don"t you dare.” His voice was thick. “I"m the only one who"s gonna make you come tonight.” Elyse put her hand on his zipper. “Then let me 63

play with you.” She fondled him and loved how his eager cock jumped to meet her touch.

He allowed it for a moment, then drew her hand away. He held it gently as he drove one-handed.

“You want to make us crash?”

No. Crashing would be bad. But she needed him so much. Even holding his hand like this made her want him. His hand was so big, his fingers blunt and calloused. She wanted to suck them, wanted to wedge them between her legs…

An unexpected pothole in the road jolted them and sent sparks pinwheeling though her. “Ah!” Her eyes watered. She wasn"t going to make it.

Frantically she scanned both sides of the road.

Thank God there was a large strip mall coming up.

“In here, pull in here!”

“What?”

“Pull in, pull in!” she cried. As he did, she pointed to a deserted spot. They"d be parked far enough to avoid the notice of shoppers buying groceries or checking out the sales.

“Right here,” she told him. “This is perfect.” Adam cut the engine and turned to her in consternation. “Perfect for wha—” Elyse grabbed his head with both hands, and pulled him down for her kiss. She was fierce at first, mashing her mouth to his—she wanted to remind him that he was hers for this brief time. Hers alone.

But then her lips softened and his responded, clinging. Their tongues caressed and played together.

Adam was the first to pull away. “So it"s like that, huh?” He smiled. His eyes were heavy-lidded and sensual, his features flushed with arousal.

She smiled back, feeling sexy and audacious.

And hungry—not for food, but for him. “Mmmhmm.

Just like that.”

“Remember the first time we did this?” Adam 64

murmured.

“Yes.” Elyse laughed, pressing soft kisses to his chin and cheeks.

“You told me you"d never had sex in a car before.” He stroked her hair back from her face.

“And you didn"t believe me.” Elyse gave him a little pout.

“Hey, can you blame me? How many people can say they never made it in the backseat?” He leaned back in his seat as Elyse began to unbuckle his belt.

“Well, none of my boyfriends had wheels. And there was something creepy about the thought of doing it in somebody"s mom"s car. So somehow I survived my teen years without that experience.”


“Can"t say I"m sorry.” He sighed as she unzipped him and freed his cock.

“I"m sure you"re not. You liked being the first in that department, didn"t you?” Elyse fondled him gently, then grasped him harder, the way she knew he liked. Now that she had him where she wanted, her own need subsided a bit. She wanted to make him as crazy for her as she was for him.

His eyes glittered as he stared at her. “You know it. There were a lot of firsts for us, weren"t there, babe?”

“That"s right.” She was mesmerized by the lust in his eyes. Adam might not have been her first lover, but he was the first man Elyse had ever been with. He was the leader when it came to sex, and she a most willing follower.

Yes, they"d had many firsts together, all memorable. Unfortunately, one was too memorable.

An unwelcome memory of Jason, reclining on an ugly orange bedspread at the New Moon Motel, momentarily flashed through her mind before she firmly pushed it away.

“Ahh.” Adam"s head fell back as she stroked his cock in a tight grip. He placed his hand on hers, 65

stilling it. “I don"t want to come yet. Go down on me, honey. Suck me.”

Elyse bent low and swirled her tongue around the deep pink head of his cock, then flickered it at the opening where a bead of pre-cum lay. She loved the salty taste of him.

She kneeled up on her seat and stole his lips, thrusting her tongue between them to share his flavor with him. His groan inflamed her, setting off tingles in her * and tiny fireworks throughout her body. She hunched low again to take his cock deep into her mouth. His fingers stroked her head and threaded through her hair.

“That"s right. Yes, baby. So good.” Elyse sucked him, swirled and twirled her tongue, even let her teeth lightly graze his shaft.

Recognizing how close he was, she swallowed on him and hummed, letting the vibrations of her voice box caress him.

“Ahh, God, yeah!” He thrust his hips upward as he came, pouring himself into her.

When she came up for air, he kissed her tenderly. “That was so good. Now it"s your turn.” Yeah, she wanted her turn. Her * was so swollen and her p-ssy so achy, she thought she"d go off if she shifted the wrong way. “We"re lucky no one"s noticed us so far,” Elyse told him. “I don"t think our luck will hold if you"ve got me down with my legs in the air.”

“Let"s take our chances.” His eyes sparked, probably at the image of her with her legs up and his head burrowed between them.

“Some other time. No. Do me with your hand.

It"s safer.” She scooted back on the seat to give him room to maneuver.

“With pleasure.” His fingers slipped beneath her skirt, stroking between her legs against the crotch of her panties. His fingertips grazed the lips of her 66

p-ssy and the stiff little nub of her *.

Even through the cloth, his touch sent starbursts reeling behind her eyes. “You"re soaked,” he murmured in appreciation. “Bad girl, your panties are wet.”

“It"s your fault,” she told him.

“You like sucking my cock, huh? It makes you wet.”

“I love your hard cock. You always make me wet.” This was another first with Adam. The dirty talk. It had embarrassed her the first few times they did it, maybe because she realized how hot it made her. “You always make me come so hard,” he answered. Though the words were dirty and raw, the emotion on his face was raw, too, and real. It cost him something to admit that. She was touched and proud.

She lifted her hips, allowing him to slide her panties down, then bit her lip as two of his fingers slid inside her slippery p-ssy. It contracted around them as he circled his fingers inside her. His thumb worked her *, brushing and pressing lightly.

“Is it good?” Adam asked. “Right there?”

“Yeah. Ahh.” Elyse sucked her lower lip between her teeth.

“I"m gonna find that G-spot for you,” he promised. “I"m gonna make that sweet little p-ssy hug me tight. You"re gonna scream for me.”

“Yeah.” She panted as heat flashed through her.

When he found that little bump of flesh inside her and rubbed it, her whole body contracted. She drew her right leg up, trying to bring him deeper, and rested her foot on the dashboard.

His face was flushed, his lips full and his eyes glinting with lust. “Squeeze my fingers. Let me feel your p-ssy squeeze them now.”

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inner muscles to obey him as sweat misted her face.

“Yeah, baby, you"re gonna squeeze me tight when you come. Come for me now, honey.” His thumb brushed her * once more as he curved his fingers and massaged her sweet spot. Elyse came hard, her body contracting as her limbs stiffened.

Her foot bumped off the dashboard and landed on the steering wheel horn.

The blare of the horn startled her, but the orgasm didn"t subside. The contractions pulsed through her in waves, from her p-ssy to her breasts, her lips, her fingers and toes.

“Shit!” Adam grabbed her foot with his free hand and tucked it under his arm. His other hand was still working her, trying to wring another climax from her.

“One more, baby. Can you? Come for me one more time…”

“I can"t,” she gasped just as the second wave hit her, softer this time, gentle ripples passing through her. “That was beautiful,” he told her, withdrawing his fingers. “That was so good, baby.”

“You"re so good,” she told him, leaning against the passenger door. She felt as boneless as a jellyfish, utterly blissed-out. Sex was always good between them. It was when they tried talking it all went to hell.

He lowered his face to nuzzle her wet curls and inhale her fragrance. “Mmm…”

She was too sated sexually to do anything but laugh. The smell of sex permeated the truck"s cab.

Adam started laughing, too. “I about shit when the horn went off.”

“Oh, God. We"re lucky nobody came to investigate.” Elyse knew she ought to sit up and at least pull her dress down, but she felt too lazy to move.

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Adam smiled and patted her thigh. “Lift up.” She obeyed, and he tugged down her dress, making her presentable again. “Thanks.” She glanced down at the floor of the cab. “Where are my panties?”

Grinning, Adam twirled them around his forefinger, then hooked them over the rear-view mirror.

“Hey!” She tried to snatch them back, but he grabbed her hand.

“Come on,” he pleaded. “Let a guy savor it, huh?”

“Oh, fine,” she sighed, cuddling close to him.

“Savor away. But only ?til we get to your place.” 69