When I Was Yours

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.

I’m lying here in only my bikini bottoms and my blush as he stares down at me.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

And I feel it—not just because of his words, but also because of the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.

He leans down and begins kissing a path up my stomach, starting at my belly button. When he reaches my mouth, he pauses. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you, Evie. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but…I’m crazy about you.”

I curl my fingers into the strands of his hair. “I’m crazy about you, too. I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t.”

A growl escapes him. “You have no fucking idea what hearing that does to me…what you do to me.”

His hand moves down my stomach, his fingers tickling, as he reaches the edge of my bikini bottoms. Then, he slides his hand inside and he’s touching me there, and lights explode behind my closed eyes.

“Oh,” I moan, pressing my head back into the pillow.

He starts to move his finger over that spot, which feels so very good.

“That’s it, babe,” he whispers over my lips. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Oh God, you are. You really are.” My hand grabs hold of his arm.

The sensations he’s creating in me with that magic hand of his has me feeling like I need him to stop but also never, ever stop touching me there again. It’s so confusing.

I feel like I could climb out of my own skin. I’m restless and needy, searching for something I don’t understand.

My other hand curls into the bedding, gripping it like a vise.

My body is tingling, and my sole focus is narrowed down to that one spot between my legs and what his hand is doing there. I feel like I’m climbing toward something unknown—but something really freaking good.

“Evie, I need to taste you.”

What?

“Your *. I want to go down on you,” he says the words so easily.

Me? My face feels like it’s currently on fire.

“You want to”—I gesture south with my hand, my eyes still closed, unable to look at him—“go…down there?”

I hear his deep chuckle.

“Evie, look at me.”

I force my eyes open to find him staring back at me.

“Yes, I want to go down on you.”

Something dark and hot flashes through his eyes, making me tremble.

“I want to taste you. It’s all I can think about.” He brings his mouth to mine, his lips brushing softly. “But more than anything, I want the first time you come to be in my mouth. So, what do you say?”

Holy shit!

Really, what am I supposed to say to that?

I part my lips, and what comes out is, “Ermahgerd.”

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