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Twenty-Seven

It was all he needed to know.

I had hoped to distract Adam tonight in ways that lifted his sprits—help him forget, provide him an escape—but never would I have believed that the escape came for both of us.

Never could I have imagined what it would feel like when Adam grabbed the material of my singlet, pulling me toward him as his mouth pressed oh-so slowly against mine.

He was gentle at first, soft and tentative, kissing me once, twice, just enough to catch my escaping breath.

His hand sliding up to cup my face did little to stop me from trembling, did nothing to still my heart even if his hand anchored me in place, tilting my head to the side to best explore me, deeper and needier with every kiss.

My hands divided the thick folds of his hair, providing my own anchor to him as he pulled me onto his lap. I followed gladly.

I’d follow him anywhere. Did he know that? Did he want that?

Pushing him against the bedhead as I straddled him, his hands grabbed my hips, his fingers dug into the thin fabric of my silken boxers.

I felt his tongue inside my mouth, warm and sweet, lingering, tasting, teasing me.

I pulled away enough to look into his eyes, smiling against his mouth to see he needed me just as much as I needed him.

I gasped, feeling his hands slide under my shirt, skimming along my ribcage.

He laughed, knowing exactly where all my most ticklish, tender spots were.

Here was the thing. He just knew so much.

He knew how my hair smelt like apple shampoo, the size of my hands when pressed up against his, the fact I fit perfectly into the alcove of his neck whenever he hugged me.

He knew my feet were freakishly cold even in the summer.

And I knew him. I knew his hopes, his fears, his dreams, and even though I hadn’t read his mind before, I was fairly certain I could read it now.

I could see it in his eyes; they looked up into mine, asking me a silent question, the one I answered as I cupped his face and lowered my mouth to his.

A moan of approval escaped him as I ground against him, feeling his need between the junction of my thighs.

I didn’t want gentle. I didn’t want slow.

If only for tonight I wanted Adam because above all else I knew we fit, we made sense.

Even feeling the slide of his lips down my neck, tracing his tongue along my collarbone, it felt like fire burned along my skin.

Any thought or worry about what we were doing and how it could change us mattered little.

Right now nothing mattered. I could only feel the desperate urge to have him.

Even if for just one night of my life I wanted him to be mine in the most complete way possible, the only way we had never been.

I felt like I had never been kissed or touched before now.

That nothing up to this point in my life had compared to the feeling I had when I was with him.

Adam edged me onto my back, his breaths as heavy as my own, resting between my thighs as he kissed me into a mind-numbing madness.

My hands slid up his bare back, feeling the heat of his skin.

I ached so intensely for him. His kisses robbed me of all my breath, all thought, never more so than when he pushed against me, looking down at me, brushing the hair from my face as he ground his hips, creating the most delicious friction.

It wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

And just as my thoughts caused me to panic about the possible repercussions of what we were doing, all fear was wiped away the moment Adam slid his finger inside me, causing my breath to hitch in my throat, my thighs to fall open wider, welcoming the intrusion.

Adam smiled against my mouth, adding a second finger, pumping in and out in a maddening rhythm.

He watched me as if he was seeing me more deeply than ever before.

The way his eyes trailed over my exposed breasts with my top hitched up.

I swear he had mind-reading abilities when he lowered his hot mouth over my nipple, drawing it between his teeth.

I grabbed the back of his head, encouraging him to linger longer, to not stop the sweet assault of his mouth on my skin.

I didn’t want him to ever stop. My hand reached inside the elastic of his boxers, encircling the hard length of him, feeling him pulse in my grasp; the heat of him made me wild and I started to voice my need.

“Adam, please.”

Adam’s fingers left me and I cried out in protest, feeling the emptiness. His hand encircled around my hold on him, guiding my rhythm.

“You want this?” His words were shaky against the lobe of my ear.

“Yes.” I nodded, pressing my lips together, still tasting him in my mouth.

“If we do this, there’s no going back.” His words were strangled, his throat swallowing as I quickened my rhythm.

I knew there was no going back, and I didn’t want to; damn the consequences, I wanted him inside me. I wanted the ultimate escape, the pleasure I knew only he could give.

And just as our eyes locked, it was as if something exchanged between us; we didn’t need the words to find the meaning, it was all there in the things that settled between us unsaid—so tender, so certain.

I was lost in the intensity of his stare, reconnecting only once he lowered his mouth down to mine and kissed me so tenderly I thought my heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

I bit my lip as I guided him inside me. I brushed the condom wrapper off the bed as I grabbed on to the sheets, twisting my hands in the linen as Adam started to move inside me, slowly at first. Pushing himself onto his hands, I moved up into him, looking down the length of our bodies, barely believing this was real, that we were connected like this.

Seeing him move in and out of me was the sexiest version of Adam I had ever seen and I had seen him from every angle.

Beside me, across from me as friends, but never like this: his body shadowing me in the lamp light, his muscles flexing under my hands, the broadness of his shoulders blocking out the ceiling as he pushed so deep inside me I let out a noise that shocked me.

I couldn’t help it, it felt so good, so right, and I knew he felt it too because he told me, whispering wicked words of encouragement that brought me closer to the brink of coming undone.

He laughed into my kiss, slowing down, torturing me like never before. “Wait, not yet.”

I was breathless, and desperate. “Stop talking dirty to me then.” I laughed.

Adam rolled on his back, taking me with him as I straddled him, with him still inside me.

“Never,” he breathed, and I was glad that was his answer.