He reached between their bodies to position himself, rubbing his thumb over her clit while it was down there. “You’re making me crazy,” she gasped.
Adam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Serves you right. You’ve driven me crazy for the last month.”
He thrust inside her then and the laughter died in his throat. Holy fucking hell. So tight, so wet, so, so... “Jess,” he groaned. “God, Jess.” He’d never felt anything like her before. He eased in deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. He went stock-still, deep within her, practically going into shock. He’d never realized a woman could feel so...absolutely...
“Perfect,” she whispered, meeting his eyes, which he knew were wide with astonishment. She blinked and began to move her hips. “God, you feel...perfect.”
He withdrew, almost all the way out. He had to have imagined it, right? Nothing could feel as good as that first plunge did. But then he thrust in again—and almost passed out from the sheer burst of sensation. It was even better.
“Harder, please, harder,” she said, spreading herself open to him and wrapping her legs around his hips. He felt her heels on his ass.
He plunged again and again, his vision beginning to blur at the edges. In fact, the entire world just vanished at the edges. Aside from the dark-haired, dark-eyed woman writhing beneath him, nothing else existed. Maybe he’d never existed either, before her. That’s what it felt like in this moment—that nothing prior to her mattered and nothing else but her would ever matter again.
Adam felt her inner muscles start to clench, making her even tighter around him. “I’m coming,” she moaned. “Oh. Adam. Adam.”
Yes. He let go of any final restraint, pounding into her over and over until he gave an actual fucking roar of pleasure and emptied himself into her.
* * *
She must have dozed for a few minutes, because when she came back to herself, Adam was walking back to the bed from the bathroom. He’d left the door fully open, so the bedroom was much brighter.
She closed her eyes, not quite ready to face him after...whatever the hell just happened.
The sex was phenomenal. Incendiary. It had blown away her expectations, which had been pretty high to begin with. She’d known it would be good, but she hadn’t known there would be such intensity to it. The way he stared at her while he pulsed within...the way she’d needed to scream his name...well, it was just so far past any of her previous experiences that she felt a little uneasy.
Well, clarification. Her mind felt uneasy. Her body wanted to dance on top of the bed and then fling itself on Adam for another round. The things she wanted to do with him... Great, now she was blushing.
The mattress dipped as Adam lay next to her. She wondered if he felt as undone as she did, if he would find some excuse to leave. To her surprise, she felt his fingers stroke her face. Lightly, they traced her lips and cheeks.
She opened her eyes and he brushed the back sides of his fingers over the edges of her eyelashes. “I’m a little obsessed with these,” he said matter-of-factly.
That was unexpected. It made her giggle. “My eyelashes? You’re a strange man.”
He grinned down at her, and the crinkles at the corner of those vivid blue eyes took her breath away. “Yes, but a strange man who just made you come. Screaming, I might add.”
“Maybe that’s what happens after a month of verbal foreplay?” she wondered.
He cocked his head to one side, considering. “Could be. Or maybe it’s just crazy chemistry.”
He jumped out of the bed, headed to the bathroom. She heard the click of a door, and Jess’s spirits took another downward turn. Was he just going to hop in the shower and then go? She couldn’t be disappointed now, she told herself. He’d given her the ride of her life. He was under no obligation to stay.
But before she could blink, he was back in the bed. Naked and warm and pulling her against him. She blinked in confusion, looked behind him to the hallway. “What were you doing?”
“Putting the Do Not Disturb on the door, obviously,” he teased, lowering his head to kiss her throat. “Your limo is coming to take you to the airport at nine,” he breathed, licking along the column of her neck. “It’s noon right now.” He nibbled on her earlobe, and Jess felt a rush of fresh moisture between her legs. “I think we should spend the rest of the day devoting ourselves to the mystery of exactly why the sex between us is so fucking fantastic.”
With one last tug, he propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her. “What do you think?”
She wasn’t quite sure what she thought, but she knew how she felt. Hot and giddy and so turned on she might come from his words alone.
Taking him off-guard, she used her arms, hips, and legs to flip him on his back and climb on top. His pupils dilated so fast that his bright blue eyes turned dark in an instant.
She reached behind her bottom and gripped him. He was unbelievably hard, considering their last bout ended just a few minutes ago. She rubbed herself against him, moaning, and he stared at her like she had the answers to all the questions in the universe.
Frankly, at the moment, she felt like she did.
“That may be,” she said, rocking her body over his, “the best idea I’ve ever heard.”
Chapter Eleven