"Do you know what you do to me, angel?" He presses his palm against me, pressing the sleek fabric into my sex. "Do you have any idea, how badly I want you?"
I shake my head.
His fingers find my clit. He rubs me over the fabric. "You drive me out of my fucking mind."
He runs his fingers over me again.
My thoughts evaporate.
He bends me over the arm of the couch. Then he rolls my panties to my thighs.
I'm splayed out for him, helpless to do anything but take him.
And I want every bit of it.
I want it so badly I can barely breathe.
He rocks his hips against mine, so I feel him hard against me. His slacks are still in the way, but I can feel the pressure of him. The firmness.
"You're playing with fire." He takes my hand. Places it on the couch cushion.
"Maybe."
"You might get hurt." Then my other arm. On the other side.
"Adam, please."
"Please?"
"Fuck me. Please. I can't think like this." I rock my hips to reach for him. "I need you."
Without warning, he slips two fingers inside me.
Hard.
Hard enough it hurts.
But it hurts so fucking good.
"Do you have any fucking idea, how badly I want to claim you?" He drives his fingers into me again.
I nod into the couch.
"You should be more careful." He drives his fingers deeper. "I'm not the man you think I am."
A groan falls off my lips.
It's intense. Too intense.
But, somehow, still not enough.
My eyes flutter closed.
His nails dig into the flesh of my ass.
The burst of pain pushes me closer. I need it.
I need him like this.
Unleashed.
He drives his fingers into me. Again and again. Until I'm so fucking close, I'm sure I'm going to break.
Then he rubs me with those perfect circles, and I go over the edge.
My sex pulses as I come. Pleasure spills through my torso, down to my fingers and toes.
But he doesn't give me time to catch my breath. He unzips his slacks, brings his hands to my hips, pulls my body onto his.
No tease.
No softness.
No warm up.
He drives into me hard and fast. It's more than his fingers. Fuller. Deeper.
Better.
So much fucking better.
His nails dig into my hips as he drives into me again.
Again.
Again.
He presses his palm between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the couch, and he fucks me.
There's no other way to explain it.
Some animal part of him takes over. His movements are sharper, his groan is lower, his breath is strained.
He's rough. Possessive. Perfect.
He keeps me pinned as he drives into me.
The pressure is intense. Almost too much. But in the best possible way.
He winds me tighter and tighter.
Then his hand knots in my hair. He holds me in place as he tugs at my locks.
Fuck.
With his next thrust, I come.
Pain and pleasure mix together. Overwhelm my senses.
My eyes close.
My world turns white. Soft bliss. Sharp nails. His hard cock driving into me again and again.
I groan his name as I come.
He works through my orgasm, then he moves harder, faster.
His nails scrape my skin.
Harder.
Harder.
Fuck.
I blink my eyes open. See only the sleek black leather.
"Danielle." My name falls from his lips.
Then he's there, thrusting through his orgasm, pulsing inside me as he comes.
He waits until he's spilled every drop, then he helps me clean and slip back into my clothes.
And he holds me close, like I'm the only raft in the ocean, like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted.
I'm not sure how long we're pressed together. Only that I want to stay in that perfect warm, soft, safe place forever.
He pulls me into a slow, deep kiss, his tongue dancing around mine, his hand on my cheek, his body pressed against mine.
Then he releases me. "I should clean up."
I nod. Watch him slip into the bedroom, turn on the shower, leave me alone in the big, beautiful apartment.
Is he fleeing the scene?
Hiding?
Or just… cleaning up?
It's not exactly unreasonable.
I wish he'd invite me into the shower with him. I want to see him, touch him, feel him.
It's only been a day since he touched me properly.
Of course, he's shy about showing his scars.
And it's not like I'm any better.
Maybe that's it.
I need to lead by example.
I need to reveal myself to him.
I can do that.
Eventually.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Danielle
I fix another cup of coffee, find my laptop, go through yesterday's pictures.
My normal Saturday afternoon routine.
Only I'm in Adam's sleek apartment.
And yesterday's pictures are incredibly erotic.
I find a potential image.
My robe falling off my shoulders. My hand between my legs. My eyes turned to the camera.
It's sexy. Sexy enough to draw a reaction from Adam.
Will he get jealous and possessive?
Storm into my room and throw me against the wall?
The mental image makes my entire body buzz.
But there's something off about it.
He fucked me.
Touched me, kissed me, made me come.
He did reveal himself to me. Not as much as I wanted, but he hasn't been with anyone since the accident.