She groaned loudly, making him pulse in his jeans. It was taking everything he had not to grind himself into her, to ease that throbbing ache between his thighs. To distract himself he reached out for her other breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Kitty’s gasps told him how much she liked it. So did the way she was circling her hips, dancing to a rhythm as old as time.
‘Touch me. Please touch me.’
‘Soon,’ he promised, caressing her breast again. ‘When you’re ready.’
‘I am ready.’ She pouted. Fuck, he wanted to kiss her again.
He had to bury his head to hide his smirk. ‘Yeah, you’re probably right about that.’
She reached down to tug at his sweater. ‘You’re not though. You’ve still got all your clothes on.’
‘I can solve that problem in about thirty seconds.’
Kitty tried to sit up, but the cage of his arms prevented her. ‘What if I want to solve it?’
He couldn’t help but grin. ‘You want to strip me?’
She swallowed visibly. ‘Um, yeah? Is that OK?’
There was something about her reticence that pulled at him. ‘Have at it. I have to warn you, though, it’s a lot harder undressing a man than a woman.’
‘You’ve undressed a man before?’ she asked playfully.
Adam grinned. ‘Only myself. And maybe Ev when he was too drunk to do it himself.’
‘Can we not talk about your brother when I’m about to take your clothes off.’
‘Fair point.’
She took it slow, inching the hem of his sweater up, trailing her fingers over his undershirt. It was his turn to get impatient, putting his arms up to encourage her to take it all the way up. When she did, beginning the torture all over again with his undershirt, Adam thought about taking over himself.
But then he saw the intense expression on her face as she slowly revealed his stomach. The way she stared, licking her dry lips, was enough compensation for the torture.
‘You like what you see?’
She breathed in sharply. ‘It’s OK.’
Adam shook his head. ‘I don’t do OK. That’s something you’ll find out about me. It’s shit or bust all the way.’
Maybe it had been too much bust lately. He’d tried hard for so long and eventually given up. Hiding in this cabin had seemed his only option, the way he could disappear from the world. He wasn’t hiding now, though. He was becoming exposed, and not just physically. With every inch that Kitty pulled up the fabric of his undershirt, she was also opening up something deep inside him. Something he’d hidden for so long.
He wasn’t sure he was ready for that. It felt too raw.
Refusing to think about anything but her body and his, Adam tugged at the buckle of his belt, pulling his jeans down and kicking them onto the floor. That left them both in their underwear – she in her panties, he in his shorts. When he climbed back up over her, his legs between her thighs, he lowered himself until they were grinding against each other.
Adam was done for. Like a kid, he wanted to keep moving until they were both gasping out loud, until they exploded into a blinding light. But he wasn’t a kid, he was a man. If the years had taught him anything, it was that prolonging a moment was everything. Things tasted so much more delicious if you had to wait for them.
Kitty placed her hands on his behind, using the movement to create friction between them. He dipped his head to kiss her again. Their mouths were heated and desperate, their tongues touching and sliding against each other in an effort to consume. She started to rock against him in a steady rhythm, her gasps quicker, faster, harder. She was close to coming, that much he could tell, and he realised he didn’t want to feel it against his body.
He wanted to feel it against his mouth.
Kitty cried out when he pulled back. Her hands dropped to her sides, her eyes glistening with disappointment. That turned to wide-eyed astonishment as he scooted down, hooking his fingers around the elastic of her panties to pull them down her thighs.
Throwing the scrap of fabric behind him, he reached out to grab her legs, spreading them wide so she was open and exposed. Her hands were grasping the bed covers, her head flung back with her eyes closed. He wanted to imprint that image for ever.
Softly, he scraped his beard along her inner leg, taking his time when he got to the soft, plump skin at the top of her thighs. Kitty moaned louder, one of her hands releasing the covers so she could bury her fingers in his hair.