Adam's List(58)

“You’re making it impossible to keep my hands off you,” he whispers, shifting in his seat. I imagine my touches are bringing him back to life once again. I reach down to confirm it. He jumps with my touch, hitting the table with his knees. “Jewels, c’mon. Let’s take a breather and eat something.”

“I’m happy enough devouring you,” I say in my sexiest voice, dragging my finger from his spine up to circle around his ear. I drag my nose across his neck, savoring the smell of his fragrant aftershave. “And I could do it right here, if you prefer.”

Glancing around the restaurant, he pulls in a deep sigh and tugs on my hand.

“C’mon.”

We slide from the bench and half skip back to the entrance, hands locked together.

Being with Adam this way is more of a thrill than I imagined. I’ve never felt so freed. As long as we continue to alleviate the sexual tension between us, I can protect my heart from harm. I can be his this way, regardless of his seemingly complicated life.

The single-stall women’s bathroom is locked, and there’s no way I’m messing around in a bathroom where there’s more than likely pee on the floor. I drag Adam toward a hallway around the corner.

“Where are we going?” he asks in a throaty voice.

There’s a doorway at the end of the hallway, leading to a dark and ominous alley surrounded by dumpsters. Adam begins to fall back the minute we step outside into the warm night air.

“Jewels.” His tone is meant to scold, but I can hear the passion still twisted in his throat. “We’re not messing around back here.”

“Who said anything about messing around?” Shaking my head, I tilt his face down to meet mine for a sultry kiss. He’s quick to answer my sudden zeal, hoisting me up by my thighs to perch against his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist and deepen the kiss, holding onto his face with a longing so deep and powerful I feel as if I could cry. His warm tongue matches the soft touch of his wandering hands.

We drift across the alley to the other side until my back’s against a brick wall. Adam’s warm hands lift my billowing tank top, drifting up to cradle my breasts over my bra. I rock against him, caressing the top of his mouth with my tongue. He hums his approval, pushing back against me. I feel him harden against my leg and meet his low hums. He breaks the connection of our mouths to taste the light sweat of my neck and shoulders while his fingers reach for my underwear through the bottom of my shorts.

I close my eyes and lean my head against the brick wall as his fingers do their magic, stroking, petting, entering me, soft and slow. Throbbing so hard for him it’s almost painful, I dig my fingernails into his back, and allow myself a satisfied groan. His mouth covers mine, swallowing up my eager cries.

After another long set of kisses, I open my eyes to find Adam watching me with an intensity that takes my breath away. He’s so unbelievably gorgeous that I don’t care if our first time is among the sour-smell of the dumpsters and steam of some kind coming from underneath the street. I’ve never been this uncontrollably hot for anyone. Unable to take the building anticipation anymore, I start for the button of his shorts.

Adam stops, panting. Small, glistening lines of sweat cover his hairline, and his face looks red under the street light. “Wait. We’re not doing this here.”

I move my lips to his neck, nipping at the skin underneath his jaw. “I’m going to explode all over this alley like a geyser if you stop now.”

He carefully lowers me to the ground. “I don’t want this thing between us to be cheap.”

Rejected and angry, I step back, folding my arms with a glare. “It doesn’t have to be expensive. It’s just a sex thing, remember? That way we don’t have to worry about feelings getting hurt, egos getting bruised, etcetera and so forth.”

His sexy eyes search mine like he’s looking for someone else. “That’s what this is to you? Just a sex thing?”

“Ugh. Are we going to do this here? Now? We’ve got this crazy-hot attraction thing going. I’m sure four out of five doctors would recommend not fighting against it.” I glance down the alley, wishing for someone to step in and interrupt this inevitable conversation. “If you tell me you’re going back on the no touching rule, I swear to god I’ll hijack that damn pickup back to Wisconsin and leave your ass here.”

He takes my hands in his with a caring gaze that makes me breathless. His fingers wrap around mine, feeling as if there’s nowhere else his hands belong. “I’m not saying I don’t want to touch you. Because I do...as much as possible.”