Adam's List(62)

Once parked, I rest my head against the steering wheel. “So that was fun. Tomorrow we should sign up for skydiving lessons.”

Adam pulls on my hand. “Hey, come here.” He plants a drawn-out kiss on my lips before pulling back and resting his forehead to mine. “You were amazing. I doubt I could’ve gotten us through there in one piece.”

“You are kind of a pansy,” I agree, giggling. I break away from him and hop down from the pickup, stretching among the smells of gasoline and urine. The rather small parking ramp feels damp with humidity. “Welcome to New York.”

Adam grabs our bags from the backseat before coming to my side, his nose wrinkled. “Hmmm. Smells wonderful.”

“Some parts of the city aren’t so bad. Although I did see my first rat a few blocks off Broadway in the subway station. It was trying to pull a half full latte down the tracks.

Killed my taste for the stuff. Lattes, I mean, not rats. I haven’t formed an opinion on the vermin yet.”

Chuckling, he gathers our bags over one shoulder and drops his free arm around my back. “Let’s go find a place to unwind.” He leans in to kiss me, letting his lips linger.

“Maybe take a shower before we go out.”

“Ooo, I like the sound of that,” I tease, wiggling my eyebrows and nipping my teeth over his bottom lip.

Two hotels later, we’re still homeless and Adam has yet to see the jumbo-tron or the main walk into the bright lights and giant billboards of Times Square. By the time we walk into the fourth hotel, bustling with patrons, I nudge him and whisper, “Follow my lead.”

Hands held, we weave our way through the crowd and toward the elevators like we’re headed to our room. We’re able to snag the second elevator headed up. And we’re alone.

Adam watches me press the button for the top floor. “Where are we going?”

The minute the doors close I slam him into the metal wall. He lets out a pleasurable groan as I push my pelvis up against him, pinning him with my arms and trailing my lips up his neck. When our mouths meet, his fingers press to my bare back and he draws me tight against him. I part my lips and inhale deeply, literally stealing his breath before breaking away, grinning.

“That’s all you’re going to give me?” he asks, clearly turned on. He tugs at my belt loop, trying to bring me back. It’s great to see him as the horny guy rather than the emotional mess who just wanted to lovingly nuzzle me the night before. I can do horny.

The sweet spot between my legs throbs happily with thoughts of having my way with him. I can do horny just fine.

I turn back to the elevator doors, smirking. “For now.”

“You’re killing me.”

Adam watches me as the elevator climbs. We reach the top floor and I slip out without waiting for him. I hear him fumbling to catch up with my fast pace. “What are we doing, exactly?”

“I stayed here with my parents when I was fourteen. One of the only pools in all of Manhattan is on this roof. We can take a quick dip to...ah... cool down and shower in the bathrooms before grabbing something to eat. Let’s worry about finding a place later. If nothing else, there was a flat overnight rate in the parking ramp. We could always crash there.”

“I’m not really up for swimming. You go, I’ll nap.”

“You’re gonna miss out, buddy.” Before stepping out onto the roof, I whip my shirt off and throw it at him, revealing the small bikini top I slipped into at the last rest stop.

Adam’s eyes bulge. “How am I supposed to sleep with you dressed like that?”

I lean in to catch his lower lip with my teeth, sucking on it hard before releasing it.

“That’s the point. You’re not.”

The late afternoon crowd is so big that we’re able to slip in without anyone stopping us to see if we’re guests of the hotel. As much as I beg and plead, Adam refuses to join me for a swim. I stand at his side for a while as he gapes down at the city before I jump into the water and tread water for a spell.

After a quick shower in the lavish bathroom, I use their blow-dryer to scrunch my hair into sexy waves before putting on a sultry little pink dress that doesn’t go past my fingertips. Kelly picked out the matching pink polka dotted thong. A few dabs of mascara over fake eyelashes, a trick with white eyeliner Kelly taught me that makes my eyes pop, just the right amount of bronzer, and I’m ready to rock and roll.

Adam’s leaning against a wall across from the bathrooms in a white button down and tan cargo shorts. I lose my breath for a minute at the sight of his sharply cut jaw, steel blue eyes, and toned forearms that look darker in contrast to his shirt.