Adam's List(63)

The most gorgeous guy in all of New York is waiting just for me.

The way his face transforms when he spots me and smiles, the way the light in his eyes turns into a living thing all on its own, I know he’s falling for me. And it terrifies me.

He meets me in the middle to wrap his arm around my waist. “You look amazing.

Edible, even.”

A coy smile crosses my lips. I play with the top button of his shirt. “It’s necessary if I’m going to be seen on your arm all night. I’m not up for any competition with these big city girls.”

He leans in, brushing his bottom lip up my jaw line. “There’s no competition.” His warm breath huffs inside my ear, curling my toes.

We return our bags to the pickup and stuff ourselves with giant burgers just a few blocks down. Afterward, we wander beyond the restaurant, enjoying the warm night air.

The city’s just as alive with traffic and people as I remember it from all my other trips.

There’s never a dull moment in New York, never a time long enough for you to possibly ever grow bored. It’s a city that’s constantly in motion, constantly making way for change.

Adam remains light and playful. He holds my hand, laughing and pointing out everything unusual we come across, sometimes whispering into my ear to tease me about the way I get excited by little things, or the way I hide behind my hair when he makes me laugh.

Near the edge of Midtown, we come upon a large crowd spilling into the street from an Irish pub. Over fifty people form a line to a large coach bus parked on the curb. They laugh and talk in loud voices like they’ve been at this all night.

I tilt my head at the bus. “Let’s go.”

He resists me with a chuckle. “On that? We don’t even know where it’s going. And it’s probably something you have to pre-pay for.”

“Do we care where it’s going?” I throw my hands up in the air. “This is New fucking York! Wherever it ends up is guaranteed to be somewhere amazing! Seriously, it’ll be fun!” I shuffle closer to run my finger across his beautiful bottom lip. “Buddy. If you’re on this trip for an adventure, you’re going to have to start taking risks.”

His eyes flicker from me to the people in line. Most of them seem to be just a little older than us, and incredibly intoxicated. Blending in shouldn’t be a problem.

Adam gives in with a low moan. “At least by morning we should have free accommodations. In jail.”

“Three hots and a cot? How could you turn a deal that good down?”

I yank on his arm and break into a jog. Like a couple of professional con artists, we slide between two couples talking in animation near the back. After a few minutes I swipe the bright pink sticker from a man’s shirt at our side when he isn’t looking, and slap it onto Adam’s chest before making a show of tangling my arms around his waist and reaching for his mouth, slipping my tongue inside. Adam responds right away, pushing his tongue past my teeth and running his hands across my back. The couples behind us hoot and applaud their approval.

“Alright, you two,” a woman says from inside the bus. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Giggling, I lead Adam up the steps of the bus. A blue glowing light illuminates the long aisle up the middle. Everyone has claimed their spots near the front of the fairly new bus, probably for first dibs at the next stop. I lead Adam to the last row of chairs in the back and let him sit first, then slip onto his lap.

“Exciting enough for ya...” I look at the pink sticker and giggle, “Roger?”

Adam slips his hand underneath my hair, cupping my neck as if it’s made of precious gemstones. “I’m starting to think you’re kind of crazy, once I really get to know you.”

I grin wickedly. “If you think I’m crazy now, check this out.”

Among the boisterous noise of the other passengers and the radio blasting some kind of dance mix, I part my lips and press them to Adam’s mouth, sticking out only the tip of my tongue, gentle, teasing against his lips. My right hand runs down the center of his chest, slipping underneath his shorts and dipping into his underwear.

He flinches with wide eyes, reaching for my hand. I carefully push him away with my other hand. “Trust me,” I whisper. “You’re going to dig this.”

I unbutton his shorts and release him through the slit in his boxer shorts. Titling my head to the side, I allow my long hair to make a veil between us and the rest of the bus, taking my time to suck and pull at his bottom lip, letting my other hand stroke his growing excitement. He moans soft and low in my mouth, letting his hand nearest the window creep up the bottom of my dress to my bare butt. A thousand nerves burst at the touch of his fingers against my skin.