Supporting me against the wall with one arm, he reached between us with the other and unfastened his pants. I felt his erection prod at my opening. This was going to be fast. Hard. No slow build, no nice words. Raw lust was driving me and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me. I needed that connection.
After shoving his pants low on his hips, Adam brought his hand back to his mouth and licked his fingertips, then reached down and rubbed the wetness over the tip of his cock.
“Need you now,” he groaned.
“Yes!” I dug my heel into the back of his thigh. He thrust hard into me.
My breath caught. I was wet, but not overly so. There was a slight bite of pain from the tight fit, but that edgy burn sparked a fire and it smoldered beneath my skin.
I felt him everywhere. So thick and long. He pounded in and out. There would be a bruise on my ass from hitting the wall over and over as Adam hammered inside me. I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted it. Wanted the pain, the mark that showed he was here. Because with it came so much pleasure.
My obsession for this man was dangerous. One look from him and the world fell away and I was his. However. Wherever.
I came instantly, violently. With a groan, he was right behind me. I breathed deeply the scent of his hair and skin. I knew we couldn’t linger, no matter how badly I wanted to.
He withdrew and I felt the warmth of his semen trickle down my thighs. He took out his handkerchief, knelt before me, and wiped it away.
I knew my mouth must have never quite shut because I had trouble getting enough air. He didn’t say anything, merely adjusted my dress, took my hand, and led me back up to the party.
We arrived in the dining room just as everyone was being seated for dinner. Emma waved at us and Adam ushered me over. I sat in silence between him and his sister while the announcer gave the list of who had won what from the silent auction.
My muscles were humming and my skin flushed hot. I still felt him. The last remnants of his orgasm coated my core, keeping me constantly wet. His eyes fixed on me as the speaker announced another winner. Even as we clapped, Adam didn’t take his stare from me. Everything that had just happened, from the way he mastered my body to the deep blue fire burning in his eyes, was a reminder of the power he had over me.
Here we were, surrounded by people I didn’t know—people he had had a relationship with at some point, and I didn’t know how to deal with jealousy. Mostly because I had never felt it before.
As much as Adam calmed me, everything around him unnerved me. Not being prepared for him was one thing, but his lifestyle and all the emotions that went into it was another. When I didn’t trust myself to act logically, I usually left the situation that threatened my sanity. Space was a tool I used to regain my sense, but Adam was taking over and instead of running away, I was hurling myself at him.
If this was a game, Adam held the advantage…
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I held on to my clutch as the limo bumped along the streets of Chicago. Emma and I had exchanged numbers. I liked her so much already. Very blunt, but sweet. She reminded me a lot of Megan, only with more edges. Plus, she had to deal with Adam on a regular basis, so it was nice to see a female able to tackle the feat and still have a full head of hair.
I didn’t even realize we had stopped in front of Adam’s penthouse. He got out and offered me his hand.
“Aren’t you going to take me home?”
“No.” He guided me through the doors and into the elevator. “I was hoping you’d stay with me tonight.”
The thought made me happy. That warm and fuzzy happy. And I needed that. I had held it together through the event, but the truth was, I didn’t know how to handle these feelings. Assurance was something I’d need constantly until I gained enough emotional ground and security for this situation.
I didn’t know if it was even fair to ask that of Adam. The way he looked at me right then spoke volumes. We had just been surrounded by some of the most beautiful women in the world, yet Adam Kinkade had taken me home and wanted me in his bed.
He leaned in and kissed me. Softly and gently. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered against my lips.
“How do you do that?”
The elevator opened into Adam’s foyer and we walked through.
“Do what?”
“You seem to…read my mind.”
He shook his head. “I read your body. I’ve told you before you’re very expressive. I can tell how you hold yourself, when you tense, how your brow starts to strain.” He touched my forehead and I immediately relaxed my frown. “You give off cues that tell me when you’re troubled, over thinking…” He clutched my hips and pulled my body into his. “And when you’re wanting.”