Foolproof Love(15)

 

“That answers that.” His hand on her hip tightened. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

 

“Oh…okay.”

 

“That wasn’t a request, sugar.”

 

And then he did exactly what he promised he would.

 

He kept it light, the slightest brushing of his lips on hers, over and over again, until she thought she might go mad with desire. She writhed against him, but he easily held her in place, taking his time, almost as if he was savoring the contact. Then, finally, his tongue coaxed her mouth open and he was kissing her.

 

Just like that, the spark between them went from campfire to wild blaze, flaring out of control.

 

One second she was wondering how in God’s name one man could taste so good, and the next she was rubbing against him like he was the best kind of catnip. He groaned against her mouth, his hand on her hip moving to her behind, lining them up. The feel of his hard length against the most sensitive part of her had her going still, but only for a moment. She rolled her hips, moaning at the delicious friction.

 

Adam took his mouth off hers long enough to curse, long and hard, and then she was on her back on the bench seat, him moving over her, his mouth reclaiming hers. Jules wrapped her legs around his waist, arching up to meet each thrust that dragged him against the seam of her jeans. He kissed down her jaw to her breasts. “Fuck, sugar, you’re one hell of an actress.”

 

She laughed, but the sound choked off when he yanked down her tank top and sucked her nipple into his mouth. “Oh my God.”

 

For some reason, that caused him to pause. He rested his forehead against her chest. “Hold on. Give me a second.”

 

That sounded dangerously close to him saying he wanted to stop. She grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails in. “Adam, I’m three seconds from coming. If you don’t finish what you started…” She couldn’t think of a threat strong enough, so she just made an incoherent sound of frustration. When he didn’t immediately move, she actually whimpered. “Please, Adam. Remember what you said? I’ll let you know when to stop. Well, I don’t know how else to tell you to keep going. Full steam ahead. Green light. Just make me come already.”

 

His body shook, and it took her a full two seconds to realize he was laughing. “You are something else.”

 

“As long as I’m something else that will be coming in short order.” Never in her life had she been this forward with anything sexual, but she felt like she might burst apart at the seams if he didn’t answer the beat pulsing through her body.

 

It was easier to demand it because this was Adam. He wasn’t her boyfriend, no matter what they were pretending. He wasn’t even a friend, really. He was just a seriously sexy guy doing her a favor that might nominate him for sainthood. She gasped when he grabbed her butt, sealing their bodies together. Okay, maybe not sainthood.

 

“Just this once.”

 

She wasn’t sure she could handle more than once. “Sure. Whatever you say.” As long as you don’t stop.

 

He hooked her leg higher and thrust against her, building up to the rhythm that had driven her so crazy. His mouth was on her neck, his words pouring over her. “I lied, sugar. I make you come once, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself from doing it again. It’s what a good boyfriend would do.”

 

“Fake…boyfriend.” She could barely get the words out past the pleasure spiking through her. Her orgasm rolled over her, setting her nerves aflame and making her entire body go tight and hot. “Holy crap.”

 

His laugh was almost a growl against her skin. “A fake boyfriend who gives you real orgasms.” He held her for a few seconds, long enough for her to realize he was still hard as a rock. Adam didn’t give her a chance to comment on it, though. He sat back and adjusted his jeans, leaving her to do the same.

 

Jules fixed her clothing, feeling like she was having an out-of-body experience. Had she really just dry humped her fake boyfriend in his pickup until he made her come? She had to say something, right now, otherwise they were going to devolve into what might be the most awkward situation of her life. She cleared her throat and looked around. “Oh, wow, this was a good call. I see Sheriff Taylor’s police cruiser down the road. He saw something for sure, and he gossips worse than Mrs. Peterson.”

 

There was a pause. And then finally, “Yep. That was the plan.”

 

The words came out flat, and she twisted to look at him. “Are you okay? I’m sorry that I basically just strong-armed you into giving me an orgasm.” Humiliation rolled over her despite her determination to push herself beyond her limits. “You tried to stop and I said no and, oh my God, I’m so sorry.”