He dipped his head and tucked his mouth between her neck and shoulder. The tender kisses she gave him were gifts of sensual joy. He hadn’t known this existed, but was damn sure he couldn’t see himself living without it.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he filled her completely and without shame. He’d given her a fantasy they both shared. A fantasy that only he could fulfill. He continued to enter her with a compassionate and gentle ease. He felt his flesh expand, allowing her warm walls to hug his restless cock. The pressure was building. The threads of his control were fraying, and he was going to burst at any moment. The beast inside him was winning as he fought the urge to rut her wet core. Her body welcomed him, soothed the hard and long strokes until their bodies flowed as one. She leaned up to press a soft kiss on his furrowed brow.
He panted, trying to hold on. The heat, the smooth glide, every sensation kept him teetering on the edge. “I can’t hold on. God, this feels so damn good.”
“Adam. Come for me.”
Her tight walls hugged his cock, massaging him just before he came in a torrent of waves that seemed to last forever. Lily tucked her head against his shoulder as he squeezed her against his chest. Her hot breath panted against his skin when he cradled her in his arms.
He lay still, resting inside her, feeling the comfort of her body beneath him.
He looked up. Tony was sitting on a chair with Renee straddling him. She flung her head back, moaning out her delight. Tony’s focus was not on her splendid body, but on Lily and Adam. Adam smiled at Tony, but Tony hesitated before tilting his lips in a half grin.
Adam glanced down at Lily, who was falling asleep beneath him. He slipped out of her and helped her to her feet. “Let’s go upstairs and get ready for bed,” he said as he guided her out of the parlor. “I want to take a shower with you and see your face without this mask.” He felt her lean into him as he helped her up the stairs. “Can I sleep here tonight?”
She rested her head against his chest as he opened the bedroom door. “Yes, my Adam. I would like that.”
Chapter Twelve
Adam stretched before rolling around on the mattress, trying to wake up. He stuck his hand down the crotch of his underwear and scratched. Damn, it’d been six days since he’d fucked, and his cock was screaming to get off. He hadn’t heard from Lily since she’d left for a book tour. He missed her soft voice, the way she laughed at herself when she did something goofy. He’d gotten so used to hearing the simple things she offered that when she was gone, the silence was deafening.
She’d gotten in sometime yesterday but hadn’t called to tell him she was home. He hadn’t gone to the house to see her, thinking it would be best to wait for her to come to him. He groaned and scooted off the bed. How long was he going to have to wait?
He padded downstairs wearing nothing more than a pair of white boxer briefs and a stubble beard. After fumbling with the coffeemaker, he opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs. A rustle on the front porch caught his attention.
Opening the door, he found Lily tiptoeing down the small steps. “Going somewhere?”
“Oh, I hope I didn’t wake you up. I was going to leave you some breakfast.”
Adam looked down in the doorway. Another one of her enticing baskets was sitting on the wooden planks.
“I can see you just got up,” she said, a bright blush washing over her cheeks.
Adam looked down. Even he could see the outline of his dick beneath his underwear. He could only imagine her view. The thought made his cock thicken. He leaned over to pick up the basket. “So, where’s your red cape?”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She smiled. “Does that make you the wolf?”
“I guess it does,” he said as he motioned for her to come in. Adam turned around, watching the way her little sundress hugged the roundness of her womanly hips. Hips he wanted to hold on to while he bent her over the edge of the sofa. He steadied his stance with the thought. The early-morning rays would sparkle against her sun-kissed skin as he caressed her back and took a fistful of that soft hair and gently tugged her head back for a kiss. Yeah, he could so get down with that plan.
And that smell. God, help me not to rip her damn clothes off. Some kind of sweet smell radiated from her pores, and he was more than ready to lick every last scent from her naked body.
She put her hands behind her back. “Can I have a cup of coffee?”
“Sure.” Adam set the basket on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to fill two mugs. “Black or sugar?”
“Honey, please.”
“Honey?” He scanned the cabinets, finding a large bottle of honey. “Nick knew he’d better have a lot on hand for you, huh?”