Rescue Me(56)

“You like him, don’t you?”

“Who?” She looks at me, stunned.

“Antonio. You like him.”

“I do,” she whispers. “And it pisses me the hell off that I do. So, there. That’s my problem.”

“Shelby,” I say as I get up and cross the room to her. “Don’t act like that. If you like him, then tell him. Go have some fun while you’re here.”

She shakes her head ‘no’.

“He’s a damn manslutting, slutbag, that’s the most infuriating part. I don’t understand how I can be attracted to a man like that and it just pisses me off even more.”

I bust out laughing at her outburst.

“It’s not fucking funny,” she fumes.

“It is! I am sorry but it really is. It’s about damn time you’re attracted to something or someone besides that damn restaurant of yours.”

She huffs and turns her back to me, starting to cut up her vegetables while trying her best to ignore me as I gain some control. I nudge her shoulder with mine and grab a knife to start helping her. It only takes a few short moments before she nudges me back with her hip and I swear when I chance a glance her way she has a hint of a sparkle in her eyes.

In no time, dinner is finished and Sierra can’t quit talking about the big surprise that she and Adam have made as we sit enjoying what has to be the best tasting stir-fry I have ever had.

“This is so good, Shelby,” Adam compliments through a mouthful of food. “You should move here and open up a restaurant.”

“If you move here Aunt Shelby, I can work for you,” Sierra chimes in.

“Is that so? And what would you do for me, little Miss Sierra?”

“Well, I could bake cookies for you.”

“Yes, of course. Your famous cookies. Those would be my best seller right there, wouldn’t they?”

“Yup,” Sierra laughs.

“No, really. I can’t move here and you guys know that.”

“Yes you can, Aunt Shelby. Me and mommy did, right, mommy?”

“Yes, we did,” I answer as I pat her little hand.

“Yeah, well I can’t. So let’s drop it, okay?”

Adam says nothing more but gives a fleeting look my way.

Adam cleans up after dinner and I set about getting Sierra ready for bed. Shelby retreats to her room and I anticipate how the rest of the evening is going to go as I long for Adam’s touch. It’s crazy how you can be in the same room with someone and still not be close enough to them. As I tuck my precious little cargo into her bed and secure her blankets firmly around her, I stare into her sleepy eyes and thank my lucky stars she is safe and has a man like Adam to look up to.

“Good night, baby girl,” I say as I kiss her cheek and stand to leave.

“Good night, Mommy.” She rolls over and is out before I even close the door behind me.

Adam is in his office working as I come down the hallway. I leave him to do his thing as I walk on through his bedroom and into the bathroom. I so desperately need a shower. I strip my clothes off and pull my hair up on top of my head. Before I step into the shower I make a quick examination of my face.

“God, it looks terrible,” I announce out loud. The swelling has gone down but the bruises are simply horrendous. I am startled by Adam’s voice behind me.

“The view from here isn’t terrible at all,” he states.

“Is that so?”

He stands there for several seconds with our eyes locked in the mirror and then in two strides he has himself planted up against me as he reaches around and palms my breasts in his big hands.

“It’s the truth. I see nothing but beauty standing in front of me.” He places his lips on the back of my neck and continues to knead my breasts as he makes his way down my spine with his gentle torture. When he finally reaches the curve of my ass, he continues down. He moves his hands to the cheeks of my bottom and squeezes. “God, I could kneel right here all damn night and never get tired of looking at this ass.”

“Adam, I…oh!” I let out a soft yelp as he bites my backside.

“The things I have fantasized about doing with this round, tight ass has my mind spinning out of fucking control every time I look at it. But that fantasy will have to be saved for another time because tonight I am going to stand behind you and watch you fall apart at every touch.” He tenderly kisses back up my spine. “Every caress.” He kisses again. “Every word.” Reaching my ear.

I am a pile of slobbering putty at his words. If his arms were not around my waist I would crumple to the floor.

“Open your eyes and look at us, baby,” he commands. When I open my eyes and look at him as he traces his hands up and down my body I see nothing but him and his love shining back at me. He lets go of me for the briefest of moments to pull his shirt over his head and slips out of his jeans. His straining erection with that delectable piece of jewelry at the tip is the most striking thing I have ever seen. I feel the moisture increase between my legs. He reaches back and shuts the door, and with confidence steps over and shuts off the shower. He is back behind me before I can feel his loss.