Rescue Me(63)

“What’s going on with those two?”

“I don’t really know, exactly. They have both told me they like each other and I really think Antonio is being genuine. I am pretty sure it’s my sister who’s the one holding back.”

“Well that’s ludicrous. If she likes him then she should just go out with him, he’s not going to hurt her, for Christ’s sake.”

“Well, I know that, and so does she, but she knows what kind of guy he is. Seriously Adam, between you and me, she told me her feelings for him and I think she’s scared of them. They’re both adults so I am not butting in, but I am going to go check on her and be nosy about it.”

“You go do that.” He slaps my ass as I saunter away. Halfway up the stairs and I come to a complete stop as I mull over what Adam said to me the other night about the things he would love to do to my ass and how he would love to fulfill every one of my fantasies. I wonder if he has had the same fantasy as I have. But the real question is, could I actually go through with it?

You know that phrase, ‘quiet as a mouse?’ That’s me right now as I stand off to the side of the living room and listen to Antonio and my sister. I have never heard her laugh so hard and it’s a full out, real laugh. I want to jump up and down and clap my hands and flop around all over the place, but I don’t. I stand still and listen to the two of them go back and forth about pizza. What the hell is up with these people and their pizza anyway? I mean, I know the Schavones are Italian, but my sister is a chef and a damn good one at that, for goodness’ sake.

“What are you doing?”

Adam sneaks up behind and snakes his arms around my waist, nearly giving me a heart attack in the process.

“Damn you! You scared the crap out of me,” I whisper.

“Sorry about that, but you look like you’re hiding over here,” he whispers back.

“That’s because I am. Now shh.” I jab him softly in the gut. With his hands still around my waist, he tugs me backwards with him until we are stopped in the middle of the hallway. Instantly, I spin around to face him.

“That is so not funny!”

“You don’t need to be spying on them.”

“I am not spying on them.”

“Yes, you are.”

I stomp my foot. Yes, I stomp my foot like a child. “No I’m not. Didn’t you hear Shelby laughing? She was laughing. Oh, I don’t know! It’s just that the sound of her laughter makes me so happy.”

Before I know what’s happening, all of the air is swooshed out of my lungs as Adam takes my mouth in his and backs me up against the wall into the deepest, most lingering kiss we have ever had. Sweet Lord, he smells so good. I don’t think I can ever put a description on his scent. His lips are soft, his tongue is demanding. We are both fighting for control. When Adam nudges my legs apart with his all my senses disappear, and if he wasn’t cupping and squeezing my ass I would crumple to the floor.

After what I know have been several minutes, we break apart, panting so hard that our chests are rising and falling. When I finally catch my breath I look up into his lust-filled eyes.

“What was that for?” I ask.

“I really don’t know, aside from the simple fact that every time I look at you, I can’t believe you’re mine. I want to continue to be the one to make you happy, Erin.”

Oh hell, there he goes again with words that leave me aching in all the right places.

“You make me happy just by being in my presence,” I say earnestly.

“Yeah?” he asks, grinding into me.

“Yes, you do.”

We stand and stare at each other in silence and let our eyes do the talking for us until we are interrupted.

“Jesus Christ, you two!”

We swing our heads in Antonio’s direction.

“What?” Adam snaps.

“I came around the corner to go to the bathroom, but instead I find the two of you all over each other. Now when I get in the bathroom I am going to have to rub one out because that, my friends, was nothing short of soft porn.”

He walks past Adam on his way to the bathroom and pats Adam on the shoulder as he walks by.

“Lucky bastard,” he says as he all but slams the bathroom door shut. I stand there and bust out laughing. Can this day get any better?

After countless peals of laughter from everyone at dinner, the house is finally quiet. Adam and I sit down in front of the television after both of us laid in the fort with Sierra until she fell asleep. Antonio and Shelby left shortly after we were done cleaning the kitchen and as I finally pull my legs up under me and lay my head on Adam’s shoulder, the weight of the long day has me barely able to keep my eyes open.