Suddenly, she felt self-conscious, exposed. It was silly, but she didn’t know what to say, how to act with this new version of Adam.
Then all thoughts of talking vanished because he moved back and lifted her onto her knees. Her face was still pressed against the mattress, dress down around her arms like a restraint. Cool air hit her skin when he flipped the skirt of it up.
“This perked-up little ass has been tormenting me for years.” He gripped the sides of her underwear and dragged them down her thighs. His groan made her belly quiver. “Fuck, look at you. Look how fucking gorgeous you are. Round sexy ass, pussy pink and swollen, slick from my mouth. You need more, don’t you, baby girl?”
She choked on the words she’d finally mustered, and instead made a needy whimper that said it all, really. He was right, she did need more. She needed all of him, right goddamn now. But he didn’t impale her with that impressive erection. No, he gripped her ass and buried his face between her cheeks, tongue delving into her pussy again. In the position he had her, all she could do was grind back against his face, since her ability to speak hadn’t yet returned.
It wasn’t long before she was coming again, shaking and screaming into the covers, then he flipped her over and used his mouth and his fingers to make her come again and again until she didn’t know which way was up. Until she was nothing but a sweaty, trembling heap on the bed, barely able to keep her eyes open.
She was still trying to recover when she felt him drag something over her. A blanket?
The bed jiggled a little, but she couldn’t open her eyes. Her heavy lids refused to obey her command, and instead she passed out.
Lucy woke to a weird noise, a kind of rustling sound. She dragged her eyes open, but had to shove her unruly hair out of the way so she could see. The first thing she noticed was it was morning. The curtains at the front were still shut but the other window high on the wall on the other side of the room had nothing over it and the bright morning sun streamed in, making her squint. The second thing: she was in bed alone. The sound came again and she turned toward the table, the same table Adam had sat her on last night. He sat there sipping a coffee, several paper bags in front of him. Obviously that was the sound she’d heard.
He took a bite out of what looked like a pastry and a smile curved his lips. “Morning,” he said with his mouth full.
After another sip of his coffee, he rested his arm on the table and she felt her face heat remembering what they’d done there, what he’d done to her. “You’re up early.”
He shrugged. “I was hungry. Plus, we need to get going soon.”
His hair was damp. “You’ve already showered?”
“Got these, came back, and grabbed a shower.”
She glanced down at herself, sprawled in the middle of the bed like a damned starfish. Exactly the position she’d gone to sleep in last night. “You didn’t sleep in the bed?” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but the realization hit harder than it should.
“Come and eat,” he said instead of answering her.
He’d changed his mind. They’d had one night together, a night where she’d orgasmed so many times she’d lost count and passed out, and he’d what? Slept on the damn floor. He hadn’t even gotten off. She hadn’t even really touched him. He probably thought she was the most selfish lover he’d ever had.
He wasn’t looking her in the eye.
“You’ve changed your mind.”
“Lucy—”
“Why didn’t you sleep in the bed?”
“Luce—”
“Did you sleep on the floor?”
He cursed. “The car.”
She shot up, dragging the covers with her. “What? Why?” Standing, she wrapped the sheet around her, toga-style. “I thought you were okay with this. I thought you wanted it as much as me.”
He shoved a hand through his hair in frustration. “I do.”
Relief sparked to life, but he was still looking at her in a weird way, still twitchy as hell. “Then what’s the problem?”
His knee started jiggling. “I just think it’s better if we keep this about sex. Sleeping together, it can only complicate things.”
They’d already done…stuff. Naked, sweaty stuff. How could sleeping in the same bed complicate things more than they already were? Then it hit her. “You think I’ll get attached?”
Those blue eyes were on her now. A muscle ticked in his check when his jaw went tight. “No,” he said carefully. “I just think…”
Screw this. He wasn’t going to keep her at arm’s length; she wouldn’t let him. This was it for them, these next few days, and she wouldn’t let him freeze up and freak out. Closing the space between them, she stepped between his spread thighs. “You’re overthinking this.” Sliding her hand from his hard jaw to his hair, she massaged his scalp, then lightly fisted and tilted his head back. The man’s eyes looked like they were about to roll back in his head. She hid her smile. “And how can this be just about sex when I haven’t had you inside me yet?”