He whispers. “I’m here.”
As his speed increases, I brace myself with my hand on the headboard. He pounds against me, and I lift my legs, allowing him to shove even further inside. He slides his hand up the back of my thigh to my ankle, pushing it to rest on the front of his shoulder. He grinds against me. My clit, my slit—all of me—pulses with every roll of his hips.
“Stop running. I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses my neck, and I quiver with the idea that he might really stay.
Maybe he will. Maybe they don’t all leave.
Adam’s gaze captures mine, and he smiles as he drives into me. The smacking of wetness between us builds the faster he moves. He licks his bottom lip, and I rise to take it between my teeth, tugging him closer. His tongue tangles with mine as our bodies entwine.
He sinks in, promises falling from his lips straight to my heart. “Trust me.”
He empties my mind of all other experiences and fills me with only thoughts of him and me. Our time together is all that matters. It’s as if there wasn’t anyone before, just him. Just me. Just us.
Just this.
His strokes are long and hard, and each one pushes me closer to the edge of that cliff I want so badly to dive from.
“Let go, Beautiful. Come for me.” His breath is hot at my ear.
I throw my arms wide and close my eyes, allowing every brush, every thrust, every touch to soak into my being, to gather together until they push me higher and higher. Adam bangs against my pussy, the friction a sweet torture to be endured until it frees me.
Then, as my mind fractures with the pleasure of it all, the swell of pressure is too much, and the world, my world, explodes around me, in me, through me. My body convulses, and my pussy seizes around Adam’s as I cry his name.
He jams his cock deeper and arches his spine, throwing his head back.
“Fuck. Yes!” He meets my every pulse with his own orgasm. His seed jets inside me, hot and filling. And reminding me of the thing I forgot.
TWENTY
I go still, and Adam collapses atop me, holding his weight on his forearms on either side of my shoulders.
My stomach sinks.
Shit. I still have to tell him.
He rolls to his side and pulls me against him, pushing my hair aside and kissing my temple. I drag in a deep breath and give myself these precious moments to memorize the feel of his arms around me. In case he doesn’t handle the news well and really does take off.
The sound of breaking glass crashes in on our afterglow.
I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
Adam grabs at my hand. “Leave it.”
But I can’t. “Chloe might cut herself on whatever she broke.”
He drags himself from the bed and follows me.
Chloe sits on the plate I abandoned earlier. Adam’s plate is on the floor—in pieces, the remnants of his steak and potato smeared across the tile.
“Par for the course.” I let out a sigh and shoo her off the table. “Go, you terrorist. All you do is tear shit up and make a nuisance of yourself.”
She scampers off, stopping at the entry to the kitchen to turn and give me an extra-loud meow, as though to tell me she doesn’t much care for my assessment of her character.
“Well, too bad. Don’t be a rotten mess, and I won’t call you a terrorist.”
Adam’s shoulders shake as he laughs. “You sound like me when I’m talking to Spike. What we put up with from our critters.”
He picks up the broken dish while I get the food cleared and put away.
Suddenly, Adam stops and grins at me. “You know, this should be a thing—cleaning naked. All cleaning should be done sans clothing from now on. I declare this to now be law.”
I wiggle my hips as I scrub and wipe the table. “That would make it more fun.”
Adam grabs for me, flopping into the chair, dragging me onto his lap, his cock erect and pressing hard against my ass cheek. He kisses the back of my neck, tickling me so that I wriggle around. Then he suddenly stops.
I open my eyes. His brows knit.
I ask, “What?”
He nods to Chloe, who’s strutting into the kitchen, a white stick hanging from her mouth.
My jaw drops, right along with my stomach. Adam moves me off his lap and stands.
Fuck. “Damned thief cat!”
I lunge for the little black and white, living, breathing disaster-maker.
Chloe hunkers down, eyeing me and growling as though to say, “Take my prize and I will end your ass, human.”
Adam dodges around me and grabs the stick from her mouth.
My shoulders hunch, and I bite my lip, covering my eyes.
Maybe he won’t know what it is. Maybe I can turn back the clock to earlier and tell him about the baby before he finds out like this.
Fucking cat.
Adam clears his throat, but I don’t look up. I can’t.