He grabs the upper part of the window frame and swings into the house. “Here, let’s see.”
I frown. “No. Thanks. I’m fine.”
“Let me look.” He steps toward me.
I retreat.
“Don’t be a baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m not being a baby. And I’m fine. It’s a little bump on the noggin.”
He wipes his hands on his jeans and reaches for me, framing the sides of my face with big, callused palms as he tilts my skull forward. “Just let me see.”
I hold still while he inspects the injury.
When he steps closer, he dwarfs me.
My heartbeat thumps, not only in my chest, but also at the knot that’s likely forming on my head.
He gently lays a kiss on my crown, and a warm ribbon of—of something I haven’t felt in a long time winds through me.
“I think you’re going to live.” He says, his lips still pressed to the sore spot.
I swallow hard as a tendril of caution pulls me away from his touch—his mouth. I drag in a measured breath and release it even more slowly. It does nothing to calm the erratic rhythm of my blood crashing through my veins.
“Okay then.” I clasp my hands behind me, if for no other reason than to keep myself from grabbing his shirt and yanking him closer.
That would be a bad idea.
He pulls his shades off, revealing the part of his face I’ve not seen before. His hooded gaze is intense and traps my own when I want nothing more than to look anywhere but at him.
I clear my tight throat. “Thanks for checking me out. I mean—hell—I hope your dog enjoys my dinner. Have a nice rest of your day.”
Hazel eyes bore into mine. “What if I’m not finished checking you out?”
My mouth goes dry as all the moisture drains straight to my sadly under-used girly parts.
Oh, good Lord, what do I do?
“I should see how Chloe’s doing.” I turn away.
He grabs my hand and pulls my back against his chest, his palm gliding around my waist, lightly holding me against him.
His breath tickles the nape of my neck when he whispers, “I understand you need a little help with your writing.”
Warmth curls low in my belly. “My writing?”
“Yeah. I heard you might be looking for a way to free the tension that’s got your words all jammed up. I can give you the release you need.”
The throbbing from my head takes up residence in my pussy, each heartbeat a reminder of how long it’s been since anyone has given me any kind of release.
Call him on his bluff. Leigh’s words come to mind, bringing a smile with them.
“Is that so?” I twist in his embrace until we’re face to face.
His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
My stomach quivers as something comes over me—call it mischief, stupidity, or insanity. It doesn’t really matter.
Steadying myself by holding on to his rock hard biceps, I stand on my tip-toes and nip his lip. “I think you just want to kiss me.”
Lord, what has gotten into me?
“Oh, I want to do way more than that.”
His lips crash into mine. His arms tighten around my waist as he walks me backward to the chaise lounge. He sucks in my bottom lip as he lays me down.
This is not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.
I surrender to the sensations rocking me. He nestles his hard-on against the pulse beating between my legs. His body covers me as he plunders my mouth and his hand wanders to my breast. He drags his teeth across my lip and grinds his hips against mine, pressing his erection closer.
It’s been so long. And I think he really wants me.
Me.
Adam’s tongue slashes mine as he deepens the kiss. He trails kisses from the corner of my mouth down the side of my neck to my collarbone. I arch my back, crushing my breast into his palm. He squeezes as he pushes the top of my cami down to taste my nipple, running his tongue around the pink bud and sending a spark of pleasure straight to my pussy.
I grab the hem of his t-shirt, dragging it up so I can run my hands over the heated skin of his back. Muscles ripple beneath my fingertips as they dance across the contours of his torso. I close my eyes tighter, reveling in the feel of him.
All the while, I do my best to push away the little voice in the recesses of my mind sending out warnings.
This is truly nuts.
Plain irresponsible.
After all, I don’t know this guy from—from—well, Adam.
A giggle bursts from my lips just as he pops the snap on my pants.
He pulls up short. “What’s funny?”
I throw my hand over my face, my grin refusing to fade. “Nothing. Really.”
He narrows his eyes.
“Sorry. I had a thought.” I bite my lips together trying to stem the next wave of giggles.