“Don’t be sorry,” I say.
I hit the start button on the dishwasher and take his hand in mine. Without a word, I usher him out of the kitchen and upstairs. He doesn’t pull away or protest. He lets me take control and lead him into my bedroom.
I let go of his hand to turn on the side table lamp by my bed. When I turn around, the look in his eyes takes my breath away. There’s so much desire and want in his expression that it increases my own need to be with him.
“Cami, what are we doing here?” He steps toward me but stops short of touching me. “I need you to tell me exactly what you want.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. My nerves and fear are fighting against my strength. I steel my emotions and force myself to lookhim in the eyes and answer him. “I want to feel again. With you. Please, make me feel again.”
His eyes darken, and his nostrils flare. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“I’m ready for you.” Feeling brave, I pull my sweater over my head and step into him. I press my hand against his chest, and he lets out a guttural growl that hits me right between the legs. I look up, and his hooded eyes cause my own heart rate to increase. “I want your hands and your mouth all over me. And I want to feel you inside me.”
His hands slowly run up my back until he reaches the edge of my bra. He undoes the clasp and slides the straps down my shoulders and arms. His eyes widen in admiration as he takes in the swell of my breasts. The look in his eyes gives me more confidence, and I push my shoulders back, lifting my chest a little higher.
He stares at me like he’s unsure what to do next. My confidence starts to waver under his gaze, but then he wraps his arms under my ass and lifts me up. His mouth claims one of my nipples with a fierceness I’m not expecting. It’s hot and elicits a groan from deep inside me.
He backs me up to the bed and slowly lays me down, never breaking his lips away from my breast. He licks and sucks and nips at me with a savage intensity, and the ache between my legs threatens to ignite and consume me.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he stops. He drops his forehead to my chest, struggling to breathe. “Shit, Cami. I’m not prepared for this.”
I lift his head and force his eyes to meet mine. “I don’t understand.”
He lets out a low growl and rubs his hand over his face. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t expect you to ask me to stay. I’m not prepared.”
“Oh. I didn’t even think about that.” I squeeze my eyes shut and let my head fall back. I’m so out of practice with this. I haven’t needed condoms in ages. I push myself up on my elbows, putting our faces so close our noses brush against each other. “Adam, I can’t have any more kids. I had that taken care of years ago. And I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since Mark.”
“I don’t even want to admit how long it's been for me.” He drops his head and runs his fingers through his hair before he looks at me again. “You trust me that much?”
“I do.” My nervous energy increases, and I struggle to control my breathing. I want him badly—now. If he rejects me, I might die a little inside. With a tentative voice, I ask, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes. Completely.” He doesn’t hesitate in his reply. His mouth is on mine so fast I don’t have a chance to brace myself. With this one kiss, he demands everything from me, and I’m more than willing to let him own me for the night.
He pulls his mouth away from my swollen lips and kisses a trail along my jawline and down my neck. His prickly beard hits every single nerve ending along the way, and I feel myself get wetter in anticipation of what he might do next.
He works his way down my body, stopping at my breasts to taste each one before he continues his journey down my stomach. He swirls his tongue around my navel, making me squirm and gasp. His lips and tongue and the scruff of his beard feels so good on my body. I feel worshiped and cherished in a way I never thought I’d ever experience again, and I want so much more.
When he sits back on his heels, I nearly cry out at the loss of his warmth over me. But the loss is short lived. He makes quick work of undoing my pants and stripping me down to my thin lace panties.
He stands, grasps my hips, and tugs me down on the bed until I’m positioned right at the edge. I shiver under the intensity of his gaze as he rakes his eyes down my body and settles between my legs. When he kneels next to the bed and kisses my inner thigh, I jump at the sensitivity of his touch.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his lips on my skin and lifts my leg to gain better access. He kisses behind my knee, then runs his tongue up the inside of my leg until he reaches my mound. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming out his name.
He sucks on me through my panties as he slides a finger down my center. The sensation is almost too much, and my body bucks from his touch.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.” His words vibrate against me.
In one quick move, he rips my panties from my body and his mouth is on me. His tongue swipes my center, and his lips wrap around my clit and suck.
“Adam,” I cried out in pleasure. I slide my hands into his hair and greedily push him into me. His mouth feels so damn good, and I want more. He must sense my need, because more is exactly what he gives me. He licks and sucks and fucks me with his tongue until I explode in his mouth. He’s relentless, ringing out every last drop of my orgasm until my body stills. Only then does he release me.
He sits back on his heels and smiles at me. “Damn, that was beautiful.”
CHAPTER 15
ADAM
If I never live another day after today, it’ll be okay.
