“What should I do?” she whispered as he slipped his finger inside her up to the knuckle. She let out an embarrassing whimper, and he hissed in satisfaction.
“Whatever you like.”
“I mean... for you.” She didn’t have an extensive repertoire, but Adrian was obviously working off a longer menu that had a lot of very gourmet sex on it, and he might have some good ideas. More good ideas.
“You are doing perfectly,” he said, which wasn’t an answer.
He curled his finger, catching her gasp with his mouth. Caroline twisted her face into the smooth, shaving-cream-smelling side of his neck and bit him lightly on his Adam’s apple, trying to gather her initiative. She wriggled free and got her dress all the way off, taking a moment to appreciate Adrian in his rumpled, shirtless glory. He already looked undone, with his dark copper hair mussed and his lips full and glossy. His eyes were dark and intent as he reached to pull her back to him.
She gave him a beseeching, impatient look, and he atlast began to unzip his trousers and pull himself free, still moving with less haste than she thought the situation deserved. She wanted him inside her right now. Ten minutes ago. No, two months ago.Immediately, in any event.
He held the condom in one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his cock, looking down at her with consideration that she could feel pressed against her bare skin.
“How do you want me?” Caroline asked, her voice catching in her dry throat.
He took a deep breath, like a man preparing to dive off a cliff. “Every way. Every single way.”
She could have objected to that too, but she couldn’t help the wide, silly grin that spread across her face. Yeah, every single way sounded good to her too. She opened her arms to him, and he bent over her after rolling on her ridiculous condom.
“We’ll just start like this,” he said, murmuring low into her ear as he braced his hand next to her head. “And you’ll just hold on tight to me, sweetheart. As tight as you can. And then we’ll do everything else.”
“Okay.” She kissed him again on his swollen mouth, hands cupped around his face. “Now?”
“Now,” Adrian agreed against her lips.
She welcomed him with parted thighs and lips spread in a small, round O. He pressed his cock down to slowly sink inside her.
It had been so long since anything had been exactly what she’d expected. Since anything had gone exactlyright. But the slow, effortless slide of his body into hers was everything she’d wanted. It was perfectly right. He tangled his hands in hers, and she felt everything else fly away, out of sight.
Chapter Sixteen
When Adrian pulled on his pants and staggered off to the bathroom, Caroline decided that food was what they needed next. She had not eaten dinner, after all. Adrian had probably heard her stomach rumbling from close to the source.
There wasn’t much in the way of leftovers, and she was hardly going to serve the first man she’d ever brought home to her own apartment a frozen microwave meal. Caroline glared at her pantry and closed its door. Then she grabbed a fistful of delivery menus off the fridge with one hand and her chocolate cake with the other.
When Adrian reemerged, still looking dazed, he caught her seated on the bed with her first forkful of cake halfway to her lips.
“I didn’t have dinner,” she said guiltily. “And I’ll have to wash the sheets anyway, so...”
She wondered whether she ought to have put on some clothes, since she was still naked with the cake dish in her lap. She had a sudden image of herself in a frilly satin robe—what did people wear after sex, anyway, if they didn’t have to put on clothes and go back to a motel room without waking up their teammates? Dinner, postcoital attire, underwear suitable for third-party review: these were among the sexual logistics she had not yet optimized.
Adrian didn’t say anything but climbed into bed next to her, propping himself up on one elbow. He filched one of the decorative pecans from the top of the cake, then went back in with a finger for the puff of chocolate pastry cream the nut had rested on.
“You made this?” he asked, making a move to steal a second pecan before Caroline passed him a fork of his own.
“Well, sort of. I messed it up. The ganache was supposed to be shiny, but I don’t think I tempered the chocolate right.”
Adrian took an obnoxiously large bite, leaving chocolate icing smeared around his lips.
“I think it’s perfect,” he said. He leaned in and pressed a sucking kiss to the little wrinkle in her stomach where she was curled around the cake stand. “Delicious.”
Caroline giggled as he licked off the chocolate crumbs he’d just left on her body.
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
She started to cackle.
He tossed one arm around her waist, and Caroline had to hurriedly slide the cake onto the nightstand to avoid knocking it on the floor. He pressed kisses to her stomach, the valley between her breasts, her collarbones, until he was holding himself over her again, cradled between her thighs. He smiled beneficently down at her, and his unusually sunny expression felt like daylight on bare shoulders.
