I don’t even realize I have my hand on my heart until I realize I can feel how hard it’s beating against my palm. “Oh. Thank you.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not finished.”
I lean back and take a deep breath, hoping to calm my nervous system the tiniest bit so I remember every second of this conversation for the rest of my life. “Okay. Well, I’m not going to stop you from giving a speech about how awesome you think I am.”
He shakes his head again, a smile curving upon his face, the beginnings of his dimples showing as though I’d lightly pressed my thumbs there. “It’s not how awesome Ithinkyou are. It’s literally how awesome youare.” He laughs a little bit. “And it’s not just your character. I’m sure you’ve figured out by now how attractive I find you.”
I smile. “I mean. I kinda figured you might’ve had a little crush on me. But I’m open to hearing the details.”
He lifts his hands and gestures to me. “You. Look at you.” I widen my smile to a grin now because he had said the same to me as @tryingsomethingnew. And it’s beginning to dawn on me how lovely that is, that the man I was sexting and joking with on- and offline is one and the same. It’s Adam. It was Adam the whole time, and considering the moments I first developed feelings for Adam—years ago, when I was still a ghost? It’s always been Adam.
He swallows as he looks at me up and down and down and up, so slowly that I have to suppress a shiver. “You…I’ve told you this before. But Sky…the first time I saw you at Gramps’s…you literally took my breath away.”
“When you accused me of elder abuse?” I asked.
He buries his face in his hands. “Sometimes when I am flustered…and I was worried about him…”
I gently touch his knee. “I’m teasing. I know.”
He glances at my hand, still over his leg. His muscle jumps under my palm. “All you’ve done since is take my breath away. Over and over again. It’s a wonder I get enough oxygen around you.” He softly places his hand over mine and looks up at me, right into my eyes. “Every time you’re near me, it’s never near enough. Your hair…it smells like blueberries. And I just want to smell it more. Your skin is so soft. At night, before I go to bed, I think about that day at the beach, after, when we kissed and when I got to touch you and I…” He laughs and the pink returns to his neck. “I do some things I probably shouldn’t say.”
I inhale a bit sharply when I realize what he’s probably referring to. Without my explicit permission, I glance down at his lap and feel entirely too warm when it’s clear that he’s hard. We’re noteven talking in detail about salacious things…he’s only remembering our spicy little kiss moment…and he’s already hard. And he actually likes me, too! It’s not just about round objects.
I try not to sound like I’m begging, but I don’t think I succeed. “Tell me. I want to hear about it.” I gesture to his lap. “About what you do when you think about kissing me in the woods.”
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He chokes out a laugh,and his cheeks pinken to almost how red his neck was earlier. “I…well. I’m sure you’ve guessed it by now. I touch myself.”
“How?” I ask. “I mean, I know you mean that you masturbate. But tell me. I want to know…what you’re thinking about. And how you grip your cock. Things like that. I’d like to enjoy the finer details, if it’s good with you, of course.”
His back is ramrod straight and he laughs again. “See. This is what I’m saying. I feel like I can’t breathe around you. You’re so direct. No, please don’t apologize.” I snap my mouth shut. “It’s a good thing. I like it. I fucking love it.” He takes a deep breath and leans back, reaching behind himself to rest on his left hand. Then he lowers himself on the bed so that he is lying back, his torso adjacent to me, his feet still on the ground. “Well. Okay. I’m going to close my eyes now, because I’m probably about to embarrass myself. But I imagine…well. The sound of your voice as you moaned when I kissed you. I wonder about how you touchyourself. How you tease yourself. I imagine that, too. And then I think about how you wrapped your leg around me. How hot you felt. I bet you were so wet. Were you?” He goes against his own rules and looks up at me. “You were wet, weren’t you?”
I nod. “I was so wet. I could feel it between my legs when I walked all the way until I showered after I got home.”
He drops his head back and says in a sharp exhale, “Fuck. Sky. Fuck.” He takes another deep breath. “Did you touch yourself after?”
I nod. “Yes. But tell me how you touchyourself. You forgot that part.”
“Right. Damn. My brain feels like mush right now, thanks to how intensely turned on I am.” He chuckles and closes his eyes once more. “Uh. I…Well, I try to make it last.”
“You edge yourself?”
“Sort of. Yeah, actually, I guess you could call it that. I think about how you would sound. The way you’d moan…the way you’d squirm when my mouth was on you. I imagine making you come on my mouth, my hands pulling and pinching your nipples, and then turning you over and eating your ass, fingering you till you came again.”
I don’t know why, but those are all the words that push me from mostly horny to unimaginably, almost painfully horny. The space between my legs goes from wet to a waterfall by just listening to the last two sentences from his lips. “Oh my God,” I say, and it definitely comes out as a moan, and I definitely am too turned on to care.
“And imagining you like that is what makes me come. I have thought about fucking you. Of course I have. But imagining your face against your pillow, your ass up in the air, you coming sohard that your pussy is like a vise around my fingers inside you…that’s when I usually go right over the edge, whether I want to or not.”
I swallow and squeeze my thighs together. I try not to look at the wet spot growing on his trousers and fail. “How do you do it? Do you like to jerk off fast or slow or—”
“Both. Yes. Everything. I have to slow down to last. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. It’s been almost two years. I didn’t think I’d even want anyone again until you were in Gramps’s earlier this summer, wearing that sexy fucking little pencil skirt and looking at me like you wanted to kiss me and kill me at the same time.”
I smile at him then. “I looked like I wanted to kiss you?”
He huffs. “That must make me sound incredibly arrogant, right? But when I first walked in. When you first saw me. Your eyes lit up like you were happy to see me. As though you’d forgotten how I had treated you the last time I saw you…and then you remembered, and you went from the kissing to the killing just like that.” He snaps his fingers together.
“Well, it’s not like you didn’t earn it.”
