Mia: Just get naked. He’ll get the idea.
Izzy: Mia!
Nicole: It’s not the worst idea.
Me: Ugh. You guys suck.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
ADAM
Smiling and stifling a yawn,I glanced down at the mess of dark red curls fanned out on my chest. Lyla’s leg was draped over mine, her hand tucked under my side. I’d been awake for almost half an hour, trying not to move and wake her. My body had gotten used to waking up before seven each morning over the past three days, so it was no surprise I woke as the sun arose.
A full day off felt like the best kind of luxury, and I was excited about the opportunity to spend the day with Lyla. She’d barely stirred when I got back late after another long shift. Part of me had hoped I would be back early enough to grab dinner with her. And maybe convince her to let me make her come with my tongue again. I had not stopped thinking about it since Monday night. I craved her in a way I’d never craved a woman before.
I held my breath as she stirred slightly. It had to be after seven thirty already, and her physical therapy was at ten. She would want breakfast and coffee before we left. So, as much as I hated to do it, I needed to wake her up shortly.
I ran one hand up and down her back. After a moment, she shifted and groaned.
“I’m not ready to get up,” she mumbled. “Can I skip PT and just stay in bed with you?”
Grinning at the visuals my mind conjured up, I swallowed down the urge to tell her yes. Because I fucking loved that idea. But I couldn’t say yes. Her physical therapy appointments were important.
Her mom had taken her on Monday, and Dylan had Ethan drive her yesterday. I asked her at one point if she wanted to go get her car. She was cleared to drive, and I thought she might appreciate the little bit of independence that brought her. But she’d quickly said no. I was starting to worry the accident had left her nervous about getting behind the wheel. She seemed completely fine when I was driving, though, so that didn’t make a lot of sense. But being a passenger and getting behind the wheel were completely different things.
She shifted again and let out a tiny moan when her pussy rubbed against my leg. I pinched my eyes closed. I was not strong enough to stop this, nor did I want to. But we needed to be quick.
She gasped as I rolled her to her back, smirking at her as I pulled her tank top down to reveal one full, round breast. “We only have a few minutes.” I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers, and she arched up. “You gonna be a good girl and come quickly for me?”
With a nod, she bit down hard on her bottom lip. I claimed her mouth and moved my hand lower, trailing under the waistband of her sleep shorts and panties. Damn. She was already soaking wet. I swallowed down her moans as I pushed two digits inside of her and circled her clit with my thumb.
Her breathing sped up as I quickly slid my fingers in andout. She broke the kiss, throwing her head back, and I trailed my mouth down her neck, sucking hard on the skin there. The need to leave my mark on her, claim her as mine, was overwhelming.
Her inner walls tightened around me, and I curled my fingers, seeking that spot that would send her flying over the edge. “Come for me, love,” I murmured against her ear.
She gripped my biceps, digging her nails in, and screamed out as her slick channel pulsed with waves of pleasure. I slowed my movements and peppered kisses along her jaw and down the column of her throat.
“Adam,” she said, her voice still heavy with lust.
I raised up on my elbow to look at her. She studied me for a moment, uncertainty swimming in her blue irises. My stomach bottomed out and fear gripped me as I contemplated what the look in her eyes meant.
“I want to make you feel good too.”
Her sleepy voice was whisper-quiet and raspy, bringing a myriad of feelings. I closed my eyes briefly as relief hit me. She didn’t want to slow down. Or worse, go back to being just friends. My heart wouldn’t be able to handle that.
I opened my mouth to respond, mostly to tell her that making her come does make me feel good.
She pressed one finger against my lips and shook her head. “I know we don’t have time right now. But next time, I want to watch you come undone as I take you in my mouth.”
My cock jumped at the idea, the fact that she was already planning for a next time making me overwhelmingly happy.
But what did it mean? I didn’t want to push her for more than she was ready for. And never had I ever wanted any kind of label with a woman, but damn, did I want that with her.
I brushed her curls away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. “I can’t wait to feel your lips wrapped around me.”
She sighed. “Wish we didn’t have to get up.”
“Me too, love.” I bent and placed a quick kiss on her lips. “But if you want breakfast and coffee, we'd better get a move on.”
