He glanced over with an eyebrow raised. “What are you saying, love?”
I felt heat creeping up my neck and into my face. He pulled to a stop at a red light, and I locked eyes with him. How did I say I wanted to be his in every way imaginable?
“I’m done second-guessing this.” I squeezed his hand. “Because now I can’t imagine not being with you.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
ADAM
Reaching over,I threaded my fingers through her hair and pulled her to me. I poured all of my devotion and desire for her into the kiss as I slanted my lips over hers. A horn blared and I reluctantly pulled back, accelerating through the intersection.
More than anything, I wanted to pull over and kiss her without being rushed. But the next time I put my lips on her, I didn’t want to have to stop.
She shifted in her seat with a tiny giggle, and I glanced over.
A brow rose above one eye. “In a hurry?”
I let off the gas, completely unaware of how fast I was going. Typically, I was always in control, but when it came to her… Sometimes, I felt chaotic.
“Sorry,” I said, guilt churned in my gut. If she was having alittle bit of PTSD from the accident, she didn’t need me driving like a lunatic. “I’ll slow down.”
She chuckled, squeezing my hand. “I trust you.”
The words settled in my chest. I didn’t realize how badly I craved that from her. Or in general. Being with someone who allowed me to be me.
“Besides, I’m kind of in a hurry, too.”
Teasing weaved through her voice, and I shook my head with a smirk as I pushed the gas down, speeding back up.
I knew these roads far too well. Spending my teen and young adult years driving to and from Zack’s had made me as comfortable on them as the roads at home. His parents' house was on the same property as the lodge, and it had been practically a second home to me.
Lyla’s finger traced the tattoos on my forearm, sending pinpricks of desire shooting straight to my cock.
“Don’t forget your promise to me.”
I tried not to react. Tried not to show my disappointment. If she wasn’t ready, I would one hundred percent respect that. I would be happy just holding her all night if that was what she wanted. Maybe she would let me bury my face between her legs again.
“You promised next time I could makeyoufeel good.”
I smiled. Ah, that promise. Although I wouldn’t stop her, I wanted her to know that simply being with her made me feel amazing. “Giving you pleasure does make me feel good.”
She huffed, crossing her arms with a pout.
“But if it’ll make you happy, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
Her eyes glinted with mischief. “Oh, really? Whatever I want?”
I nodded. Because I really would do anything to make her happy.
We made record time getting back to the lodge and hurried through the lobby to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Ipulled her to me and pressed my lips to hers. The moment the doors opened, I grabbed her hand, leading her down the hall to our room.
The minute we were inside, we were a tangle of hands and lips. Desperate, passionate, needy. I groaned when her fingers moved under my shirt, brushing over the bare skin of my back. She broke the kiss as she lifted my shirt, and I grabbed the hem behind my neck, pulling it off.
She licked a path up and over my pec, swirling her tongue around my nipple. My hand tightened in her hair, and a feral groan rumbled through my chest. If this was what her mouth felt like on my chest, how the hell was I going to survive her lips on my cock.
Her fingers dropped to the button of my jeans, popping it and lowering the zipper. I stepped back, hastily lowering the pants and kicking them to the side.
A sexy smirk lit her face, and with her hands on my chest, she walked me backward until I was standing in front of one of the large armchairs. She pushed on my chest, and I sat down.
