“Will this do?”Adam asks, pulling the truck to a stop in the half-empty motel parking lot. We’re only a half hour from Charlotte, but it’s late, and we’ve both agreed it makes more sense to approach Kim in daylight. So, we’re going to stay here for the night and head to her house after breakfast.
A fresh wave of butterflies scatter in my chest. “It’s perfect.” The motel looks like your typical motel, which means the Ritz it ain’t, but the walls are newly-painted and it looks clean and tidy, and that’s all that matters.
He turns to face me, a hint of uncertainty briefly appearing on his face. “Is one room okay, or you want me to book separate rooms?”
“One room is fine.” I’m pleased my voice doesn’t betray my nervous excitement.
He unbuckles his seat belt, cupping my face. “I would love to hold you in my arms all night, but I expect nothing more.”
“What if I do?” I blurt.
His lips curve up at the corners. “I don’t expect anything, but I never said I didn’t want you.” He leans in, brushing his lips once against my mouth. “Just so we’re crystal clear, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you. More than is normal.” He kisses me again, and my entire body relaxes.
“I’ve been imagining that too,” I whisper over his lips. “I really like you Adam.”
He winds his big hands into my hair. “I really like you too, Emily.”
I’m grinning like a crazy person as I watch him walk across the parking lot to the reception desk. His Cypress Bulldogs T-shirt is stretched tight across his broad shoulders, and the muscles in his back flex and roll as he walks. My eyes lower to his toned ass, and intense heat floods my pussy as I imagine grabbing handfuls of his butt as he fucks me. His muscular thighs mold to his dark jeans, and there is no denying Adam Miller is one damn fine specimen of masculine hotness.
I slink out of the truck, grabbing our overnight bags from the back. Dumping them on the ground by my feet, I lean against the hood of the truck and stare up at the smattering of stars in the nighttime sky. Adrenaline floods my system, and my core aches with anticipation.
I’ve never spent the full night with a guy before, and this is the third time I’m spending the night with Adam. First where I’m clean and sober. Shock skitters across my face as I realize I haven’t thought about getting high once today. Ordinarily, I’d be at the warehouse or some frat party, wasted by now.
And now,I’m thinking about Molly and craving a high.
Way to go, doofus.
“You okay?” Adam asks, startling me.
I jump a little. “Yeah.” It’s not like I’m itching for a hit or anything.
He peers deep into my eyes, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I can get a second room.”
I place my hands on his waist. “I’m not uncomfortable.” Well, not for the reasons he thinks. “Truth be told, I’m a little nervous, but I want to share a room with you.”
His mouth presses against mine in a tender kiss. “You call the shots, gorgeous. We can do as much or as little as you want.”
I circle my arms around his neck and stare into the depths of his emerald-green eyes. Adam is my new drug of choice, and if I focus on him, I’ll forget all about needing an illegal high. “Now, it’s my turn to be clear. I want everything you’re offering, Adam.”
* * *
Adam slamsthe door closed with his foot, dropping our bags on the ground and stalking toward me like a man on a mission. My lady parts explode as he pins his heated stare on me. Instinctively, I back up until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I let myself fall. I flop onto the bed, and he crawls over me, his eyes burning with lust.
“The things I’ve dreamed of doing to you,” he rasps, lowering his head and brushing his hot mouth along my collarbone.
A trail of shivers skates across my flesh as I dig my fingers into his thick, dark hair. “How about we turn those dreams into reality?” I yank his head to mine, slamming my lips into his. We devour one another in a frenzy of lips, tongue, and teeth while he hovers over me, propped up on his elbows. Heat rolls off his powerful body in waves, doing funny things to me. I pull him down on top of me and then roll us over until I’m straddling him. I tug at the hem of his shirt. “I need this off.”
“Do what you want to me, baby. My body is yours to worship.”
I snort out a laugh as I peel his shirt away. “That was so cheesy.”
He grins as his fingers wander to the buttons on my shirt and he starts unbuttoning them. “I think you’ll find, when it comes to you, I’m a walking cliché.”
I press a kiss to his toned stomach. “I don’t mind in the slightest.” I peek up at him. “As long as I get to have my wicked way with your sexy body.”
He rears up, lifting his shirt over his head one-handed, and his abs tighten with the motion. My eyes are glued to his six-pack. Or is that an eight-pack? My eyes almost bug out of their sockets.
His soft chuckle snaps me out of my daze. His thumb swipes at my mouth. “You had some drool there.”
