Adam shivered in my arms. “Yeah, okay. You better cook then.”
I laughed. “One question. What’s the flour for? I understood everything else.”
“Cheesecake.”
Tilting my head back again, I laughed. “Don’t think it takes flour, babe. At least not five-pounds of it.”
“But it’s cake. All cakes take flour.”
I smiled. “Not when they’re made of cheese.”
He pushed out of my arms and picked up the bag from the floor. Looking over his shoulder, he smirked. “Good thing I ordered the mozzarella then.”
Oh, god. He was hopeless in the kitchen.
I took him by the hand and led him back into the disaster area. “Come on, Rockstar. You’ve got an Iced Espresso to drink.”
Adam grinned at me, but didn’t let go. “Well, why didn’t you say that to begin with?”
* * *
“I brought you something from LA,”I whispered into his ear as I plastered my chest to his back and ever so slowly rubbed my hand over the crotch of his jeans.
“I hope it’s your dick or a sex machine. You’re fucking killing me here,” he moaned as he tried to load the dishwasher.
As much as he thought I was torturing him, I was edging myself as well. I’d had some time to kill in LA before my flight, so before I returned to the rental car, I’d made a stop at an adult toy store.
“Watching you clean makes me horny,” I teased.
Adam laughed. “Bullshit. You just want me to do it more.”
“I won’t deny that, Rockstar, but I’d rather have you on your knees right now than loading the dishwasher.”
Adam dropped the plate in the sink and turned in my arms. Thank god it was the unbreakable stuff, or we’d be cleaning that up.
“All you had to do was say that. Let’s just do it here on the floor.”
Before I could reply, he had his shirt off and his sweats down to his knees.
“Come on grandpa, what’s taking you so long?”
I pointed at him. “Your damn tattoos are distracting me. And who the fuck are you calling grandpa?”
Adam’s laughter filled spaces in my chest I never knew were empty until him.
“Just hurry up, already. It’s been four days,” he griped.
“We’re not doing this on the kitchen floor, Rockstar. I need you on your knees. So your bed it is.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, “but the last one there gets to come last.”
I grinned as he took off, awkwardly trying to hold his sweats between his knees while running down the hallway toward his room. When the taunts about me being slow and old stopped, I knew he’d found what I had set up.
While he was attempting to cook dinner for us, I’d been busy putting out all the candles I’d purchased, along with toys we’d add to our collection. After we’d eaten and he’d volunteered to clean the kitchen, I’d slipped down the hall and lit them all. And as I headed that way, the golden glow of the flickering light made my heart skip a beat in anticipation.
Adam was standing by the bed, wearing nothing but the beautiful ink he wore on his skin, looking at all the things I’d purchased. When I entered the room, he turned to look at me over his shoulder with the most heartbreaking smile. It told me things he hadn’t.
No one has ever done this for me, Michael.
