Page 24 of Love in the Time of Conversation Hearts

I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted this until the split second before it happened. The moment it does, I know I’ll never be the same.

For all the spirit we lend to our arguing, we bring it tenfold to kissing. Adam’s mouth fuses to mine, our tongues slipping against one another in perfect tandem. His hands won’t settle in a single place. They move from my hips to my thighs to my spine to the nape of my neck. One is thrust into my hair, which he fists, drawing a moan from deep in my lungs. He tilts my head back, exposing my throat, and then he’s no longer bruising my lips. He’s tasting my pulse.

It’s frantic for him. I’m frantic for him.

My nails sink into his shoulders as I drag them down the hard expanse of his back to the dip just above his hips. I snake my way under his shirt and upward, until his skin warms my palms, and I can roam to my heart’s content. Only, I doubt I’ll ever be content. I will always want more of this. More of him.

Adam strips me of my suit jacket, then works the buttons on my blouse like he’s been studying the best method for their removal all day. Soon, cool air licks at my chest. The swell of my breasts heaves over my bra. He cups me, and the growl that vibrates our kiss has me arching into him again like that aforementioned cat.

“You are stunning, Cora.” His tongue traces my collarbone. A kiss warms the hollow beneath it. Then, his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh of my breast. First one, and then the other. Desire pulses between my thighs. I use my hold on his back to pull him closer, aching for relief.

My shirt is ripped from my body. Then my bra, unclasped in the amount of time it takes me to process the wildfire of his gaze flashing to mine ever so briefly. He bends to take me in his mouth, nipping and sucking at my nipple. I cry out, and it echoes back to me. The sound of the purest desire I’ve ever felt.

“Your turn,” I groan, greedy as a miser. I yank at the hem of his shirt, and he relents, allowing it to be hoisted over his head. He’s perfect. Rippled with muscle and decorated with dark hair across his chest and lower abdomen. While he’s pulled back, I undo his belt in a flash, earning a cheeky grin in return.

“So eager,” he teases. Suddenly that inflection in his voice no longer makes me irritated. It lights me up from the inside out. It’s the evidence of his want for me, not the absence of it. And speaking of evidence…

“You’re so thick,” I say, working my hand over the ridge of his cock where it presses against his slacks.

“Mm, take it out, baby.” He kisses my jaw, down to my ear, and drags the lobe between his teeth as I unzip his slacks and draw his cock into my hand. He’s not just thick. He’s huge. “Yes,” he hisses as I squeeze his length.

“I don’t know if you’re going to fit inside me,” I say, half-joking. Half nervously serious.

“Oh, I will. We just have to warm you up first.”

He nips my shoulder, and I gasp. “How do you plan to do that?”

When he pulls away, his smile is pure desire. My stomach flips.

“Take off your pants and get in the shower,” he instructs.

“And what about you?”

He bites at his bottom lip. “I’m going to enjoy the show, and then I’ll join you when you’re ready.”

With the space he’s left me, I’m able to scoot off the counter and stand in front of him. He’s got a good half a foot on me when I’m not in heels, so I have to crane my neck to peer up at him. “Are you going to turn on the water or what?”

“How hot do you like it?”

“Scalding.”

He obliges me, reaching into the standing shower to turn the faucet halfway to boiling. I wait till he’s watching me again to reach for my button and zipper. His gaze tracks every movement until my trousers are gathered at my feet, and I’m standing before him in nothing but black lace panties.

“Those too,” he says with a jut of his chin.

“Yes, sir.” I hook my thumbs in the sides and draw them downward, wondering who on Earth this woman is and where she got her confidence from. The Cora Bennet I know would never. But the Cora Bennet that Adam desires? She apparently would.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth, gaze settling on the apex of my thighs. “You are so fucking sexy, Cora. The things I’m going to do to you.”

I reach for his waistband and yank his clothes the rest of the way down. Sure, I felt his cock. But seeing it, so hard for me and impossibly large, has my mouth watering. “You’re one to talk.”

“Get in the shower.”

“So bossy.”

“Not your boss,” he says, following me into the stream of water. “Your coworker. It’s an important distinction for HR.”

My laughter splits my chest in two. “Way to ruin the moment, Mayor.”