Page 25 of Love in the Time of Conversation Hearts

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he has me flattened against the steam-warmed tile and a hand between my legs, one finger slipping into my core. “Funny, doesn’t feel like it was ruined.”

I gasp, my back arching of its own volition. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, I will. But first…” He kneels before me, the stream of water hitting him square in the back. Then he hooks one of my legs and balances my foot on his shoulder. “Look at that pretty pussy. So wet for me already.”

“Adam, you don’t have to—”

“No,” he interjects. “I get to.” Then he leans forward and covers my clit with his lips.

He sucks and licks, stoking that coiled pleasure higher and higher until it’s choking off my words. All I can do is gasp and moan and roll my hips into his face. He braces one hand on my thigh and the other finds its way to my entrance, two fingers curling into me at the perfect angle.

I weave both hands into Adam’s dark hair, holding him in place. Not that he’s trying to get away. On the contrary, he’s devouring me like I’m his last meal on Earth. I’ve never felt this, this sense of worship. He’s on his knees for me, eating me with fervor. All I can do is enjoy the ride.

“Oh, fuck, Adam. I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t change pace. His tongue continues to flick against my clit in perfect tandem with the strokes of his fingers. I come undone, shattering against him. I don’t know how I’m still standing when the waves of pleasure finally subside. The only way I can figure is Adam and his strong arms holding me steady.

He rises to his feet and pulls me into his chest, his cock hard against my belly. My legs are trembling. I kiss his neck weakly, feeling like I’m living in some kind of dream.

“That was…”

“I know.” He reaches over my shoulder for my shampoo bottle and unceremoniously squirts it on my head. “Now let’s get you washed up, so I can take you back to bed.”

“But what about you?”

He quirks a brow as he works the lather in my hair. “I’ll be in that bed, too.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

“Then we’re already better off than last night, huh?”

I laugh as he guides me under the stream for a rinse. He bathes me thoroughly, and then himself. When we’re both clean and wrapped in towels, I reach for my pajamas where they’re still waiting on the floor, and he bends to catch my wrist.

“Won’t be needing those,” he says.

Which is exactly what I hoped.

He drops his towel at the foot of the bed, then stretches out on his back and watches me. I debate keeping the towel on, feeling suddenly shy in the reality of the bedroom, but one glance at his cock still pulsing for me and I let it fall to the floor.

Adam whistles appreciatively. “I’ll never get tired of this view,” he says.

I ignore it because I don’t know how to take it. Will there be more than just this night? Or will we wake in the morning to find the spell entirely broken?

“Do you have a condom?” I say instead.

He nods. “In my wallet. I’ll get it.” He moves, but I hold up a hand.

“I’ve got it.” I retrieve his wallet off the desk and pull the foil packet from it. “Oh, you’ve got a Sam’s Club card. So you’re buying condoms in bulk, huh?”

He chuckles. “Get over here.”

I drop the wallet and take two steps back to the bed, then climb onto it and lie down beside him. Normally, I’d be worrying about the folds of my stomach as I bend, or the cellulite on my thighs in this lighting, but with Adam looking at me like he is now… Well, there’s just no room left to be self-conscious.

There’s no denying how badly he wants me. Almost as badly as I want him.

He plucks the condom from my hand and rips the packet, then holds it out for me. “Put it on me, Cora.”

A muscle in his jaw pops as I unroll it over his length, stroking him as I go. He’s perfect, splayed out like this and throbbing in my hand. I take a mental snapshot like a trophy I’ll refer back to when I’m old and waxing poetic about my youth to the girls in our nursing home. “Remember when I fucked the mayor? He was so hot.”