Page 17 of Wait For You

“As you wish,” he murmured.

On the heels of another breath, his lips were on mine again, and we tumbled into a messy kiss. He stepped back, easing me off the counter, but I tugged him close. He paused, looking down. “I thought we could go to my bedroom.”

“I like the counter,” I insisted.

I didn’t even know what had come over me. But I felt safe and comfortable and downright wild with him. His bed could wait. I’d never had sex in the kitchen. I wanted Adam to fuck me right here on his counter so that every time he walked into this room, maybe he would remember.

His lips kicked up slightly at one corner. My belly shimmied, and desire surged through me like liquid electricity.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

I wanted our clothes out of the way. They were nothing more than a hindrance. With his eyes on me, I reached down, catching the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head in an arc. I heard it crumple to the floor as he sucked his breath in through his teeth. Seconds later, he slid my pants down over my hips. I stood before him in a pair of panties and a bra. They didn’t even match, and I didn’t even care.

For a split second, I felt self-conscious, but then I met his gaze, and the fire flashing there sent heat rushing through me, sparks scattering like pinwheels over the surface of my skin.

He was still fully dressed, and I opened my mouth to say as much, but he reached for me. Once again, I tumbled into his kiss. When we broke apart, I gulped in air. “I want to feel your skin.”

His chuckle against my neck sent shivers chasing through me. He stepped back just long enough to hook a hand on his shirt collar behind his neck and tug it over his head. Seconds later, he lifted me onto the counter again. He shoved my panties to the side as his fingers delved into my core. I was so slippery and needy that I cried out. His voice bordered on slurred when he murmured, “Oh, Tessa. You feel good, sweetheart.”

“Adam…” I pleaded as he sank two fingers inside, stretching and teasing me.

I felt his mouth close over my nipple. My fingers speared into his hair as I cried out sharply, the sweet sensation arrowing down.

I was near frantic with incoherent cries and ragged breaths while he teased me to the edge of release. I let out a sharp sound of disappointment when he withdrew his fingers. Before I could demand he not stop, he leaned down, pushed my panties farther to the side, and licked into me. I could feel the rush of my climax pulling at me.

With one hand, he pulled my hips closer to the edge of the counter as he made love to me with his mouth and fingers pumping in and out. His tongue teased in lazy, sensual strokes, glancing over my clit again and again. Until I begged, “Adam, please, I need…” I almost didn’t even know what I needed. I just needed to relieve the pressure building to an unbearable tightness inside.

He finally gave me what I needed, thrusting his fingers in deeply with his tongue flattening over my clit just before he sucked on it lightly. The pleasure drew to a piercing pain before it broke. Crashing waves rolled through me as I shook and trembled all over. I was still gasping for breath when he withdrew his fingers and straightened. I heard him moving away. Reality slowly flickered into my awareness when I opened my eyes to see him rolling on a condom. His jeans were open, and his hard length jutted out.

He met my eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Please.”

He stepped between my knees. Curling one hand around his length, he brought his cock to my entrance. I couldn’t look away as I felt the presence of his thick crown, followed by the slow, delicious feel of him filling me.

“Tessa.”

I held his gaze as he stepped closer, his chest coming flush against me. I could feel his heartbeat against mine when he said, “I’m going to fuck you.”

Chapter Ten

Adam

I felt nearly intoxicated at the feel of Tessa’s slick, clenching channel surrounding me. This whole encounter had spun so far out of my control that I barely clung to awareness.

I kept telling myself that I could hold on and stay under control.

But then she whispered my name. “Adam, please.”

I drew back once more, my eyes on hers as I sank inside her again. With her legs wrapped around me, I could feel her orgasm begin to build, rolling into another. Her cry was soft and low when she rippled around me. My own release sizzled like fire. My balls tightened, and I pumped into her once more, long and deep, before I lost all control and my climax snapped through me like lightning. I clung to her, absorbing her shudders as I growled her name.

Awareness slowly flickered into my thoughts as I breathed with her.

When I lifted my head, I was relieved that she looked as shell-shocked as I felt.

A short while later, Tessa sat across from me, her feet hooked around the legs of a stool at my kitchen island.

Although my release less than half an hour earlier should’ve been more than enough to keep the pounding need at bay, I could feel it rising like an impatient force inside me, water running up against a dam.