Page 31 of Wait For You
I leaped out of my chair and zipped around my small apartment. I quickly peeked into Eric’s bedroom. He was sound asleep. I closed his door and hurried into the kitchen, tidying it for no good reason. I ran into the bathroom off my bedroom.
I was wearing an old T-shirt and a pair of swingy cotton pants. I definitely didn’t have time to change. I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at myself in the mirror and silently swearing.
The light's reflection behind my small house arced across the bedroom wall behind me. I raced to the back door and swung it open before Adam had a chance to knock.
“Hey!” I whispered.
Adam’s eyes glinted with humor as his lips curled in a smile. His low and rumbly “hey” reverberated through my amped-up nervous system.
I stepped back, letting him into the kitchen before closing the door quietly and pressing my back against it. My body felt as if an electric circuit was zipping through it in fiery loops.
Turning to face me, he stepped closer and placed one palm on the door beside my shoulder. He cupped my cheek with his other hand. When his thumb traced along my neck, I shivered.
“I think you’re going to tell me we need to be quiet.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
My nipples tightened instantly, and heat pooled low in my belly. When he took another step closer, I shifted on my feet, trying to relieve the intense ache building at the apex of my thighs.
“How was your day?” he asked.
It was a simple question. But with his fingers sliding through my hair and brushing along the sensitive skin on the side of my neck, I could hardly breathe, much less focus. I sucked in a gulp of air. “It was good. How was yours?” I choked out.
One of his shoulders lifted in an incremental shrug. “It was fine. I’m not sure what’s happened, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
My heart gave a tricky little beat in my chest. I didn’t know what to do with all the feelings rushing through me. All of this was so unexpected. This man who had walked through my life on the periphery was suddenly centered in it.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” I whispered.
He shifted incrementally closer. I felt the muscled press of his body against mine and felt his arousal, hot and hard, pressing just above where I needed him.
I experienced a surge of power. His desire for me elicited a feeling I’d never imagined. I felt bracingly alive, shimmering with a heady intoxication.
He dipped his head, nipping lightly on my earlobe and sending a jolt of electricity through me. Goose bumps rose on my skin, and my breath came in short pants. I felt the hot shock of his lips on my neck with his open kisses.
“Adam,” I rasped.
He lifted his head, and I let out a little whimper of disappointment.
“What is it?” he whispered.
“I want you.” My belly shimmied at my raw honesty.
“I’m yours.”
Before I lost my mind completely, I managed to say, “We have to go to my bedroom.”
“Lead the way.”
My knees felt liquid as I gripped his hand. I loved my small apartment for many reasons. The very top reason was having this place was a concrete representation of my escape from Rich. At this moment, I was grateful my bedroom door wasn’t far away. Blessedly, it was also on the opposite side of the hallway from my son’s bedroom.
Adam didn’t need to be told to move quietly. Breathlessly, I dashed across the living room, and he followed with silent, nimble steps. A moment later, I stumbled as we rushed into my bedroom. He steadied my hip with one hand and then turned to close the door quietly.
My breath came in ragged pants. I peered up at him. “We need to be quiet. Eric sleeps well, but?—”
“I know.”
I reached around him to lock the door. I thanked the stars again that my son was a sound sleeper, but I wasn’t going to take the risk he might wake for some reason.
When I turned back, Adam was waiting. He caught my hand in his, reeling me close. “What do you want now?”