There’s cold drip of fear in my gut. “Do you want to stop?”
“God, no.” He lets his lips fall to my collarbone, tasting my skin. “But I don’t want to go faster than you’re ready for.”
I arch my body into his, enjoying the sound he makes in his throat. “I’m ready,” I say. “I think we’ve both been ready for this for a long time.” I take the time to trace his face with my fingers. There’s a barely there scratch of stubble on his jaw, and the line of it makes me understand why people say some jaws can cut glass. His nose has a little bump on the top, and I wonder if he broke it. And then his eyes, a perfect green that’s staring down into me, and I think I could get lost there for a long time.
“Then I don’t want to stay on the couch.”
“Is it uncomfortable?” I ask. “Sometimes I think this couch can be lumpy, and it’s older.”
He chuckles against my skin. “Ollie.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t want to stay on the couch like someone you bring home to fool around with. This is different than that to me.”
What he’s saying sinks in. “Oh. Okay.”
Adam’s lips press to the skin just below my ear. “Let me take you to bed.”
I shiver, goosebumps rising on my skin from his kiss and his words. And then I nod.
“Which one is your bedroom?”
“Here,” I sit up, about to show him around, when he beats me to it. He’s up on his feet and he scoops me up off the couch like I’m weightless. “Which door?” he asks, smiling.
“French doors.”
Pushing the door open with his foot, Adam carries me into my bedroom, and I'm so grateful that I'm actually in the habit of making my bed. He claims he doesn't care about the mess, but I'm still skeptical.
He lays me down on the bed, and then he's over me again. "I'm going to go slow, because I don't want either of us to forget this."
I'm going to say something, but his lips are on my shoulder and I forget all the words. He's tracing the lines of me with his mouth, moving to my neck and down the center of my chest, slow and deliberate. Each kiss raises more goosebumps on my skin, sends more arousal spiraling down into my core where it stays and builds.
Gently he helps me out of the straps of my dress and peels it back. I'm not wearing a bra, and my nipples are already hard from his attention. There's a short intake of breath, and he stares at me. I realize this is the moment where there's no turning back. The look on his face, awe and wonder and lust makes me pull him down to me again.
"I want to see you," I say, trying to unbutton his shirt, but Adam catches my hands by the wrists.
"You will, I promise. But first, I want to savor you." The dark roughness of his voice slithers down my spine and I feel myself dampen further.
Savor. Like I'm a flavor that he wants more of. Like he's going to taste me. God, yes.
My dress is down to my hips, and his mouth is on my skin again. He moves slowly, drawing a line of pleasure and fire down between my breasts. One hand reaches out to squeeze, and my back arches off the bed. He laughs.
“What?" I feel the blood rushing to my face before I can even form the words to speak the question, and Adam smiles. "I love the way you blush," he says, "especially when you do it here." He draws his finger down the path that his mouth followed. "But I still want to know why you're blushing."
I know why, but I don't want to say. I don't want to scare him away.
Adam's hands cradle my face. "What are you afraid of?"
"So much," I whisper. "And I don't want to ruin this."
He pulls back so he's kneeling on the bed and pulls me with him, so that we're upright together. It feels less vulnerable, even if I'm still half naked, still aching for him to touch me.
"Tonight, let that go," he says. "I want you, and I'm not going to leave unless you ask me to."
I don't know how he knew that's what I needed, but I kiss him, wrap my arms around his neck, and the scratch of his shirt on my breasts makes me gasp into his mouth.
"Why were you blushing?"
"They're sensitive," I say, voice breathy. "And it's—I like it when—" I can't seem to get the words out, but that's all he needs.
Adam's hands come up and then he's touching me, thumbs rolling across my nipples and I feel that everywhere. I have to close my eyes, because it feels so damn good. "Oh," he says, running his thumb over me again, watching me shake. "I see. You were embarrassed to tell me that you like this?"
He does it again with both hands and I moan. If he keeps doing that I think I might come. It's happened before and I know it's not common but god every time someone touches my nipples I'm in heaven. "Yes," I say. I don't know if it's the answer to his question or a request for more. Either. Both.
I'm on my back again now, and suddenly his mouth is there, covering my nipple while he toys with the other one. Adam's tongue swirls around my skin and I can't breathe. He sucks, pulling my skin taut and then grazing his teeth across me and oh god I'm so wet that I think I might be ruining the dress and I can't even worry about it because holy fuck.
He pinches my left nipple between his fingers, twisting and pulling just hard enough to shoot a burst of fiery heat down to my clit. My breath is coming in gasps, and I can't believe that he's doing this. I've never had someone spend this much time on my breasts, just enjoying them. The last time I came like this was an accident, and the guy was so freaked out that he had to stop.
Adam switches his attention from one nipple to the other and fuck—
The roughness of his tongue on me is bringing me higher. Higher. He squeezes me, and oh god. I gasp, my body going rigid as pleasure splinters through me from deep inside. It moves outward, and I'm lost in the sensation. It's brilliant, like a flare—just a flash and then gone, but it's beautiful, and I'm still trying to catch my breath.
I open my eyes to Adam looking down at me, searching my face. "You should never, ever, be embarrassed about that," he says.
"Other men have said differently."
"Then those men are idiots. That's one of the hottest things I've ever seen." He presses a kiss to my lips, "and if you come that hard when I play with your tits, I can't wait to see what happens when I reach your pussy."
"Oh—" I'm cut off because he's back at my breasts again, taking each nipple into his mouth and giving each one a long, deep suck that pulls on my clit and makes me shiver. He could stop right now and I'd be satisfied. But then again, I'm curious about what's going to happen next. I've never had anyone affect me this way, and I think it's going to be amazing.
Adam's tongue licks down my stomach, teasing me, tracing lines on my hipbones and across, just above where my dress has pooled. I'm soaking with anticipation, and grab the blanket on the bed to hold myself back from grabbing him and trying to make him go faster.
He hooks his fingers in the dress and pulls it down my hips. I close my eyes listening to the slithering sound as the silk hits the floor. I'm naked with Adam Carlisle. This is a dream, and I don't want to open my eyes and risk waking up.