I sheathed my cock and wasted no time positioning myself at her entrance, but before I pushed in, I claimed her lips with mine. Maybe we were skipping about ten steps ahead, but I’d done things in the correct order before and yet it’d never felt this right.
“Are you ready?” I asked, resting my forehead against hers.
Her answer was a breathy yes as she wrapped her arms around my neck as if to keep me close to her. The air around us was thick and I held my breath as I inched into her. She moaned and the walls of her pussy clenched me tighter.
“Jesus,” I muttered and tried to grab hold of a fucking ounce of control.
Her feather light caress slid down my shoulders and over my elbows, continuing until her hands found mine. She interlaced our fingers and squeezed. The pressure let my mind focus on something else.
It was two slow pumps before our bodies demanded more and collided together in a frenzied pace. Fingernails dug into my knuckles and teeth ripped at my shoulder like she was trying to get inside. God, she didn’t know how far under my skin she already was.
Her cries came first, but not a second too soon because my balls tightened, and I came so fast there wouldn’t have been any stopping it.
We laid there panting, chests heaving. Her eyes were closed, but her lips tipped up in a lazy smile.
Breathless and body weak from release, I tried to move off her and nearly tripped with my pants still down around my ankles.
I glanced down at her, finding her holding in laughter at my expense.
“Well that was unexpected.”
A giggle escaped and she sat up so she was leaning back on her elbows. “I’ll say.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “I know you’re not going to believe me based on that performance, but I’m usually not quite so… eager.”
“I might make you prove that.”
“Oh, I intend to, but first we should talk.”
We pulled ourselves together and Adele made coffee. I looked around the apartment, which I learned was a studio she’d rented shortly after getting to New York.
The place was small and pretty bare, but I could tell she’d made an effort to try and get settled. Framed pictures of Chance and Aubrey on their wedding day, one I could only assume was her and Chance as kids, and a few of CJ sat on top of a bookshelf right next to the gold vase I’d given her.
“How’s the job going?”
“Good. Really good, actually. It’s the main reason I stayed. Well, that, and the city.”
“Did Chance know you and Richard broke up?”
“No.” She brought me a mug and we sat back on the couch. A piece of furniture I could never look at without thinking about fucking her on it for the first time. “I knew he’d be worried or worse, try to convince me to come back to California. It felt awful keeping it from him. I’m glad he knows now.”
“Any particular reason you didn’t want to fill me in after any one of the many emails I sent?”
I’d hoped to keep the rest of the night light. I had to get on a plane in a few hours and then who knew when I’d see her again, but there were things I needed answers to so that I’d know where I stood when I left.
“Because I knew you’d come and say all the right things and we’d be here.” She waved a hand between us.
“Which is where exactly?”
“Sexed and talking feelings.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “I missed the hell out of you.”
“You look good,” she said. “Single life agrees with you.”
“Being in the same room as you agrees with me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Just because I slept with you doesn’t mean I’m going to start letting you feed me lines.”
“I’ve never fed you lines, sweetheart. We belong together. Tell me you don’t feel it?”
“Look, I’m not going to pretend I haven’t missed you. I wondered if it was possible you really cared for me or if you were just getting over your broken heart. We’re so different and I know you’ve done everything you could to show me you were sincere, but part of me believed you were just salty about being rejected and wanted to prove you could have me.”
I chuckled. “I’m salty as hell, sweetheart, but I meant every word. Those two weeks with you may have only been fourteen days, but they’ve stayed with me more than all the other days in my life. I can’t shake you. Don’t even want to.”
“I think maybe I hit you in the head too hard.”
“Maybe so.” I placed a soft kiss to her mouth and let my lips linger.
When I pulled back, she threaded our fingers together. “I came to New York because I needed to know if what I had with Richard was right for me. It was obvious really quickly that we’d grown apart, but I had to make sure my reservations about him weren’t because of you. I did consider reaching out after that, but when I looked you up online there you were all over LA. And I couldn’t even be mad about it because you thought I was with Richard.”
“But you were anyway.” I squeezed her hand.
“Try not to let it go to your head.”
I set my mug on a small table next to the couch and scooted closer. Her feet were pulled up under her and I grabbed both ankles and straightened her legs to rest on top of me. Dainty toes and cute feet – was that a thing? Because I was digging hers. Blue nail polish and all.
As I ran a finger down the arch of her foot discovering she wasn’t ticklish, she continued. “So, you can see why I didn’t respond to your emails.”
“If we’re going to give this a go, you’re going to have to accept that ninety-nine percent of what you see or read about me online is bullshit.”
“So, you didn’t kiss a Brazilian supermodel?”
I closed one eye and pulled my mouth into a grimace. Technically, Julianna had kissed me, and without giving me much warning. It’d lasted only long enough for me to get my bearings and end it, but did anything but the end result really matter to her?
“No. That did happen.” I held on to her feet as she tried to pull them away. “I meant everything I said in those emails. And so much more. I’m crazy about you. Yeah, after you left with Richard, I tried to move on, but I couldn’t.”
“What did you mean, if we’re going to give this a go? I live in New York, you’re in California. Speaking of, when do you have to head back?”
“Tonight.”
She bit down on her bottom lip.
“We’ll figure it out.”
“I’ve done long distance before, remember?”
“Yeah, but not with me.”
She smiled. “God, you’re cocky.”
I pulled her onto my lap and brushed her hair behind her shoulder. Placing a kiss on the bare skin between her neck and shirt, I offered what reassurances I could. “We’ll make it work. If you think a few thousand miles will deter me, then you’ve a lot to learn about me.”
“Okay.”
An hour later I left already knowing it’d be a long week, or maybe even weeks, before I could get back. I wasn’t a man that could provide her a lot of things right now, but determination I had in spades.
I needed to try and sleep on the plane if there was any chance I was going to make it through training tomorrow, but first I connected to the on-flight Wi-Fi and ordered flowers for every day for the next month. Then I sent her an email.