“Of course.” Before she could inform him of how nuts that was, he got out and went into the store. He came back with a small spray bottle. “This should be more effective.”
Josh’s massage had been plenty effective, but it probably wasn’t a good idea to mention that.
They made it to Wilma’s house. “Now what?”
“I’m kidnapping you,” he stated, opening the trunk and pulling out two baskets full of food and wine. “We’ll lock ourselves up and won’t come out until Wilma comes back or we run out of air, whichever happens first.”
She laughed. So romantic. Good that she’d planned ahead and cleared her schedule too.
“Are you sure there won’t be interruptions? What about Sara and XL?” she asked as she unlocked the front door.
“Mike is hosting the party, and he invited XL, which means Sara will be there, so he’s on duty tonight.”
He closed the door behind him and put the baskets on the floor. Grabbing her by the waist, he turned her to him, kissing the living daylights out of her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the party?” she whispered after the kiss. “There will be many famous people there.”
Adrian’s eyes gleamed dangerously. “Couldn’t care less, Grease Barbie.”
They’d been trying to be alone for so many days, and now that it was finally happening, it felt… contrived.
Then he took her mouth again, this time more aggressively, and “contrived” flew out the window, along with any rational thought. She dropped her purse and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around him.
Suddenly, everything became wobbly.
“Oh crap.” One of his arms shot out, flailing for something to grab on to. The other held her securely as they crumpled to the floor.
His foot. She’d forgotten. “Oh God. Sorry, Boomer. Did I hurt you?”
He was chuckling, so no. He took her lips again, laughing and kissing.
When she pushed herself up on her arms, she grimaced.
“The neck?” he asked.
She nodded and leaned her forehead on his chest. “God, look at us. We’re a mess. You can’t stand properly, and I can’t move my neck without straining it.”
He rolled them over. “Don’t move it, then. I’ll take care of everything.”
She placed her hands on his chest. “No, no, no. Do not fry my brain yet. I need a shower first.” She scrambled up. “I’ve been working and sweating all day long. And we’re too old and too injured to fuck on the floor when we have a bed.”
“I could take a shower too.”
That sounded interesting. Then it dawned on her. “Should we put a plastic bag on your foot?” If they had an accident doing shower acrobatics and had to call 911, they would never live that one down.
Adrian cursed while Rachel tried to help him stand. “You’re right. We’re a mess, damn it.”
“I’ll be back in five minutes,” she said, running upstairs.
She was usually really quick in the shower, but this time she took extra care, trying to scrape her hands clean. And she used a ton of lotion.
She must have moved her head or arm too fast because a whip of pain flashed across her neck. Crap. The spray was in her purse. After wrapping herself in a towel and her hair in another, she peeked from the top of the stairs.
Adrian seemed to be in the kitchen, emptying the baskets he’d brought. She walked down the stairs on tiptoe and, careful not to make any sound, went to the couch, where he had left her purse. She grabbed the spray. There were still sounds coming from the kitchen, so all was good. Now she just had to run back up and finish getting ready.
“You’re sneaking around half-naked,” she heard from behind her. His breath and his gentle fingers touched her neck.
“I forgot the spray,” she whispered, not moving.
“Let me.” He took the bottle from her hand. “Close your eyes.”
He didn’t use the spray, though. Not right away. He traced her neck with his soft lips, licking her here and there, while his hands worked her shoulders and between her shoulder blades.
“Now the spray,” he murmured, applying it. It felt cool on her skin—which was good, because she was feeling way too hot. She went to turn around, but he stopped her and caressed her arms with just the tips of his fingers. Rachel wasn’t sure what was going on with her neck, but the rest of her body had become supersensitive. She broke into goose bumps, and he noticed.
“You like it,” he let out, unwrapping the towel she had on her head. “We were always in such a hurry, I didn’t get to treat you like you deserve.” He moved her wet hair over her shoulder and continued murmuring in her ear. “You’re fucking sexy. You know it, don’t you?”
She turned around, wondering how the hell it could be so hot when she wasn’t even properly dressed. She pointed at the stairs, walking backward until she hit something. She threw it a glance—the living room table. “I’ll go put something on while you finish what you were doing in the kitchen.”
He ignored her words and followed her. “Do you know how sexy you were on the hood of my car, taking my cock to the hilt? Or on the porch, almost naked, offering yourself to me while giving me attitude?” He caressed her throat, moving down to the knot holding her towel.
A flick of his fingers and the only cloth covering her slid to the floor. She’d come downstairs dripping wet, but now all the droplets had evaporated. No, not evaporated; they had gone south, because her pussy was drenched.
“How’s your neck?” he asked, his gaze finally reaching her face.
Neck, what neck? Ah, her neck. “Like new.”
“Good,” he muttered, lifting her to sit on the table. “Open up for me. I want to watch you.”
She complied, and he wedged himself between her legs, spreading them even farther, his eyes glued to her core.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Bare and glistening. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He slid the tips of his fingers up and down her slit. “You’re wet, baby.” He caressed her inner folds. “Very wet. And hot.”
She placed her palms on the table behind her and arched her back.
“You want more?” he asked, removing his fingers from her.
“Adrian—”
Whatever she was going to say was lost in her moan the second his tongue touched her core. Her hands slipped from under her, and she barely managed to prop herself up on her elbows. She looked down. His broad shoulders were between her legs, his sexy hands on her thighs, keeping her open, while his tongue licked her folds and moved up to her clit. He lifted his gaze to her and grinned, and her inner flesh convulsed at the wicked sight.
His grin got even bigger. “Fuck, you’re hot. I’ve been dying to eat you out.”
And eat her out he did, licking and nipping and raking his teeth all over her pussy until she was a blubbering mess of need. Then he concentrated on her clit, lapping and sucking it while he thrust his fingers inside her, fucking her with them.
By now, she was flat on the table, thrashing and moaning.
He spread her juices from her entrance to her puckered hole, which reflexively tightened. He chuckled against her clit, the vibration almost sending her over. “You like this,” he murmured, his thumb pressing at the entrance of her ass without breaching it, rubbing in tight circles while it contracted and more liquid heat came rushing from her pussy.