Broken (14 page)

He came into the kitchen, taking my hands in his so I faced him. “Is there anything that could burn if you don't get back to it for a while?”

Doing a quick mental calculation of all the components, I shook my head. “I don't think so.”

“Good.” His lips were on mine before I could take a breath, as one arm snaked around my waist, holding me to his body. My hands slid slowly up his chest and over his shoulders before they found his wet hair, fisting it and holding his head to mine. His hands were on the move, running over my hips, then back up until they grasped my ass and lifted me from the ground so I was the same height as Adam.

“I thought you were waitin' for me to make the first move?” I asked breathlessly.

“You're taking too long.”

With a subtle shift, Adam placed me on the edge of the counter with him between my open legs. He pulled me forward until our bodies made contact, the towel tenting and rubbing against me.

“You know why you're having trouble writing the sex scenes, Evie?”

I shook my head, unable to move my focus from his soft lips.

“Because imagination can only take you so far. You need to experience it before you can write about it.”

I didn't know if he was right or not, but I wanted to experience everything with Adam. Everything I'd watched in the movies with Angie, everything I'd read about or imagined—I wanted it all, and I wanted it with him.

Sliding down off the counter, I turned off the cooktop, then took hold of Adam's hand. “So show me. Show me everythin'.”

I let Adam lead me into the bedroom, my heart racing faster with every step. When we entered the room, Adam flicked on the light, dimmed it slightly, then closed the door.

I looked at him questioningly, not sure why the door was closed when there was no one else in the house.

“Just go with it, baby. Trust me.”

I did trust him, probably more than I'd ever trusted anyone besides Angie. He was the most genuine person I'd ever met, who always had the best intentions wrapped around every action.

We turned to face the mirror on the back of the door, with Adam slightly behind me. His towel unraveled from around his hips and dropped to the floor. Instantly, my eyes roamed over his body until they met his gaze. He was watching me drool over him in our reflection with lust in his gorgeous eyes.

His lips brushed my ear. “Look in the mirror, Buttercup.”

Slowly, Adam untied the robe, slipping it from my shoulders. I was completely naked, vulnerable, and my first instinct was to cover myself, but Adam tenderly ran his hands down my arms until his fingers laced with mine. I studied his expression for any trace of disapproval as his eyes wandered over my breasts and down the length of my body. With every inch his gaze dropped, I could feel him getting firmer behind me, until he was pressing hard against my back.

“You are so beautiful, Evie,” he whispered hoarsely. “There is no reason to feel embarrassed by your body. It's perfect.”

Turning to look over my shoulder, I kissed Adam softly on the jaw and whispered, “Thank you.”

Warm hands ran up my sides until they cupped my breasts. He lightly pinched my nipples until they pebbled under his touch. Then he took my hands and replaced his with mine.

“How do they feel?” he asked, nuzzling in my neck.

I felt awkward as I struggled to express what I was feeling.

“Feel the weight of them. They're firm, yet soft. I love how they fill my hands.”

He was rhythmically grinding against my hips. His expert hands slid under mine as he kneaded my flesh. I reached around behind me until I found my mark. This time there was no paint to spill as I stroked up and down the length of him, making him sigh, his hot breath fanning my cheek. Butterfly kisses tickled my neck and shoulders and I tilted my head to the side and closed my eyes for a moment.

Then his hand descended down my stomach and abdomen, tracing light circles over my heated skin until it came to rest between my thighs.

I half opened my eyes. Adam was watching me again, his eyes glassy with desire as I stepped one leg apart from the other.

His touch was firm as his fingers slipped back and forth before sliding inside me, making me gasp.

“How does it feel to have my fingers inside you, Evie?”

I couldn't speak. I was having trouble just catching my breath. Shifting my focus from Adam's hands, I looked at him. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes were closed as he pulled me into him tighter so he could reach around and bury his fingers deeper.

“I can tell you how it feels for me. You're so tight, and warm, and deliciously wet.” His kisses on my shoulder and neck became harder. “I'd love to have my cock inside you instead of my fingers.”

I moaned and his eyes opened to lock with mine. “You will,” I whispered.

Before I realized what was happening, Adam turned me to face him and we were kissing. Not the soft, gentle kisses I was used to—this was hard and urgent as he held me hard against his body. He scooped me up into his arms, then carried me over to the bed before placing me down carefully and climbing on beside me.

Then he stopped, frowning. “I don't suppose you have any protection?” he asked hopefully.

My heart dropped as I shook my head slowly.

His eyes softened. “That's fine. We can do…other things.”

All I knew was what I was used to—rushed and clumsy groping that led to an unsatisfying end, but Adam took his time. Inching his way down my body, his lips lightly brushing the skin below my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck. It was ridiculous that something so simple could make me whimper, and I bit my lip to stop the little sounds that wanted to creep out of me.

“I like those sounds,” Adam husked, as if he could read my thoughts. “Don't hold them in.”

His hand traced the contour of my torso, skimming my hip, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

“And I like how the slightest touch”—his fingertips skimmed across my belly and I shivered—“brings your body alive.”

With eyes closed, I felt every kiss, every lick as Adam's hot mouth explored my breasts, sucking the pert nipples into his mouth and flicking them with his tongue. My back arched as my head dropped back, and he kept going. Down farther and farther, his hands lightly gliding, his mouth tasting my skin, every inch lovingly caressed until he settled between my thighs.

As his tongue took the first swipe, I moaned loudly. “Fuck.” I exhaled as he did it again.

Hot breath tickled my thigh as he kissed lightly. “Do you like that, baby?”

Raising my head, I took in the most erotic sight I'd ever seen—Adam with hooded eyes, nuzzling my most sensitive area.

“Do it again.” And I watched as Adam deliberately and slowly licked. I reached down to run my fingers through his hair. “I want you to do that forever.”

Sadness clouded his gorgeous face and I kicked myself for saying ‘too much, too soon'. “I just meant…I meant keep goin', that's all.”

Oh God, I'd just majorly messed up the entire evening with my stupid blabbing. I went to sit up as panic threatened to surface. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out. I know this isn't…” I couldn't finish the sentence, because as much as I knew deep down that this wasn't forever, with all my heart I wanted it to be.

“Hey, what just happened?” Adam crawled up beside me, cradling me in his arms.

“I mentioned the ‘F-word' and you got this look on your face, like bein' with me past tomorrow wasn't a consideration.”

He let out a ragged breath, his chest trembling. “I can't make any promises, Evie. I have to go back to England when I leave here, and I don't know how long I'll be there.”

Leaning up on my elbow, I gazed down at the stress etched over his face. “I understand. It's fine, really.”

His fingertips combed through my hair. “No, baby, none of it is fine, but it has to be done. But we're here now and we still have a few weeks together.”

The pain in his eyes made my breath hitch in my throat. Whatever the reason for Adam's return to England, it was not a happy one. He looked scared, as if he dreaded what was to come.

I did the only thing I could think to do in this situation. I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Let's make the most of it, then.”

Instantly, Adam's face relaxed and he smiled. He rolled me onto him, my body lying flat against his. I dropped my knees to the side and he grabbed my hips, pushing up against me.

“I want to continue what I was doing before,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to fuck you with my tongue.”

Oh sweet baby Jesus.
My stomach clenched, my chest heaving.

Adam bit his lip playfully as he searched my face. “I think someone likes a bit of dirty talk,” he teased.

“I reckon someone does.” My cheeks were on fire. “Who knew?”

He rolled me over, and this time he didn't take his time exploring my body. Kneeling between my legs, he pulled me toward him, then grasped my thighs and pushed them open. With one chaste kiss on the stomach, he was back with his head buried in my crotch and I was writhing uncontrollably, as he sucked and licked until I was seeing stars. Raking my fingers through Adam's hair, I arched my back as the sensation built until it was almost too much to take, but I was fighting to let myself go over the edge.

Adam's pressure increased as he sucked my swollen, sensitive nub into his mouth and drove his fingers inside me.

“Let go, baby,” he breathed against me before continuing his onslaught.

Clearing my mind of everything but the sensation of what Adam was doing, I let go, my body trembling as wave after wave of pure ecstasy rushed through me. Eventually, Adam was beside me again, but I was too overcome with so many emotions to move.

“Hey, beautiful.” Adam kissed my hair. “Why the tears?” He wiped his thumb under my eye and I gazed up at him, unable to express how life-changing that moment had just been for me. After all the years with Charles where it had gotten to the point I could no longer be bothered with sex, I would replay that last ten minutes every day for the rest of my life.

I pecked his swollen lips, then scrunched up my face playfully at the taste.

He licked his lips and grinned. “I love how you taste, but you don't have to kiss me.”

Stretching up, his lips brushed my forehead. I took his face in my hands and brought his mouth to my own. He resisted at first, but as my tongue delved into his mouth, he held my head, his tongue dancing with mine.

As the kiss deepened, my hand ran down his abdomen, settling on his length. He groaned into my mouth as my grip tightened around him. I wanted to do more. I wanted to return what Adam had just done to me, so I shimmied down the bed until I was level with his hips.

His eyes were dark pools as he watched me lick my lips. “You don't have to, baby, but fuck I hope you do,” he said, huskily.

All my experience was from talking to Angie and watching porn, but I had a good enough idea of what I needed to do. As soon as I took Adam into my mouth, he groaned, and I relaxed. His hand came to rest gently on my head as my lips wrapped around his length and slipped up and down, my hand pumping in time.

It didn't take long for his hips to lift in unison with my motion, his breathing to come out in short spurts as my tongue swirled around the soft, velvety head before I took as much of him into my mouth as I could.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, “that feels so good.”

Every word of encouragement, every groan and fisting of my hair made me increase my efforts, until I had quite a rhythm going. His hot salty taste was a surprise, but not an unpleasant one, as his abdominal muscles clenched over and over, and a final sharp expulsion of breath left him.

I couldn't help the satisfied smirk on my face as I kissed his stomach and chest, before nuzzling into his neck. We lay together in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Adam's breathing was so calm I thought he'd gone to sleep. I was just beginning to drift off when he spoke.

“You're amazing,” he whispered, kissing my hair.

Smiling, I held him tight. “I reckon you're pretty amazin' too.”

He rolled onto his side, head propped in his hand. “How would you feel if I moved a few things over here?”

“You mean other than your easel and paints and paintin' clothes and—”

He chuckled. “Yeah, okay, so I've already got some things here. I mean, a change of clothes and toothbrush, stuff like that?”

Wow, how did I feel about that? We'd virtually be living together after only knowing each other a few weeks. But then he already spent every day here, either painting or cooking for me, while I spent my time writing and ogling him when he wasn't looking. So really, he already nearly lived here anyway.

“So ya want a drawer?” I teased. “‘Cause, you know what they say 'bout givin' someone a drawer—soon they'll be movin' in and rearrangin' the furniture.”

He chuckled. “I promise not to rearrange the rented furniture in this rented house.”

I kissed his nose. “That sounds fair, on one condition?”

His brow rose in anticipation.

“You have to do all the cookin'.”

His playful smile turned into a pout. “I was hoping for something more along the lines of I have to become your sex slave, not your personal chef.”

“If you're my chef, then I'll be your sex slave.”

My encounter with Adam the previous night inspired me to write a new sex scene, one that encompassed the oral splendor I had experienced. Writing it was easy. As I closed my eyes and pictured what had happened, the words came flooding out. Every emotion, every physical feeling and technical aspect was there,
bam
, on the page within minutes.

Man, I had to do more hands-on research and soon.

Adam and Max came barreling in from their run on the beach, filling the house with life once more. We had changed the order of morning events since I'd started joining them for a swim. We had decided that the swim should come first; then I would scurry indoors with teeth chattering, and jump in the shower while Adam dressed and went for a quick run with Max. I knew it wasn't ideal for them, but Adam wanted me to join him in the water, and it was a compromise he was willing to make, seeing as I wasn't much of a runner at any time of day.