Secret Kiss (23 page)

She wanted more. She craved more. She needed more.

Reading her body’s not-so-subtle signals, Adam dropped to his knees before her. When she started to follow him, his fingers tightened around her hip with one hand, and the other lifted her knee and rested it on his shoulder, pinning her against the wall.

Panic hit her now. No man had ever done what she was pretty sure he was about to do. She’d had sex, yes. But she’d never had a man’s mouth on her…
there
.

“Adam…I’ve never… No one’s ever…” Jane managed to get out between pants.

His entire body stilled. When he looked up at her and their eyes met, her core pulsed at the possessive look in his gaze.

“No one’s ever tasted you?” His voice was gravelly and strained.

Her throat went dry, and she licked her lips. When Adam’s jaw tensed with need as he watched her wet her lips, a thrill of power shot through her. It was a heady feeling to know that she, Plain Jane, could affect a man like Adam Dorsey. She didn’t know much—or anything—about his past relationships. But she had to figure that he hadn’t spent many nights alone, unless they’d been by choice. A man who looked like that and was as smart and successful as he was would have women lining up to be with him. Every single woman in Hope Falls wished they were where she was right now, and Jane decided then and there she didn’t want to waste this opportunity.

She wasn’t going to allow herself to feel self-conscious or embarrassed. She was naked while the man of her dreams was kneeling between her legs. This moment was one she never wanted to forget.

“No.” She shook her head back and forth.

His nostrils flared at her answer, and his eyes ran down her body, stopping between her legs. With a gentle touch that defied the fierce arousal in his eyes, he removed her leg from his shoulder, and for a brief moment, disappointment flooded her. She wished she could rewind time and take back what she’d said.

But that feeling was short-lived when he moved her foot to a stool that was beside the door and spread her legs even farther apart in front of him. He ran his hand along her inner thigh, and her body trembled beneath his soft touch. When his fingers reached the apex of her legs, she held her breath.

“So pretty.” His fingers traced the lips of her sex, and her stomach quivered with lust. “So wet.” His fingertips outlined her folds, touching her intimately but not where she needed him most.

When her hips began rocking, seeking more contact with his hand, a small grin lifted on his lips and his eyes shot up to hers.

His thick middle finger moved up and down the seam of her opening, relentlessly teasing her. Her body pulsed against his touch, throbbing with pleasure as she grew wetter and wetter. His finger easily slid along her entrance, spreading her arousal.

Her breaths were coming in shorter and shorter pants with each pass of his finger over her glistening center. Then she leaned her arm on the toolbox for balance as wave after wave of delicious tremors rolled through her. Using just the tip of his finger, he pushed inside her then pulled out, her inner walls squeezing around the erotic intrusion.

“So tight,” he groaned as he thrust his middle finger inside her and covered her core with his mouth.

“Oh!” Jane cried out as his tongue brushed over her sensitive nub.

Her body shook as he licked her again and again. At the same time, his finger pressed in and out of her. When Adam flattened his tongue, rolling over her pleasure center, Jane’s body began convulsing with release. He continued his suctioning kisses while she rode out the pleasure exploding through her like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

After she crested up and over the climactic wave Adam had sent her on, aftershocks spasmed in her core. As she started floating back from a state of oblivion, she opened her eyes and saw that Adam was once again standing. But now, his shorts were gone. And while he still held her securely in one hand, the other was taking care of rolling protection on his rather impressive erection.

“That was…so…” Jane wanted to express how he’d made her feel, but her tongue felt swollen and she couldn’t make it form words in her mouth. Her entire body was tingling with afterglow, and her limbs felt heavy.

Adam’s only response was a sinful smile as he picked her up and stepped between her legs, which automatically wrapped around his waist. Looking between their bodies, Jane watched as his rock-hard length rubbed along her wet heat. His shaft pushed along her folds and her body immediately came back to life, consumed with renewed anticipation of what it would feel like when he filled her completely.

Sex had always been somewhat mechanical with the other people Jane had been with. But this was different. Adam was seducing her every step of the way.

His hot breath caressed her neck as he whispered roughly, “First, I made you come with my finger and tongue. Now, I’m going to make you come just like this.”

At his vivid description, her body ached with release once again. Then she rested her forehead against Adam’s shoulder as she watched the erotic sight where their bodies met. The head of his dick swelled with each upward thrust against her sex. If just rubbing against her felt this good, she could only imagine how good it would feel buried inside her.

“Are you watching me make you come?” His lips brushed against her ear.

She nodded as she hoarsely said, “Yes.”

At her answer, a groan vibrated from Adam’s bare chest and his fingers dug almost painfully into her hips. The sting of his grasp sent her body careening into an orgasmic collision. Bright lights flashed behind her lids as she squeezed her eyes shut and a rush of ecstasy overwhelmed her.

She heard herself crying out, but it sounded so far away. Like it was someone else. The only things she was fully aware of were the white-hot bursts of pleasure lashing through her. All she could do was hold on as she rode her release out.

When she finally felt herself coming down off the roller coaster of her orgasm, the first thing she became aware of was that she was no longer against the wall. A quick look around led her to discover that she was lying down on Adam’s weight bench, the one she’d watched him punish his body on. The one that had inspired more fantasies in the short period of time he’d lived across the street than Jane had even thought were humanly possible.

“Jane,” Adam’s growled, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Her breathing was labored as she looked up at his magnificent body hovering over her. His engorged tip was pressing firmly against her opening.

“Are you ready?”

His sincere question almost made Jane cry.

This man, who’d already seen to her pleasure not once, but twice, was worried about whether or not she was ready? No man had ever cared enough to ask her or even make sure that she was. All they’d cared about was taking their own pleasure.

“Yes. I want to feel you inside me.” Jane had never wanted anything as much as she wanted that.

*

Adam almost exploded at Jane’s words. She continually surprised him. From the second she had opened her robe, revealing a body that would rival any ’50s pinup girl, she’d been so responsive to him that he’d had to try to think about anything other than the fact that she was coming apart in his arms, on his mouth, and against his shaft so that he didn’t end this party prematurely.

Adam had always enjoyed sex, but it had
never
felt like this. This felt so raw. So real. So intimate.

Once he was inside her, he didn’t want to have to hold back—not that he was even sure he could—and the last thing he wanted was for her to slide off the bench. Wrapping his hand around first one delicate wrist then the other, Adam pulled Jane’s arms above her head and placed them on the bar.

“Hold this,” he instructed.

Her golden-brown eyes met his as he hovered above her. She nodded in agreement as her fingers tightened around the silver rod.

Looking down at the picture she presented was almost too much for Adam. Not able to help himself, he brushed his knuckles across her smooth cheek.

“You are so beautiful.”

Jane leaned her head into his touch as she spread her legs even farther apart in a silent invitation. That moment encapsulated what was so unique about Jane—her cheek gently snuggled against his hand while her legs widened in a sexy challenge. She was both yin and yang, a seductive contradiction he was quickly growing addicted to.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her body, positioning her so he could drive into her in one thrust. When she bit down on her full bottom lip, his dick swelled as it throbbed against her opening. He was happy that Jane had already found satisfaction a couple of times because he had a feeling that, once he was inside her, he wasn’t going to last long.

As he drove into her, she arched her back to meet his possessive thrust. When he’d filled her completely, he pulled back and entered her again. Her body’s snug walls clamped around him, causing primal lust to consume him. Their bodies lined up perfectly—fit perfectly—like they had been made for one another. In that moment, that’s exactly how he felt. Like she was his and he was hers, because in that moment…they were.

Beads of sweat formed on his back as his hips rolled and he made love to Jane, grinding his body into hers. She met him thrust for thrust, in perfect synchronization, as he picked up his rhythm, speeding towards his release like a runaway train. The more he tried to slow the inevitable crash of completion down, the more Jane moved her body, which stoked the fires of his locomotive-powered climax.

Only seconds before Adam groaned in blissful agony as his jarring, pulsing orgasm ripped through his body did Jane cry out. Her thighs tightened around Adam’s hips, pulling his manhood deeper into her. His body shattered with pleasure as his fingers gripped Jane’s ass and he exploded with release.

Before he had fully recovered, he picked her up and reversed their positions so that he was straddling the bench and she was straddling him. He was careful to maintain their intimate contact as he crushed his mouth to hers.

Kissing her now was a little ass backwards, but he had been afraid to let his lips touch hers before. He knew the power of their kissing, and he hadn’t wanted it to catapult him to completion even faster than he’d already gotten there.

“Hmmm,” Jane purred as her lips parted and her sweet tongue met his.

His hand roamed up and down her back, taking the opportunity to squeeze the rounded, firm globes of her ass before heading back up north. He devoured her with his long, languorous kiss. He explored the recesses of her mouth as she met him lick for lick. His lips sucked both her bottom then top, as he fed off the sweetness of her mouth.

Adam lost himself completely in their soul-capturing kiss. He wasn’t thinking about his past, his future, or anything except the way Jane’s body felt against his, skin to skin, and the way he was getting drunk off her kiss. It was truly intoxicating.

He could’ve happily stayed just like that forever, and he didn’t think Jane was in any hurry to disentangle herself, either. At least, not before there was a sharp knock on his door, which was followed by her grandparents’ voices calling out their names.

“Jane, honey, are you in there?” Dolores yelled. “We’re home.”

“Adam, it’s Walter. We’re looking for Jane,” Jane’s grandfather said loudly.

Jane jumped up so fast that she might’ve seriously damaged his joystick if he hadn’t anticipated her reaction and held on to her for damage control. He disposed of the condom and grabbed his shorts from the floor.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!” Jane whisper-yelled as she looked at Adam in horror. She scrambled to put her robe on, but Adam stopped her and shook his head.

She couldn’t put that thing back on. Her grandparents would see right through it. Literally.

After grabbing a pair of sweats and a shirt from the clean pile on top of his dryer, Adam handed them to her. Then he pulled his shorts and a T-shirt on. Jane quickly dressed. His clothes hung on her like a child trying to dress in her parents’ clothes, so Adam hurriedly rolled the sweats at her waist and around her ankles before pulling them up to her knee. He then tucked the shirt in so it didn’t hang down to her knees and handed her the rubber band he found stuck in his couch. It was probably Alexis’, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Pull your hair up in a ponytail,” he instructed.

She looked a little frazzled but did as he’d asked.

When her hair was up, he opened the door.

Both Walter and Dolores, who had been facing his front door, jumped when the side door to his garage opened.

“Hey, guys. Did you have fun at Bingo?” he asked.

“Oh, you scared me.” Dolores swatted his arm. “What are you two doing out there?” she asked as she tried to look around him.

“Just some training. I think all women should have basic self-defense moves in their arsenal, so I was just sparring with Jane and showing her some.”

Jane’s grandparents peered past him to where Jane was standing behind him.

“Yep.” Her voice sounded high and chipper. “We were sparring.”

“Well, sorry to interrupt your
sparring
.” Walter narrowed his eyes at Adam. “We lost our key and can’t get in.”