"We're going now," Sam said hastily, grabbing Adam's arm and leading him to the door.
Conrad chuckled. "Bye, Sammy. And don't worry about your parents. They're fine."
"Thank you, Uncle. Come visit us again. I do miss you even if you embarrass the hell out of me sometimes."
Conrad laughed out loud.
Adam glanced back and gave Conrad a wave and a grin. He was grateful for his little tip.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sam felt Adam's hand on the small of her back as they waited for the elevator. Involuntarily, she leaned against him. Adam's arm snaked around her waist and he kissed her hair.
The lift came and they boarded. To her surprise, Adam crowded her to a corner, pinning her against the wall with his body.
"Did you miss me, Sammy?" he asked huskily, running a knuckle on her cheek.
Her heart pounded like mad, excitement and worry warring within her.
"Adam, someone might come in," she whispered frantically.
"So? Then they'll see a couple making out in the corner."
"Wait 'til we get home," she said, placing her palms on his chest to push him away. But she ended up caressing that muscular chest of his that she'd been yearning for for weeks.
"Did you miss me?" he repeated, nuzzling her neck.
"Yes," she admitted.
"Good. 'Cause I missed you, too." Adam planted a kiss below her ear.
"Really?" she asked, her heart expanding. He missed her!
"Uh-huh," Adam replied, leaving butterfly kisses along her face. Her eyes closed as she placed her arms around his neck and pressed closer to him.
Adam's lips found hers and she melted against him. What was it about his kisses that made her feel like she was being drugged?
Adam grabbed her hips and devoured her mouth. She let out a moan as she felt his hard-on. Good to know she wasn't the only one getting aroused.
"Are you two getting out?" a voice asked.
Sam's eyes flew open as she pushed Adam away in panic. An elderly couple and a middle-aged woman were staring at them with saucer eyes.
"Sorry," she said in a small voice and scurried out, dragging Adam with her.
Adam was chuckling as he led them toward his car. "You should have seen your face, Sam."
She glared at him. "I'll have you know I'm not an exhibitionist."
"We were just kissing," he said in laughing protest.
"I was plastered all over you and you had your hands on my ass! I swear you were grinding your hips against mine when the door opened."
A man who was loading something in his car glanced at them in surprise. Sam's face burned. Great. Now she was even proclaiming to the world what they'd just done in a public place.
Adam shrugged at the stranger as they walked past him. "Can you blame me?" he asked the guy.
"No," the man said with a laugh. "Not at all."
Sam gave Adam one of her most blistering scowls.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, looking regretful. "I really just missed you."
She sighed, her indignation dissipating. If he put it like that…
Besides, it was her fault too. She was just as much in a haze of passion as he had been. Well, she couldn't help it. Adam was just too hot. She could understand why Sandy wouldn't let him go.
Hrmmph. Sandy. Shameless Sandy. She bet Sandy wouldn't have felt one iota of embarrassment if someone caught her canoodling in the elevator.
A thought hit her. Was that one of the reasons why Adam found that woman attractive? Because Sandy wasn't ashamed to show how much she enjoyed being with him? In contrast, here she was giving him a hard time for showing her how much he missed her?
They got to Adam's car. Before he opened the passenger door, he tilted her chin. "Forgive me?"
She gave him an apologetic smile of her own. "There's nothing to forgive. Sometimes I'm just too… modest."
Adam grinned.
This time, she deliberately put her arms around him and kissed him. Passionately.
"Mmm, Sam, there are people about," Adam murmured.
"We're just kissing," she responded.
Adam laughed sexily. "Let's go home."
Oh, yes, great idea.
*******
"Mmmm."
Sam giggled as Adam pinned her against the passenger side of his car as soon as she got out.
"There's no one here but us," he whispered in her ear.
She looked around. The basement car park of Adam's apartment was indeed empty.
"Someone can turn up at any second," she said. But instead of retreating, she clutched his shirt and pulled him to her for a torrid kiss. She even lifted a leg and wrapped it around him. She did cross her fingers that no one would catch them in that position.
"Oh, you've changed your mind about being an exhibitionist, have you?" Adam murmured, his voice heavy with desire.
The unmistakable sound of an approaching car made her freeze. "Uh, not quite yet."
Adam chuckled. "We'll continue this upstairs," he said, releasing her.
They retrieved her suitcase and a couple of heavy bags from the boot of his car. Since it was already Thursday night, they'd decided it was more convenient if she stayed with Adam until Saturday morning when she moved into her new apartment.
Kris had secretly winked at her, but funnily enough, Trey didn't seem to have any clue that convenience wasn't the real reason for this arrangement.
She wondered why that was? Hadn't Trey even considered that his best friend might be interested in her? Was that such an unthinkable thing? Was it because she was so different from Sandy?
Darn. Now her doubts were threatening to ruin her night. Why, oh why, did thoughts of Sandy keep on intruding?
She held the elevator door open for Adam, whose hands were full with her heavy bags. Just as the lift was about to close, a guy came running inside.
"Hey, Adam."
"Hey, Paul. How's it going?"
"Not bad, thanks."
Paul turned his attention to Sam, eyeing the suitcase she was holding on to. "Hi, I'm Paul," he said with a charming smile.
"Hi, I'm Sam."
"Short for Samantha?" Paul asked, his head tilting to one side.
"Yes."
"So, Samantha," Paul drawled, leaning against the elevator wall flirtatiously. "Did you just move into the building?"
"No. I'm staying with Adam for a couple of nights," she said with a friendly smile.
Paul straightened, his expression one of surprise and disappointment. "Oh. I see. Well, here comes my stop," he said, looking at the indicator. When the lift finally halted at his floor, Paul waved goodbye, only looking at Sam.
"Idiot," Adam muttered.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"He's tried to pick up a few women he's met in the building—unfortunately for him, the ones he liked were all taken."
"Aww. Poor guy. I can't believe no one's given him a chance. He's very cute, and he seems nice," she commented innocently.
"How would you know he's nice? You only spoke to him for less than a minute," Adam asked with a frown.
She shrugged. "He seems to be."
Adam didn't answer.
She peered at him. He was actually pouting!
The lift door opened to Adam's floor and they exited. He had a sullen look as they walked into his apartment, heading straight to his bedroom.
Once Adam had dropped her bags on the floor, she curved her arms around his neck. "What's wrong?"
"That Paul's a big flirt," he said with a scowl. "If you were alone in the lift he would certainly have made a big play for you. And you think he's very cute?"
Sam's lips tugged into a smile. "Are you jealous?"
"No," he denied, his pout becoming bigger.
"Then what's with this?" She trapped his grumpy lips with her fingers.
He mumbled something through his finger-pressed mouth.
"What?" she asked, letting go.
"Waiting for your kiss," he said.
"Oh, really?" she asked, her grin widening.
Reluctantly, Adam's pout turned into a smile. "So are you going to plant those sexy lips on mine?"
She raised on tiptoes and gave him a small peck.
His eyes narrowed. "Nowhere near enough," he growled.
She kissed him again, still softly but a couple of seconds longer.
"More," Adam demanded.
This time, she really kissed him—long and hard, tongue and all, and hands everywhere.
When they came up for air, Adam lifted her top and took it off her. "More," he whispered, his mouth going for her neck and giving it ardent sucks and hot kisses.
"Yes, more," she breathed, unbuttoning his shirt with eager fingers.
They stripped each other's clothes with impatience she hadn't known she possessed—at least, not when it came to sex. With her exes, she'd needed long, slow foreplay. But not with Adam. She was already ready—panting hard and soaking wet—and he hadn't even touched her yet where it really mattered.
Adam gently pushed her onto a sitting position on the bed, kneeling before her. He rained steamy kisses on her face, her neck, her shoulders, then his mouth travelled to her breasts.
"I missed these," he murmured, squeezing them close together and flicking the peaks with his fingers.
She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud.
Adam continued to play with her nipples, gazing at them ardently, like he enjoyed seeing them aroused. The he licked one, running his tongue round and round before closing his lips and giving it a gentle suck.
"Adam…" she whispered with a voice full of desire.
He paid attention to the other twin, laving it, before his mouth travelled southward. It wasn't long before he pushed her legs further apart, his face inches from her pussy.
"And I missed this," he croaked, touching her wetness.
She let out a loud gasp as she watched him wet his finger with her juices before he let it travel to her swollen clit. When he touched that bundle of sensitised nerves, she couldn't stop the moan that came out of her.
Adam groaned and replaced his finger with his expert tongue.
All too soon, she was close to coming. "Adam," she cried softly, unable to control the movement of her hips grinding against his mouth. When Adam inserted his fingers into her as he continued to lick, she gave up trying to stifle the lusty sounds that came out of her.
Before long, much sooner than she wanted, she came hard with a loud cry. Adam didn't stop until her shuddering did.
When she opened her eyes, she found him grinning at her with a self-satisfied expression.
"Did you miss that too, baby?" he asked impishly.
She nodded, smiling.
Adam stood up, and his impressive erection was right in front of her face.
Ooh, she definitely craved that. She grabbed his hips and urged him closer, then wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it.
"Ahh, Sammy."
She looked up into his eyes. "Did you miss this?"
"Hell, yes," he panted.
"What about this?" She put him in her mouth and sucked and licked in the way that she learned he liked. She tugged him at the base with one hand while she caressed his balls with the other.
"Oh, God, Sam," Adam groaned through gritted teeth, his hips flexing in time with her actions.
She hadn't quite had her fill when Adam moved away and went to his bedside table.
"Adam, I'm not done with you yet," she complained.
He grinned at her in that sexy way that promised more. "I'm too close, baby."
"And I want to make you come," she said bashfully.
He came back and placed a hot kiss on her lips, dropping a packet on the bed. "You will. When I'm inside you."
"Why not with my mouth?" She hadn't done that to anyone before. To her surprise, she really wanted to do it to Adam. He had awakened her sexual curiosity and appetite to heights she hadn't known existed.
He chuckled. "You can later, sweetheart. I want to come inside you first. Now crawl up to the middle of the bed."
She complied. As long as there was a 'later', she was happy.
Adam blanketed her with his body and resumed kissing her. She ran her hands on his back, revelling in the heat and smoothness of his skin. His mouth and fingers stoked her desire again. By the time his lips were sucking her tit and his fingers were moving in and out of her while his thumb rubbed her clit, she was, once again, panting and moaning unashamedly. That she was tugging and stroking Adam's erection at the same time added to her pleasure.
A low growl came out of Adam and he sat up abruptly, reaching for the condom.
"Do you get tested, Adam?" she asked suddenly.
"Yes. And I'm always healthy," he answered with amusement.
"Me too," she murmured.
"I know that without you telling me, Sammy," he said with a laugh as he ripped the packet.
"I'm on birth control," she whispered.
Adam gaped at her. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"I trust you."
"Oh, Sam," Adam groaned, chucking the condom in the air and gathering her to him. "Are you sure?" Adam asked, already parting her legs and positioning himself in between—quite enthusiastically, she thought.
Her giggles turned into a loud moan as Adam pushed in. Slowly he moved inside her as his mouth sought her lips, her neck, and, oh, her nipples.
"Oh, baby, you feel so good… so hot… so wet… so fucking good…" Adam panted, his thrusting getting faster.
"Oh, God, Adam!" she keened. How he did it, she had no idea. But he took her higher than she thought possible. She writhed under him uncontrollably, her climax approaching with speed. When Adam placed his thumb on her clit while he drove into her with abandon, her whole body clenched. Stars appeared behind her eyelids as an intense orgasm washed over her.
"Oh fuck… Sam… Sammy… arghhh!!!"
Spent, Adam collapsed on top of her as her body continued its rhythmic clamping.
*
"Christ, that was incredible," Adam said after a long moment of catching their breaths.
"Really?" she asked shyly.
Adam braced himself on his elbows and stared in her eyes. "Yes. Really."
She smiled. Adam looked utterly sincere so she believed him. But she'd bet he'd had plenty of similar incredible orgasms in the past. For her though, the pleasure Adam had been giving her was off the charts. Her previous experiences paled in comparison.
Yes, she wanted more. No, not just physical pleasure but more than that. She wanted his heart.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Hey, Bella."
"Hi Adam. How are you?"
"Good thanks. How was your honeymoon?"
"Fantastic, but way too short. Two weeks simply wasn't enough. But as you know, John has to go back to work," Bella said. "Anyway, I was calling to invite you to a surprise birthday party we're having for John on the twelfth next month. That's a Saturday."
"I heard about that. I'll check my calendar and get back to you."
"I hope you can make it, Adam. Since we'd decided to have a wedding in Byron Bay and couldn't invite many people, this party's going to be rather big. I'm inviting over a hundred people and we're doing it at the function centre of John's rowing club."
"Really?" Adam asked in disbelief. "Is turning thirty-two now a big milestone?"
Bella laughed. "I wanted a fairy tale wedding in an exclusive, expensive resort. I got that. I also wanted a big wedding reception. Since I didn't get that, this birthday party will be it."
Adam shook his head. How his quiet, unassuming cousin who mostly kept to himself could keep up with his wife's love for parties, he didn't know. He guessed opposites did attract. And it was obvious why Bella and Sandy got along so well together.
That reminded him of something. "Bella, I'm sure Sandy already told you that your wedding planner either forgot or didn't know that Sandy and I weren't supposed to share t
he same room when we were at Byron Bay for your wedding."
"Oh, yeah. Sandy told me about that. Wasn't that a hoot?" Bella asked unconcernedly.
"To be honest, I didn't appreciate it."
"Oh, come on, Adam. So it happened. Forget about it. The important thing was you two had fun."
He repressed a sigh. Bella would always take Sandy's side. As for Sandy, it had been a great opportunity to seduce him again. Hopefully, Sandy was clearer now that he was definitely no longer interested.
"By the way, I've also invited your best friends and their partners to the party," Bella said. "I know John would love to see them there, too. They haven't RSVP'd yet, so would you mind following them up, please, and ask them to respond either to me or Sandy?"
"Sure."
"Great. Hope to see you all there. Bye!"
Adam rubbed his chin, surprised that it was Bella who'd called him when his buddies had been invited by Sandy. Dylan had bombarded him with questions yesterday when they'd helped Sam set up her new place. Apparently, Sandy had hinted to Dylan that something interesting had happened between the two of them during their stay at Byron Bay.
He'd assured Dylan nothing had happened. He would have elaborated further, but he'd been nervous that Sam might overhear. Not that he had anything to hide, but he didn't think it would go down well if Sam found out that he and Sandy had slept in the same room that night.
He sighed, desperately missing Sam even though it had only been hours since he last saw her. Last night, he'd snuck back into her apartment after all of their friends had left and spent another night with her. It felt strange to be hiding something from the other guys, but like Sam, he preferred to explore what they had together away from prying and curious eyes.
He must admit, though, that he'd found it hard to act as if Sam was just a friend. She already meant so much more to him than that. Funnily enough, the guys were taking their 'charade' in their stride. They'd even suggested Sam should go with Adam as his date to John's party as further proof to Sandy she was no longer in the picture.
He knew his friends hadn't been crazy about Sandy being his girlfriend, but he didn't realise the extent of their dislike for her until after they'd broken up. He couldn't believe how blind he'd been.
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