by Jolie, Mika
“I want you, Liliana.”
His voice, the words, ignited desire inside her.
“Adam…”
He held up a crooked finger. “Come closer.”
Of course she shouldn’t. Dark eyes stayed on her, daring her. Lily took one step forward, then another, until she stood merely inches away from him. His hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her in to him. Then he was kissing her like her lips were air and he was drowning.
She took in the sweet taste of him, the feel of him pressing against her, the robust sound of his groan when she brushed her tongue to his. Drenched with the feeling of being desired, even just physically, she brushed her tongue against his. The act garnered a groan deep from his throat.
His hands moved over her, melting her away. She touched him too. Everywhere and with hunger. She lost track of time, how long they kissed. When he pulled away, her head followed so their foreheads leaned against each other. She didn’t open her eyes until she felt him place what felt like a key in her hands.
“I’m leaving you my car,” he announced, his voice husky. “I want three things; to see you, kiss you, and fuck you. I want it all tonight. Come to me if you want me as much. If not, don’t come and I promise I will leave you alone.”
Chapter Twelve
“Love is the answer, but while we wait for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.”
Anonymous
It was late, well past midnight, when Lily pulled into Adam’s driveway. During the course of the night, she’d managed to convince herself over and over she wouldn’t come to him. And here she was, questioning her sanity. There should be a relationship status for I don’t even know what’s going on. This was a booty call, of course. Her head knew walking away was the right thing to do. Leave that door closed. Her thoughts on the other hand went southward, heat blitzed between her legs. Adam wasn’t the only one who craved that physical connection.
As she stepped out of the Maserati and made her way to the house, lust hummed through her. Part of her wanted to run, yet she knew she hadn’t come this far to flee just yet. Last time, she told herself during the drive. Farewell sex.
She glanced at the house, pitch black with the exception of one flickering light in the family room. He was watching TV, waiting for her. He knew she’d come. What could she say, Adam was her weakness.
The front door opened just as Lily fumbled through her purse, searching for nothing specific. Slowly, she lifted her head and took him in; beautifully sculpted hair-roughened chest, lean muscles bulging everywhere to narrow hips in loose black sweats sitting low on his hips. So low she could tell there was no barrier beneath. He left her breathless.
Words were not spoken, they weren’t needed. The reason she was at his doorstep was clear. Adam leaned over, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her inside, on the brink of man-handling, and pinned her against the wall. He kissed her as if there was nothing else he’d rather be doing. As if she was his whole universe…and the moment was eternal. It was overwhelming.
“I’m not tamed,” he said when he finally broke the kiss. His sweet, warm breath lingered just above her swollen lips. Their faces so close they were sharing air.
“Or boring,” she acknowledged, loving the feel of his hard chest against her breasts.
Unruffled, he smiled and nipped at her lower lip. When he finally released her, Adam stepped aside and kicked the door closed. She walked past him into the house, to the large family room. The television was frozen to a shot of Adam’s last race. His face hidden behind the headgear he wore for protection, but she’d recognize the sleek silver race car anywhere.
She was that predictable. Why else would he be awake in the middle of the night? “You knew I’d come.”
He picked up the remote and slowly moved the race car to another curve. “No. I was hoping you’d come. I chose to work while I waited.”
With her eyes still glue to the television screen, she asked, “Does it bother you that you didn’t win?”
Adam had come in third, but since he’d earned the most points so far this year; he was still sitting pretty at the number one spot.
“I don’t need to win every race. I just like to understand what I can do better the next time around. Like everything I do.”
Lily nodded. He was talking to her as well. Their relationship. She ran her fingers over the back of the leather sofa. “What if I didn’t come here tonight?”
“Then I would have jacked off and called it a night,” he answered without giving it a thought. “A man can only hold on for so long, Liliana.” He gave her a meaningful look. “It’s been six weeks.”
Lily knew the time frame all too well. She had a little lentil growing inside of her because of it. Adam turned off the television, threw the remote on the sofa, and came to stand in front of her. “You’re nervous.”
She shook her head.
“Do you have doubts?” he continued, his eyes on her. “I won’t have sex with you if you’re not sure you want me.”
Oh, she wanted every inch of him inside of her. But she still had to tell him about the little pregnant situation. And that worried her.
“You don’t think I want to have sex with you?” She removed the scarf around her neck and slowly unbuttoned the denim jacket she’d worn to shield her body from the cool autumn breeze. Dark eyes stayed at her until she placed the jacket on the sofa. “I want to taste you.” She edged in closer, kissed his neck, and he let out a tortured groan. “Feel your skin against mine. I want you to take me.”
He didn’t touch her; instead, he leaned his big frame on the arm of the leather sofa and crossed his arms over his chest. “No more games, Liliana.” His voice carried a level of warning. “We do this because you’re sure. You want us as we’ve been.”
Temporary. Fleeting. He didn’t say the words, but the message was clear. She looked into his eyes. Dark, deep, and intense. He wasn’t going to touch her until she agreed to his terms. She was treading on dangerous ground. Everything told her to come forward and tell him about the baby, but that’d have to wait. Which was irresponsible on her part, she knew that. She’d tell him in the morning–after their last night together.
Right now, Adam was on her to-do list. And because she desperately ached, needed that physical connection with him at least once more, she uncrossed his arms, walked into him, pressed her lower body into his and faced him straight on.
“Make love to me,” she breathed.
With a swift movement, he picked up the remote on the sofa next to him, pressed the power button and the room went black. But she saw every twitch of his muscles. The moonlight trickled through the window, leaching color from all it touched, casting a silver organza veil over the room, shimmering, dancing.
Adam took over then. His mouth closed over hers, fierce, demanding, and hungry. Lily let out a whimper and wrapped her arms around his neck. One hand smoothly moved up to sink into her hair, the other drew her even closer. He sucked on her lower lip and she parted for him, wanting to lose herself with the father of her baby, the love of her life, ready to give him whatever he wanted one last time.
“And the fuck-me boots are hot. They stay on during the first round.”
Her head dropped back as she chuckled. “First round?”
His lips left hers to nuzzle her neck. “Don’t intend to sleep tonight. We are not stopping until you’re sore. I promise.”
The words drove her mad. His breath was hot on her neck, making her shiver with need. His hands roamed over her body, touching every inch of her through the material, stopping at her hips for a slight squeeze before cupping a cheek in each hand.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he growled and rocked her into his erection. “My addiction, Liliana. That’s you.”
His voice surged through every vein in her body, making her lightheaded. Addiction. The word wasn’t even strong enough. How would she live without their passion? Without Adam? The thought caused an ache behind her hear
t and lent desperation to her actions. She needed this. Him. One last time.
She arched her back as his fingers grazed her thighs to the hem of her dress. His hands moved upward to her thong, teasing through the material, then brushed the tiny swatch to one side and slid two fingers inside of her. On the edge and dying to have him inside her, Lily let out a breathless whisper as he lowered his head to kiss her hard, driving her over the edge.
“The dress. I’ll buy you another one.” She heard him say roughly. Lily was still shuddering and slow to react. The front buttons popped and she heard them bounce off the hardwood floor. Her eyes flew open in shock, fascination, pleasure.
He shoved off the sweats and just as she imagined, he wore nothing else underneath. The sight of that part of him, beautifully erect, so incredibly male, made her moan.
They tangled in a kissing, touching war. Her feet moved blindly as Adam pushed her against the wall. “Hold on tight, darling.”
He brushed what was left of her dress up to her waist. Large hands gripped her ass, squeezing hard, and scooped her off her feet. Lily instantly wrapped her legs around him and shivered.
“Cold?”
Oh, God, no. She shook her head. And even if she was, she wouldn’t have admitted to it. Not when she was about to have up-against-the-wall-sex with Adam.
He lowered his head, ran his tongue around her nipple and tugged it between his teeth. The sensation sent prickles of awareness over her skin. She grabbed a fistful of his hair as her head fell back against the wall.
“Fuck me, Adam,” she begged, panting for the torture to end, and wanting more of it as well.
Adam sank his teeth into her shoulder then claimed her lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His hands tightened around her ass as he tilted her waist a bit to allow him access, and then he was pushing inside of her.
“Oh, God.” She screamed as her body stretched to accommodate him.
“No, sugar,” he muttered against her lips. “It’s just me.” And plunged deeper, filling her up.
She tightened her thighs around him and took all he had to offer. Her breasts pressed against his chest and Lily forgot the entire world. Just her and Adam, and the butterflies in her stomach. Filled with hunger, she tried to rock into him but he held her still.
“Don’t move,” he ordered roughly.
She felt him throbbing inside her, struggling to maintain control. “Don’t stop.”
“Liliana.” His voice was hoarse, tortured.
Not caring if she was acting like a caged wildcat, she tilted her hips and drew him closer. Wanting to give as much as she was getting, and needing to feel every inch of him, she dug her nails into his shoulders and he winced.
“Please,” she pleaded.
She heard him swear savagely. His hands moved to the back of her thighs, and slowly withdrew. In one sure stroke, he filled her up again. He repeated the motion, again and again. Each time with more urgency. His hard length pounded into her, each thrust deeper than the last.
“I’m going to come, Adam.”
“Good, that makes two of us.”
His gaze stayed on her, intense, claiming, watching her reacting to him as he pushed her over the edge once more. His mouth crushed against hers and she exploded.
“Adam,” she cried out his name as shock and pleasure rippled through her body.
She was deep in euphoria when she heard Adam say fuck and joined her. Shuddering in her arms, he let out a low, hoarse sound and squeezed her ass as he lost himself in her.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Adam buried his head into the crook of her neck, his broad shoulders rising and falling against her body as he caught his breath.
With shaking legs, Lily attempted to adjust the heel of her boots from his back, but he held her still.
“Not yet,” he said against her neck. He was buried inside her, his hands still cupping her ass.
“You will cramp up.”
He chuckled, his breath hot against her skin. Then he lifted his head to see her face. “You underestimate me. I’m tougher than I look.”
It was her turn to laugh. Since she’d met Adam, she’d never questioned his toughness. Everything about him screamed brute strength. Still, he slowly withdrew from her and brought her to her feet.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Lily smiled. “You’re done with me?”
Raw desire flashed in his eyes. “Liliana, I intend to violate that beautiful body of yours in the most sensual way. I meant what I said, no stopping until you’re sore.”
He kept his promise and took her over and over. Starved with an insatiable appetite only Adam could satisfy, she let him. Passion, rich and lush, flooded every sense as she met him move for move, giving as well as receiving. Their harsh breathing and muffled groans filled the room; the salty smell of sex flooded her nostrils and filled her lungs. She wanted to go on forever. To never end. To be lost in this sensual dream with him for eternity. Much later when they finally collapsed on the bed, out of breath, Adam rolled unto his back and brought her with him and pulled the covers over them.
Every muscle in Lily’s body ached. Pain had never felt so good.
“I need to text Minka.”
“Why?” he asked, eyes closed.
“To let her know I’m spending the night.”
“I bet you one million dollars they’re not expecting you back.”
She scraped her finger nails across his chest. “You’re so cocky.”
He chuckled. “I like when you say cock.”
“I didn’t say cock.”
“You just did,” he said. His eyes still closed.
Lily smiled. He was teasing her. The old Adam was back. Her heart did a little dance.
“We’ll drive over and get your stuff tomorrow. Now sleep.” He nudged her with his elbow and tightened his grip on her. “I sleep better when you’re around.”
“I bet.” She chuckled against his chest.
“It’s true, Liliana. You bring me peace.” He placed a kiss on her head. “Now sleep.”
With her thigh between his, Lily tried not to make too much of the way her heart swelled. Of course he liked her. Even if their relationship was only on a physical level, she’d always known he cared.
In the night, she listened to Adam’s even breathing, fast asleep next to her. She touched his chest and his arm automatically tightened around her. Lily smiled in amazement at how a person who was once a stranger could suddenly, without warning, become her entire world.
* * * *
When she stirred and opened her eyes, it was morning and she was in Adam’s arm. She peeked at him, still asleep. She slipped out of his grip and as quietly as possible, pulled one of his T-shirts out of the dresser and over her body. She glanced back at him; still sleeping. She walked over to his side of the bed and appraised his appearance. His hair wildly tousled and stubble darkened his jaw. He looked disheveled, feral, sensuous, a perfect reflection of their night together. She lifted a hand to touch him but stopped. Her chest tightened with guilt and her stomach flooded with nausea.
Shit. Morning sickness. Lily turned toward the adjacent bathroom but quickly realized that was too close for comfort and rushed down the stairs. She walked-ran hastily down the hallway, hands over her mouth to the closest bathroom and heaved.
Clinging the porcelain toilet, she hurled again and again. Infinitely grateful that Adam was fast asleep, she took her time coming to her feet. Splashed some cold water over her face and rinsed her mouth. She needed to sit down and reflect, better yet, find her purse, take her pre-natal and think of a way to tell Adam the truth.
She pulled in and then slowly released a deep breath, opened the door and gasped as she almost bumped into Adam. He stood there in low slung jeans, his face a dark mask, holding her hostage at the threshold.
“Adam.”
He tilted his head. “None other.”
The coldness in his eyes chilled her to the bone. He leaned back and she walked past him, refus
ing to look at him. She made her way to the family room and located her purse. She knew he followed. His presence was not something she could ignore. Still, she tried.
“I’m going to give you two minutes to tell me what I’ve finally figured out.”
Heart in her throat, she found the pre-natal bottle and palmed it in her hand.
“I need water,” she said and escaped into the kitchen. To her relief, he didn’t follow. After swallowing the pill, she pulled out her phone and scrolled to Minka’s name.
Hey Minka, I’ll be over soon.
Her friend texted back.
Tell him.
She placed the phone on the counter, took a deep breath and squared her shoulders as she walked into the family room. She found Adam standing by the large window overlooking the private beach, his back ramrod-straight.
“It crossed my mind last night,” he said, his back to her. “Your breasts are different. Fuller.”
Damn. She hadn’t given much thought to the slight changes of her body. Truth be told, she didn’t think he’d noticed.
“I know every inch of your body, Liliana, probably better than I know my own.”
The hitch in his voice tore through her. Pain…she paused, analyzing the sound; disappointment, that’s what it was. She’d disappointed him. Unsure of what she should do, Lily wrapped her arms over her chest.
“I’m pregnant,” she said softly, her heart hurting with each word for not telling him right away. “Starting my seventh week.”
He turned to face her, his gaze cold and unyielding. “When were you planning on telling me? Or was that not part of your equation?”
No. He had it all wrong. Of course she wanted to tell him. She started to take a step forward but stopped. Tension crackled in the air. Everything about him told her not to dare come too close. “I tried…”
He sneered. “When did you try? Was it the time you broke things off via a fucking text?”
He looked at her, rage in his eyes, skin bloodless beneath his tan. She looked away.