Secret Kiss

by Melanie Shawn

  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.”

  “No problem.”

  Adam grabbed his tension wrench and held the door for Jane to walk out. As she passed, she glanced up at him, thanking him with her eyes. It made him feel like both an ass and a hero. First, he was glad he could try to make this situation as smooth as possible. But he also felt like an asshole because he’d practically attacked her when she’d come over to his house for help.

  As they walked across the street, Adam could feel Walter and Dolores’ eyes on him. They weren’t buying his explanation of what he and Jane had been doing in the garage. Which was fine with him. All he cared about was that Jane wasn’t embarrassed. He would take a full-page ad out in the Hope Falls Daily and announce what he and Jane had been doing. He didn’t care who knew.

  Jane started asking her grandparents questions about their Bingo escapades as they made it to her front walkway. Adam went ahead so that he didn’t have an audience while he picked the lock. It might have been decades since he’d done it, but thankfully, it was like riding a bike. He had the door open under ten seconds and Walter and Dolores were none the wiser.

  After saying goodnight to Jane’s grandparents at the door, Adam started to head back to his house, but he felt Jane’s hand on his forearm. When he turned back towards her, he saw the look in her eyes. She wanted to talk about what had just happened between them.

  “Adam,” she began, sounding very unsure of herself. “I just wanted… I just… I don’t do things like… I mean… I just did…but I don’t want… I hope you don’t think—”

  He could have assured her with words, but he’d always thought talk was cheap. So, instead, he showed her how he felt by leaning down and kissing her softly. First on her lips, which stopped her rambling. Then on her forehead so that he didn’t get carried away while her grandparents were in the vicinity.

  Pulling her into his arms, he held her, and she melted against him. Then he kissed her again on the top of her head. Emotions he couldn’t name constricted his chest, and all he could think as he held her was, Mine. She felt so right in his arms.

  “Jane honey! Why is your hair dryer blowing?” Walter shouted.

  “Oh my God!” Jane jumped out of his arms. “I forgot… I gotta go!” Then she ran inside the house, yelling for them to turn her blow dryer off before she shut the door.

  Adam walked back across the street with a smile on his face. His mind was quiet, and he felt lighter than he had—ever.

  Chapter 20

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  The city lights sparkled as Jane rode beside Adam in the Uber car that was taking them to their hotel. Mike and Nikki had skipped the last meeting because Nikki wasn’t feeling well. It had worked out fine because it had been with the board of a high-tech development firm and Adam had easily fielded their questions. Whenever things had started going over their heads, he’d adjusted, making sure each person in the room was able to follow along.

  Seeing Adam in action all day, interacting with everyone—potential contributors, Uber drivers, secretaries, people in line at Starbucks, the bike messenger who’d almost been run over by a trolley, the waiter at lunch, business people in the elevator—had left Jane speechless and in complete and total awe. He was brilliant, yet he had an ease with people and never talked down to anyone, even when he was clearly dumbing down his verbiage. He obviously had book smarts, but he also had street smarts. It was like there wasn’t one person he didn’t relate to on some level.

  It was seriously the hottest thing Jane had ever witnessed.

  Maybe it was because she never felt comfortable in any social situations, or maybe it was simply because Adam was just that amazing. Whatever the case was, Jane had never felt more enamored with another human being in her life, and she’d met and been in the company of George flippin’ Clooney, when Mike had worked with him on a clean-water project, so that was saying a lot.

  If she would’ve been asked last night if she thought Adam could get any sexier, she would’ve answered with a resounding no. When he’d opened his garage door sans shirt, she’d almost passed out from the sheer, unadulterated sex appeal radiating off him. Then, when he’d backed her up against the wall and asked her what was beneath her robe before instructing her to show him—that was when she would’ve thought his sexiness had peaked.

  But she’d quickly been proven wrong.

  Not only had he proceeded to give her three orgasms, but after those amazing, mind-blowing climaxes, he’d scooped her up, held her in his arms, and kissed her. Kissed her like he’d been making love to her. Which, technically, he had been because they hadn’t disengaged.

  And the cherry on top of the Adam Is Amazing sundae was that, when her grandparents had interrupted their post-coitus cuddling and kissing session, he’d remained calm, gotten her dressed, and come up with a somewhat believable cover story before seamlessly picking her lock.

  Yeah, so she was basically head-over-heels in love with Adam Dorsey. Which was not good news considering she had no idea what was going on with them. They hadn’t had a moment alone all day. Ten hours ago, on the short flight to the city in the private plane Kyle Austen Reed had loaned them for the Latch Key program this morning, their only talk had been about their game plan. With ten meetings scheduled in thirty-six hours, there had been no room for small talk. Then, once they had landed in San Francisco, it’d been a whirlwind of meet and greets, presentations, and board meetings.

  This was the first moment of semi-silence and semi-privacy they’d had. The only noise was the music playing over the radio and the Uber driver, who kept trying to make small talk.

  In the car, her entire body was hyperaware of every move and sound Adam made, every breath he took. From the moment the passenger door had shut, a sudden bout of shyness had overtaken her. Part of it was because of her overwhelming feelings for the man seated to her left. The other was because she really didn’t know how to act after what they’d done last night.

  Although Jane had done a poor job of expressing it to Adam last night, she was not a one-night stand kind of girl. In fact, in her almost thirty years, that was the first
one-nighter she’d ever had. All of her other experiences had been in the confines of a committed relationship. Since she and Adam were only pretending to be together, she didn’t think it counted.

  The car came to a stop, and Jane put the phone away, she’d been pretending to check e-mails. How pathetic was that? She’d had over twenty minutes when she could’ve made small talk or casually chatted like a normal person would have done with the man they were not only in love with but also had made love to the night before—and she’d pretended to read e-mails because she had no clue how to act!

  Why had she been born without the gene that caused people to be cool in these types of situations? Why?

  Before she’d even collected all of her things, Adam was holding the door open for her.

  “Oh,” she said, a little startled by his appearance, “Thanks.”

  He offered his hand to help her out, and Jane hoped that it wasn’t totally obvious that she wiped both palms on her thighs before slipping her hand into his. She couldn’t help it that he made her palms sweaty, her knees weak, and her heart race like it was being chased by the police while carrying several pounds of heroin.

  As his fingers wrapped around her hand, visions of what his fingers looked like all over her body started flashing in her head like an X-rated slideshow. So she could now add blushing like a tomato to her list of physical effects brought on by the mere nearness of Adam Dorsey.

  “Are you okay?” He leaned in so that she could practically feel his lips against her ear and spoke in a low, deep tone that rippled through her. “You look a little flushed.”

  “I’m fine,” she said in a breathy whisper.

  “Good.” He grinned down at her as he placed his hand on her lower back and led her into the W Hotel.

  Jane was having a difficult time focusing on what she needed to do in the busy lobby. She tried to quiet the pitter-patter of her heartbeat and ignore the arousal swirling in her belly like a twister gaining speed.