Chapter 8

eight

. . .

Kaitlyn

I stumble into my apartment, heart pounding, lips still tingling from Adam's searing kisses.

I check my phone and found half a dozen missed calls and texts from Megan.

I call my bestie, and she pounces immediately.

"Oh my god, Kaitlyn! Spill! What happened?" I know her eyes are wide with excitement.

I collapse onto the couch, head spinning. "He kissed me, Meg. Like really kissed me." I touch my swollen lips, reliving the intensity.

"Holy shit! Adam Prescott kissed you? The billionaire? I need details!"

As I recount the night, reality comes crashing in. Icy dread seeps into my bones. What am I thinking? Adam is a celebrity, insanely wealthy and powerful. I'm just a nobody graphic designer from Brooklyn.

My mind reels with visions of gossipy tabloids, judgmental stares, feeling utterly out of place in his world. Tears prick my eyes. I'm in way over my head. This fairy tale can't possibly be real.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I can hear the frown in Megan’s voice as she picks up on my sudden change in demeanor. "This is amazing! Why do you suddenly seem all down?"

"I can't do this, Meg,” I whisper. “What am I thinking? He's Adam freaking Prescott. I...I don't belong in his league." My voice cracks as insecurity floods through me.

“Nu-uh, don’t you dare,” my bestie says firmly. “You are fucking amazing, Kaitlyn. Don’t let your insecurities?—”

A firm knock at the door startles us both—especially since it’s so loud Megan hears it over the phone. I hear a deep, familiar voice and my heart seizes.

"Kaitlyn!"

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Megan hisses at me over the line. “Answer him!”

I hang up on my bestie and head to the door. No sooner do I open it does Adam stride into the living room, his presence filling the space, electrifying the air.

"Adam! What are you doing here?" I hastily wipe my eyes, hating that he's seeing me like this—weak, emotional, unsure.

In an instant, he's on his knees before me, grasping my hands. His blue eyes blaze with intensity.

"I don’t know, Kaitlyn. I just…I felt like you needed me.” "He studies my face, looking worried. “And it looks like I was right. You’ve been crying. What’s wrong, princess?”

My lips wobble as I try to hold in more tears at his concern.

"It’s just…" I whisper, averting my gaze. "You're you and I'm...I'm just me, and everything is starting to hit me…"

“You're doubting this, doubting us." His thumbs caress my knuckles, sending sparks across my skin.

And then Adam cups my face, forcing me to meet his stare. "Listen very carefully to me, Kaitlyn. You're my everything. I was prepared to burn down this whole city to find you," he growls. "From the moment I saw you, I knew you were different. You're real, raw, beautiful inside and out. I don't give a damn about status or expectations. I just want you."

He leans in, lips grazing my temple, my cheek, my jaw. I shiver as his stubble scrapes my sensitive skin. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want you. Your mind, your body, your heart...I'll worship every inch of you."

His words wash over me, through me, wrapping me in warmth and unshakeable conviction. This powerful man, who could have anyone, desires me with a ferocity that steals my breath.

"Let me show you," he murmurs against my neck. "Let me prove how crazy you make me. Trust me, baby."

And as Adam trails scorching open-mouthed kisses down my throat, big hands gripping my waist, any lingering doubts melt away, replaced by an all-consuming need to surrender to this wild, passionate, unstoppable force between us.

In frenzied motions, we discard our clothes, both of us desperate to feel skin on skin. Adam lifts me in his arms, carrying me to the bed. He lowers me down, his weight pinning me in place as he hungrily devours every inch of my body.

"You're mine," he growls again and again, his tongue lapping at my hardened nipples, his fingers delving between my thighs, sending me arching off the bed.

"Yes," I gasp, breathless. "I'm yours, Adam. Yours only."

He smiles against my skin, a predatory grin that sends shivers down my spine. "That's my girl. My curvy, beautiful, irresistible goddess."

With one firm thrust, he enters me, filling me so completely, stretching me in ways I've only ever dreamed of. “Fuck,” he groans. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait, baby. Needed to be inside this pussy again. Needed to feel you.”

The sensation of him inside me is indescribable. Our hips rock in a primal rhythm, our eyes locked, our souls intertwined. This is more than just lust or lust at first sight. This is destiny, written in the stars, a Cinderella story straight out of a fairy tale, and I'm the lucky one who gets to live it.

With each powerful stroke, we edge closer to the precipice, our moans and gasps mingling. It's almost poetic, this union of ours, a fated kiss that ignited a fire neither of us could have ever extinguished.

Adam's fingers tangle in my hair as he claims my mouth in another bruising kiss, his tongue sweeping inside to dance with mine. I moan into him, my pussy fluttering around him.

“Yes, that’s it, beautiful. Come on your man’s cock.”

"Feel what you do to me," he growls, rolling his hips against my core. The hard ridge of his arousal presses insistently, sending jolts of electricity through my body. "Every second of every day, I ache for you, Kaitlyn."

Then, he suddenly pulls back from me, and I whimper at the loss.

"Please," I whimper, unsure of what I'm begging for but desperate for more. More of his touch, his taste, his scorching intensity.

Adam's eyes glitter with dark promise as he sinks to his knees before me, strong hands gripping my hips. "I'm going to feast on you until you scream my name, until you understand that you're mine."

And then his mouth is on me, hot and demanding, his tongue delving into my slick folds. I cry out, fingers scrabbling for purchase as pleasure rockets through my veins.

He devours me like a man starved, licking and sucking, stoking the inferno building in my core. My head falls back, lost to the sensations, to the filthy words he growls against my sensitive flesh.

"You taste like heaven," he rasps, thrusting two fingers deep inside me. "So tight, so perfect. I'm going to wreck this pussy, Kaitlyn. No one else will ever touch you. You belong to me."

His fingers curl, finding that secret spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I'm climbing higher and higher, chasing the release that hovers just out of reach.

"Let go for me, baby," Adam commands, his tongue flicking over my swollen clit. "I've got you. I'll always catch you."

And with those words, with the intensity of his stare searing into my soul, I shatter apart, my body bowing off the bed as ecstasy consumes me. Adam holds me through the aftershocks, gentling me with soft kisses along my inner thighs.

As I float down from the high, he rises to his feet, gathering me into his arms as he pushes his cock back into me. I burrow into his warmth, breathing in his intoxicating scent of spice and man as he pumps into me furiously. “Oh fuck, yeah, baby. Gonna come so hard for you.”

And then with one last powerful thrust and a strangled grunt, he does, his hot heat flooding into me.

He continues to hold me, his cock still inside me as he strokes my hair.

"Do you believe me now?" he asks softly. "You're it for me, Kaitlyn. There will never be anyone else."

Tears prick my eyes at the raw honesty in his confession. "I believe you," I whisper, cupping his chiseled jaw. "I'm yours, Adam. Completely."

He seals his lips over mine in a kiss that feels like a vow, and I mentally remind myself to thank Megan for the dare that changed my life.