19. Tessa

Do you trust me?

Adam’s question after our night together played in my thoughts. I did trust him. Completely. The last thing I wanted was for something to go wrong, specifically for Rich to find out.

Yet my desire to see Adam was more powerful than what Rich thought.

I re-read his text.

Adam:I want to see you.

Eric was sound asleep in his room. With the blessing of youth, he slept like the dead. Some mornings, it was beyond frustrating to prod him out of bed. On the other hand, I could safely have Adam come over, and Eric would most likely sleep right through it.

My hands were shaky when I tapped out my reply. I wasn’t shaky from a bad kind of nervousness but from intense anticipation.

Me:Come over. Park in the back.

I waited less than a minute for his response.

Adam:I’ll see you in 10 minutes.

I leaped out of my chair and zipped around my small apartment. I quickly peeked into Eric’s bedroom. He was sound asleep. I closed his door and hurried into the kitchen, tidying it for no good reason. I ran into the bathroom off my bedroom.

I was wearing an old T-shirt and a pair of swingy cotton pants. I definitely didn’t have time to change. I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at myself in the mirror and silently swearing.

The light”s reflection behind my small house arced across the bedroom wall behind me. I raced to the back door and swung it open before Adam had a chance to knock.

“Hey!” I whispered.

Adam’s eyes glinted with humor as his lips curled in a smile. His low and rumbly “hey” reverberated through my amped-up nervous system.

I stepped back, letting him into the kitchen before closing the door quietly and pressing my back against it. My body felt as if an electric circuit was zipping through it in fiery loops.

Turning to face me, he stepped closer and placed one palm on the door beside my shoulder. He cupped my cheek with his other hand. When his thumb traced along my neck, I shivered.

“I think you’re going to tell me we need to be quiet.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

My nipples tightened instantly, and heat pooled low in my belly. When he took another step closer, I shifted on my feet, trying to relieve the intense ache building at the apex of my thighs.

“How was your day?” he asked.

It was a simple question. But with his fingers sliding through my hair and brushing along the sensitive skin on the side of my neck, I could hardly breathe, much less focus. I sucked in a gulp of air. “It was good. How was yours?” I choked out.

One of his shoulders lifted in an incremental shrug. “It was fine. I’m not sure what’s happened, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

My heart gave a tricky little beat in my chest. I didn’t know what to do with all the feelings rushing through me. All of this was so unexpected. This man who had walked through my life on the periphery was suddenly centered in it.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” I whispered.

He shifted incrementally closer. I felt the muscled press of his body against mine and felt his arousal, hot and hard, pressing just above where I needed him.

I experienced a surge of power. His desire for me elicited a feeling I’d never imagined. I felt bracingly alive, shimmering with a heady intoxication.

He dipped his head, nipping lightly on my earlobe and sending a jolt of electricity through me. Goose bumps rose on my skin, and my breath came in short pants. I felt the hot shock of his lips on my neck with his open kisses.

“Adam,” I rasped.

He lifted his head, and I let out a little whimper of disappointment.

“What is it?” he whispered.

“I want you.” My belly shimmied at my raw honesty.

“I’m yours.”

Before I lost my mind completely, I managed to say, “We have to go to my bedroom.”

“Lead the way.”

My knees felt liquid as I gripped his hand. I loved my small apartment for many reasons. The very top reason was having this place was a concrete representation of my escape from Rich. At this moment, I was grateful my bedroom door wasn’t far away. Blessedly, it was also on the opposite side of the hallway from my son’s bedroom.

Adam didn’t need to be told to move quietly. Breathlessly, I dashed across the living room, and he followed with silent, nimble steps. A moment later, I stumbled as we rushed into my bedroom. He steadied my hip with one hand and then turned to close the door quietly.

My breath came in ragged pants. I peered up at him. “We need to be quiet. Eric sleeps well, but?—”

“I know.”

I reached around him to lock the door. I thanked the stars again that my son was a sound sleeper, but I wasn’t going to take the risk he might wake for some reason.

When I turned back, Adam was waiting. He caught my hand in his, reeling me close. “What do you want now?”

I blinked, feeling the heat rushing through me, the roar of need and desire. I felt bold and reckless again at feeling so linked with him. I placed my palm on his chest as I leaned up, answering him with a kiss.

I pressed him back to the wall. Adam didn’t miss a beat, letting out a little growl into our kiss. I loved the feel of his strong, protective embrace and the way he held me close. I felt safe rather than overpowered.

I reached between us, sliding my palm over the thick ridge of his arousal. When we broke apart to gulp in air, I swiftly tore open the buttons on his fly, reaching in to curl my hand over his length. I needed more; I needed to feel him. Something was so intoxicating about his desire for me, his need for me.

“Tessa,” he murmured against my lips.

“Hmm?” I stepped back just enough to push his jeans and briefs down.

His cock sprang free, and I savored the warm, velvety feel of it as it pulsed under my touch. His head thumped against the wall behind him when I slid my thumb over the drop of pre-cum rolling out. I needed to taste him and lifted my hand to suck the musky, salty tang off my thumb.

His eyes narrowed and darkened. “Tessa,” he bit out between gritted teeth

“Mm-hmm?” I leaned down because I couldn’t resist. When I brought my lips to his thick crown, pressing an open kiss there, I tilted my head to the side, watching his mouth open slightly as he let out a strangled growl.

Power surged through me. Maybe it was because this was the opposite of how I had experienced any sexual encounter with my ex. I savored the way Adam looked at me. The way I knew I could be free with him, I could be safe with him. All my reserve fell away. I didn’t worry if I was going to do this wrong.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking him in and letting my tongue slide up the back of his shaft when I drew upward again. His fingers laced in my hair, giving a slight tug when I sucked deeply again.

He choked out my name in a slurred voice. I settled in to tease him, curling my palm around the base of his cock before drawing back and sucking him in again and again. I felt his body tighten, his hips rocking into my mouth once again.

“Tessa, please,” he bit out.

I released him with a pop, leaning back to look up at him.

“I need to be inside you.”

I didn’t hesitate. When I straightened, his dark eyes stayed locked to mine. I felt liquid all over, my knees wobbly. I took an unsteady breath. Before I could take another breath, his lips were on mine, his kiss instantly commanding. Fiery seconds burned by before he lifted his head, and we sucked in air.

He guided me toward the foot of my bed and turned me, murmuring, “Bend over.”

I would’ve done literally anything he asked at this moment. A moment later, my elbows rested on my bed. I shivered all over at the feel of one of his palms curving over my bottom. He shoved my cotton pants and panties down in one swift motion. His fingers delved between my thighs. I pushed back into his touch when he stretched me with two fingers.

Everything was a new sensation, each one ratcheting the need spinning inside tighter and tighter. The brush of the denim from his jeans on my legs. The feel of his arousal, thick and hot and a little damp from my mouth on the sensitive skin on my thighs. His fingers pumping in and out. The cool air when he stepped back.

I let out a whimper, bereft at losing his touch even for a few seconds. His palm pressed between my shoulder blades, flattening me on the mattress. With his other hand, he pushed my thighs farther apart just before I felt his mouth on my sex from behind. It was filthy, decadent, and wildly pleasurable as he teased me with his fingers and his tongue.

Within seconds, I was begging. “Adam, Adam, please…”

His reply was low and quiet. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

His palm slid around to tease over my clit as he leaned back and pumped his fingers once more. The pleasure crashed hard and fast through me, leaving me trembling all over.

I felt him straighten and gasped at the thick press of his crown at my entrance. The aftershocks of my orgasm were still rolling through me.

“Hurry, please, I need you,” I rasped.

“You’ve got me.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out when he filled me. The stretch of him inside was intoxicating. He seated himself deeply in one thrust.

“Come for me again, sweetheart,” he whispered as he bent over me, nipping my neck lightly from behind.

I arched into his touch, pleasure racing in a fiery shiver down my spine. I felt the slow pull and slide as he drew back and sank in again. I felt encompassed by him as he curled over me. He reached around me with his fingers teasing over my slippery wet, swollen clit.

On the heels of a shuddering breath and one more deep thrust inside me, I came, the orgasm shaking me to my bones, the pleasure running so deep my knees gave out.

I felt his lips hot against my neck. He filled me once more and began to shudder with me.

The force of my climax stunned me. He was still curled around me, his arm banded around my waist as we tumbled over the edge together.

Several moments later, Adam eased back slowly. “Be right back,” he whispered.

I managed to straighten and collapsed on the bed, watching through low-lidded eyes as he returned from the bathroom.

He still had his jeans on when he stretched out on the bed beside me. He smoothed my hair away from my face, dusting kisses along my collarbone before lifting his head again. “Should I go now?”

My heart thumped hard, and I shook my head before I could think about it.

“Could you stay for a little while?”