smart to ensure she’d taken the time to know what her mind wanted and not just her body.
The shower shut off, and butterflies took flight in her stomach. Adam strode out of the washroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips, and she stilled. She watched as he went to a drawer and pulled out some clothes. He pulled on some boxer briefs, then a pair of baggy sweats and a T-shirt.
He called her Beauty, but it was he who was beautiful.
He was young and good looking for sure, but that wasn’t what drew her to him. It was simply him. His energy. He was graceful, strong, and confident. He looked dark and dangerous, but the only fear she felt when she looked at him was that she’d somehow disappoint him.
“You’re pretty quiet,” he said as he came over to sit on the chair next to the sofa. He rested one ankle on his other knee and tugged a sock on before switching up and doing it again. “You okay?”
“Is it strange that watching you put your socks on almost feels more intimate than what we did last night?”
He settled back in the armchair with a little laugh. “I don’t know if it’s strange or not, but I get what you’re saying.”
“You do?”
“Sure. You came here knowing I wanted to fuck you, so what we did last night didn’t really surprise you. It was…expected, for lack of a better word. This closeness here, though. It probably wasn’t.”
“I might’ve expected sex. But all that?” She pointed to the area the bed was in. “That blew my expectations out of the water.”
He laughed. “Yeah. It did, didn’t it?”
They grinned at each other, and he shifted forward in his chair, leaning toward her. “This.” He waved a hand back and forth between them. “This is intimate because we both realize that we’re onto something here.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip. He was right. She’d never even dreamt of feeling this way with a man, and she was not ready to let it end. She wanted more.
“You said earlier that the Dominant-submissive thing was just sexual.”
“For me it is.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” He didn’t move, but his energy arrowed into her. Direct, intense, and straight to her core.
She licked her lips, fighting not to cross her legs or wiggle in her seat. “Okay, I’m in. I want to go deeper with you.”
His eyes blazed with heat, and flames of lust came to life low in her belly, engulfing the butterflies. He reached out, wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her up as he stood, so their bodies were flush as he lowered his head and planted one his devastating kisses on her lips.
“I want to fuck you again, but if I don’t let you go now, I don’t think I ever will.”
She laughed. How is it that when he said things like that, her heart swelled?
In that moment, when she watched him get on his knees to help slide her shoes back onto her feet, two things became very clear to her. She’d never have to wonder where she stood with this man. And while it wasn’t all about the cock, Jazz had been right about sex making a relationship worth fighting for.
The rest of the day passed both too fast and too slow. Olivia was late getting in to the office because, even though she’d left Adam’s place before the sun was up, it hadn’t been early enough to avoid some of the rush hour traffic. She’d used the drive time to make a date with Jazz for lunch, which she’d then had to turn into an after work get-together since she ended up using her lunch hour to catch up on paperwork after her call to notify Barbara about the change in her trauma counselor hadn’t gone so well.
No matter how many things went wrong, or how messed up her schedule got though, she couldn’t stop smiling. Her body ached in all the right places, and every time she crossed her legs, she thought of how Adam had looked with his head buried between her thighs. Or how he’d looked when he’d pinned her knees to her shoulders and pounded into her. Or when
The shower shut off, and butterflies took flight in her stomach. Adam strode out of the washroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips, and she stilled. She watched as he went to a drawer and pulled out some clothes. He pulled on some boxer briefs, then a pair of baggy sweats and a T-shirt.
He called her Beauty, but it was he who was beautiful.
He was young and good looking for sure, but that wasn’t what drew her to him. It was simply him. His energy. He was graceful, strong, and confident. He looked dark and dangerous, but the only fear she felt when she looked at him was that she’d somehow disappoint him.
“You’re pretty quiet,” he said as he came over to sit on the chair next to the sofa. He rested one ankle on his other knee and tugged a sock on before switching up and doing it again. “You okay?”
“Is it strange that watching you put your socks on almost feels more intimate than what we did last night?”
He settled back in the armchair with a little laugh. “I don’t know if it’s strange or not, but I get what you’re saying.”
“You do?”
“Sure. You came here knowing I wanted to fuck you, so what we did last night didn’t really surprise you. It was…expected, for lack of a better word. This closeness here, though. It probably wasn’t.”
“I might’ve expected sex. But all that?” She pointed to the area the bed was in. “That blew my expectations out of the water.”
He laughed. “Yeah. It did, didn’t it?”
They grinned at each other, and he shifted forward in his chair, leaning toward her. “This.” He waved a hand back and forth between them. “This is intimate because we both realize that we’re onto something here.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip. He was right. She’d never even dreamt of feeling this way with a man, and she was not ready to let it end. She wanted more.
“You said earlier that the Dominant-submissive thing was just sexual.”
“For me it is.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” He didn’t move, but his energy arrowed into her. Direct, intense, and straight to her core.
She licked her lips, fighting not to cross her legs or wiggle in her seat. “Okay, I’m in. I want to go deeper with you.”
His eyes blazed with heat, and flames of lust came to life low in her belly, engulfing the butterflies. He reached out, wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her up as he stood, so their bodies were flush as he lowered his head and planted one his devastating kisses on her lips.
“I want to fuck you again, but if I don’t let you go now, I don’t think I ever will.”
She laughed. How is it that when he said things like that, her heart swelled?
In that moment, when she watched him get on his knees to help slide her shoes back onto her feet, two things became very clear to her. She’d never have to wonder where she stood with this man. And while it wasn’t all about the cock, Jazz had been right about sex making a relationship worth fighting for.
The rest of the day passed both too fast and too slow. Olivia was late getting in to the office because, even though she’d left Adam’s place before the sun was up, it hadn’t been early enough to avoid some of the rush hour traffic. She’d used the drive time to make a date with Jazz for lunch, which she’d then had to turn into an after work get-together since she ended up using her lunch hour to catch up on paperwork after her call to notify Barbara about the change in her trauma counselor hadn’t gone so well.
No matter how many things went wrong, or how messed up her schedule got though, she couldn’t stop smiling. Her body ached in all the right places, and every time she crossed her legs, she thought of how Adam had looked with his head buried between her thighs. Or how he’d looked when he’d pinned her knees to her shoulders and pounded into her. Or when
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