When I Was Yours(33)

“I already do feel good.”

“Well, I want to make you feel gooder.”

He lets out a laugh. “Is that actually a word?”

“Probably not.” I grin. Then, I slide my hand around the back of his neck and bring his mouth to mine. “I want to make you come.”

That has an effect on him. The next thing I know, Adam’s on his back, and I’m on top of him, my legs on either side of his hips. His hands are in my hair, my lips crashing down to his.

He kisses me deeply. And I kiss him back, needy. My hands pressed against his hard chest, I start to move them lower. I feel the tremble in his body, and it gives me the confidence I need.

When I reach the waistband of his board shorts, I move off him. Fingers hooked, I start to ease them down. He lifts his hips, allowing me purchase.

He’s naked beneath his shorts, which, of course, I expected. I just didn’t expect him to be…so big.

I haven’t ever seen a penis in real life before. I know. I sound like the virgin I am.

There’s just something fascinating about it—the size and strength of it, the thick veins running through it, how it looks so very hard yet soft and silky at the same time.

Adam kicks his shorts off the rest of the way, but I barely notice. I can’t stop staring.

And he doesn’t seem abashed by the fact.

“Can I…touch it?”

“You don’t have to ask. I’m all yours, babe. Do whatever you want.” He puts his hands behind his head, a confident smile appearing on his face.

Reaching a nervous hand out, I touch him, running a finger up the shaft.

A hiss escapes him.

Looking up, I see his eyes have darkened with lust, and they are fixed on me, that hunger on his face again.

Shifting my position, I kneel between his legs and wrap my hand around him. Then, I do what I think is right. I start to move my hand up and down.

God, I’m so nervous.

I look at him to make sure I’m doing this right.

“Just squeeze a little harder,” he tells me, his voice rough.

I tighten my grip a little and keep my hand moving.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, Evie. Jesus…” He groans, a flush rising on his cheeks.

I love that I’m doing this to him. It gives me a sense of power.

“I’m not gonna last, babe. It’s been…a…long while. Fuck.”

His hips jerk up, then, he starts to move himself up and down, pumping his cock faster in my hand, so I quicken my movements to give him what he needs.

I can feel that need between my legs again, and my body starts to tremble.

“Jesus…Evie…f*ck, I’m gonna come.”

I feel his cock jerk in my hand, and then hot spurts hit my skin as he comes. I keep moving my hand until I’m sure he’s done.

I look down at the sticky mess covering my hand and his stomach.

I made him come. My hand made Adam come.

I mentally high-five myself.

I glance up at Adam, and he’s staring down at me with awe written all over his face.

I’m feeling pretty awestruck myself.

“Come here,” he says.

Letting go of him, I lift my sticky hand up. “Do you have anything I can clean myself with?”

“Oh, sure.” He gives a little laugh. Reaching over, he grabs some tissues from the bedside table and hands them to me.

I wipe my hands clean, and then I clean up his stomach. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time.

Adam takes the used tissues from me and deposits them on the bedside table.

Feeling kind of funny, being totally naked, I reach down and get his T-shirt from the floor. It’s his favorite shirt, which makes it my favorite. It’s a black Rolling Stones T-shirt, the one with the tongue sticking out of a mouth.

I pull it over my head, covering my body. It smells like him, and so do I.

It makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.

“I like my shirt on you,” he says, holding his arms out to me.

I crawl into them, loving the feel of his arms wrapping around me.

“But I like you naked an awful lot more.”

I grin up at him. “You do realize, you’re not getting your shirt back, right?”

He pulls the covers over us and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I have no problem with that, babe, so long as I’m the one who gets to take it off your body.”

“Oh, you definitely will be.” I press a soft kiss to his mouth, loving as he hums a delicious sound of assent beneath my lips. “And if I haven’t told you this already, I like you, Adam Gunner—a whole lot.”

His eyes smile into mine, and it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.

“And I like you a whole lot, too, Evie Taylor.” His lips press to mine again. “I think you’re f*cking amazing.”

Smiling and happy in a way I’ve never felt before, I tuck my head under Adam’s chin, burrowing closer to his body, not ever imagining myself being anywhere else but here with him.





“Adam, your mother’s on her way up. Serena did ask her to wait, so she could call up to make sure you weren’t busy, but Ava ignored her and bypassed reception. Do you want me to head her off?” the voice of my assistant, Mark, fills my office.

For f*ck’s sake.