Avoiding Intimacy (Avoiding #2.5)(51)

“Well, what did he tell you?”

“That he would meet me in Central Park since he was still in town. We took a few pictures. He offered me the job and told me some information about the shoot.

I accepted. I found out about the extent of the modeling job after I’d already agreed to go. I couldn’t back out!”

“I know,” he said, running his hands across her waist and pulling her in close.

“I know how you feel about it all. I’m just going to miss you.” He whispered that last line into her ear.

She nearly lost it. He would miss her.

He hadn’t said that before. No one had ever missed her. Not really. Not like that.

Not heartbreakingly so.

She grabbed at the back of his button- up shirt, fisting it in her hands, and she pulled it loose from his pants. She needed him right now like she had never needed anything else.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly.

She looked up at him with a devious smile. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Once his shirt was untucked, she ran her hands up the front and began unfastening each button individually.

“Why the sudden shift in mood?”

“You’re going to miss me,” she whispered, biting on her bottom lip.

“Of course I am,” he said, reaching up and running his thumb across her jawline before he captured her lips.

“No one ever misses me,” she admitted, pushing her hands underneath his shirt and sliding it over his shoulders.

He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the ground. She felt so vulnerable, but this was Adam. She could do this with him.

He seemed to respond to her declaration with vigor, pressing his lips desperately against hers. Their mouths locked together in an emotional feverish embrace, speaking volumes more than either of them had ever been able to say about their affection. He broke contact to kiss her neck, lowering the spaghetti straps of her dress so that he could kiss across her exposed collarbone. It was a helpless longing of two souls craving nothing more than the other.

Chyna’s hands went to work, unbuckling his belt and then shoving his pants to the ground. She wanted him, needed him. It was something more than desire pushing through her, but she couldn’t place it. All she knew was that this needed to happen, and it needed to happen now. Everything else could wait.

His hands found the hem of her dress, and he pulled it over her head. She smiled up at him confidently. She was so unbelievably ready for him. He stripped out of his boxers while she unclasped her bra and stepped out of her pink thong.

“You look so pretty,” he said, brushing his lips against her.

“Pretty?” she asked with a giggle.

Pretty was for girls. She was accustomed to being called gorgeous and sexy…not pretty.

“Yeah, Chyna.

You are so unbelievably pretty. The prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said, slowly walking her backward toward the bed.

His right hand came up, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear.

“Ever?” she asked. She felt giddy.

Pretty didn’t sound so bad coming out of his mouth. He was breaking all the rules, and she liked it.

His hands ran down her naked body, gripping her hips. “Ever.”

The backs of her knees hit the footboard of the bed, stopping her in her tracks.

“Just see yourself through my eyes for one day,” he pleaded, pulling her into a soft, sensual kiss.

When they broke apart, she stared up at him breathless, uncertain how to take that last statement. “How do you see me?”

she asked, seeing her relfection in his hazel eyes. She looked the same as always.

“As so much more than a pretty face,”

he whispered, brushing his nose against hers lightly. “So much more.”

She placed both of her hands on his cheeks, leaned forward, and kissed him with all the promise of what was to come.

He pressed her backward toward the mattress, and they eased into the plush down comforter together. His hands roamed her body, and sparks ignited at his touch. As their kiss heated, warmth spread through her lower half, and she had the sudden realization that she never wanted this to stop.

It was somehow…more than anything else she had ever experienced. She didn’t know what that meant or what she was feeling. Her stomach was clenching up, her heart was beating erratically, and her palms were clammy. Every sensation seemed heightened, and she felt lost in his every touch.

As he pulled back from their passionate kiss, Adam’s hand came up and stroked her dark hair. All went silent. It was just the two of them. She wanted him for everything he had said and more, so much more.

He eased into her without another word, and she was so ready for him. She was ready to feel all of him. She needed to know that he was hers—only hers. That was all that she wanted in that moment.

She was glad that someone finally wanted her exactly as she was.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. They moved together effortlessly, working up a sweat as their desire mounted. Her back arched off the bed as his movements quickened, and her impending climax awakened her body.

“Chyna,” he groaned, resting one of his elbows next to her head while thrusting into her.

She moaned louder than before as he slid into her again faster.

“I’m getting close.”