Picking Up the Pieces (Pieces, #2)(59)

Adam's rough hand guided my leg around him forcefully, creating more of the delicious stimulation I craved. "Arms up," he said sternly, and I did as I was told, savoring the feeling as he quickly tugged my shirt up past my neck and over my head.

"Feel how much I want you, Adam. Feel what you do to me," I said as I guided his hand down the front of my pants to tease my clit before he plunged two fingers deep inside me.

“I’m gonna get you so close. Because once I’m inside you, I don’t think I can be slow. Or gentle,” he added with a beautifully deep rasp that tickled my eardrum as he spoke. No wonder I'd had so much trouble doing this to myself. I’d lacked Adam’s intimate touch and the feel of his body on mine. How could I forget about those? The combination of it all drove me wild. His long delicate fingers stroked me, played with me, and pushed me so close to the edge that I would have lost all control with one more tap of his thumb.

But luckily, Adam’s intimate knowledge of my sexual responses hadn’t faded with time, and he pulled out slowly, just in time to leave me empty and wanting. "Oh God, Adam, I've missed this," I moaned into his mouth. "I need you."

The unbuckling of his belt was his only response, and was quickly followed by a tug to free himself. As much as I missed Adam's fingers slipping inside me, I thought I might come as he teased me through the fabric with the head of his cock. "God, that's so hot. Please," I begged.

“Please what?” he asked playfully.

My inhibitions had wavered the moment Adam had kissed me. And now, up against a wall, grinding onto the tip of his dick, the few inhibitions I had managed to hang onto left me the moment his fingers withdrew. My need for a release, my need for him, went beyond any coherent sentence I could string together. So I mumbled something that resembled “Please f*ck me,” and hoped he’d interpret my message.

At my words, Adam reached into his back pocket and withdrew a condom. Then he pulled down his pants before yanking down mine as far as he could so I could take them off the rest of the way. Adam quickly put the condom on and pushed inside me, sliding me up the wall with his hard thrusts. My legs locked around his waist pulling him deeper inside me as my shoulder blades scraped the drywall, the pain only making the pleasure more intense.

His pace was uneven and erratic, every drive like an urgent plea for me to take what he offered. And what he gave me not only filled me physically but emotionally as well. We’d been missing this—this closeness, this completeness that came with being part of each other even for such a brief moment. It seemed that with every sharp drive of his hips into mine, we became that much closer to where we were when our relationship began.

A few more strokes of his cock deep inside me and I was dangling on the edge. I clenched tightly around him, seconds away from losing control. His quickening pace and sharp breaths told me he was right there with me, ready to come at any moment but he wasn’t going to leave me behind. “I can’t wait, Lily. Let Go! Please! I don’t wanna finish without you.”

Adam’s swirling hips created friction in just the right place, and when I heard his words, I lost all control of my body. My legs shook, and I spasmed uncontrollably as Adam drove hard into me, his thickness twitching inside me as my orgasm tapered off.

I relaxed my legs and let Adam slide me gently down the wall to my feet. “Jesus, Adam. That was incredible.”

“Yeah,” he said against my lips before pulling away. “It was.”

I ran my hand across his cheek. "Your eyes are different."

He looked at me, confused. "Different? Like a different color?"

Smiling, I shook my head. "The way they're looking at me. It's different. What changed?"

Adam paused for a few seconds, seemingly contemplating what to say before speaking. “I did. I forgive you. And more than that, I trust you. I can’t keep making you pay for what happened over eight months ago. It’s not fair to you.” Adam put his arms around me, pulling me in to a firm hug. “It’s not fair to us.”

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For the first time since we’d started dating, Adam and I had a serious conversation about our relationship: one that ended with both of us feeling at ease. We’d discussed sharing our new identity as a “couple” with people, even Eva, and Adam agreed that it was for the best. Letting friends and family know that we were back together would only solidify our relationship publicly.

Although I had already let some people know I had been seeing Adam, he hadn’t told anyone. And truthfully, I could understand why: if it didn’t work out again, he didn’t want to have to explain it to everyone. I knew the feeling.

We’d made progress since the talk, making time to see each other when we could for coffee or a quick bite to eat. But I was ravenous with the need to spend more than a few hours together, though it seemed we'd soon have our chance. Eva had the Snow Ball—her first formal dance—on Friday and was having a slumber party at a friend's house afterward. Which meant Adam and I would have his house to ourselves. With Eva gone for the night, I would finally get to spend a night with Adam. He had assured me last week that he’d discuss our relationship with Eva, and he thought she would handle it well. But seeing a former student the morning after you came on her dad’s face was a whole other story. Talk about awkward.

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