My legs tingle and my core tightens. “Hell, Adam, I think I’m going to come already.”
“Go ahead,” he growls then picks up the pace, tilting his body slightly to where his pelvis hits my clit.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. I completely lose myself to the sensation radiating through me that it’s not till my back hits the couch that I realize Adam’s pulled out and he drops to his knees.
His mouth is on my center, lapping up every drop of my orgasm. The sound the man lets out at my taste has another one threatening to start. One hand lies on the flat of my stomach while the other reaches up and wraps around my neck.
He holds me so securely in place while he continues to devour me, and that second wave hits. My hips buck but Adam doesn’t budge, he continues to eat me out like a starved man.
My entire body feels charged to the point that I need him inside of me again. The absence of him is near painful.
I grab at his shoulder, and pant out a “please” the best I can and hope he knows what I’m asking for.
With one more lick up my center, he starts to kiss up my body. There’s no easing in this time, but there’s no need. I greedily swallow this man up.
Adam’s moaned curses are a symphony to my ears, and his praises of how good I take him are definitely giving me a complex. His pace aligns with the breaking he promised, and I believe I am thoroughly ruined because there is no way anyone else could make me feel this good.
Chapter 10
Mia
There’s sleep, and then there’s sleep when you’re being cuddled by a six-foot-four man, and then there’s sleep after said man gives you the best orgasms of your life. The moment Adam carried me back to my bedroom and wrapped his warm body around me, I was out like a light.
Sometime through the night, we must have rolled our separate ways, but I’m officially feeling a tad on the clingy side. Rolling over, I search for his warmth, but come up empty.
Sitting up, I look around my room and don’t see any sign of him. A small wave of panic runs through me that he left in the middle of the night, but I slept in his button-up shirt… The man’s definitely built enough to go anywhere shirtless, but surely he wouldn’t.
I swing my feet off the bed, and the moment they touch the floor I hear music coming from downstairs.
I let out a breath. Thank goodness, it would’ve been sad to kill such a gorgeous man.
Making my way downstairs, the music gets clearer. I can tell right away that Adam found my grandfather’s record player and his James Taylor records. The same blissful feeling I get whenAdam looks at me warms my body; what are the odds he picked this album?
An easy argument could be made that we’re moving too fast, but I don’t care. Not a tiny bit.
I get halfway down the steps before Adam sees me. “Good morning, baby.” He meets me at the bottom of the stairs with a kiss. “I made myself at home.”
I chuckle. Yeah, I’m not about to complain about him being shirtless in my kitchen, making breakfast with my favorite feel-good music on.
“No, I’m glad you did. Gotta admit, I was thinking I was going to have to murder you if you snuck out.”
“Sorry, I’m an early riser. It’s a habit I haven’t been able to beat yet.”
“Like your ten-minutes-early habit?”
His hands wrap around my waist. “Yeah, just like that one.” He carries me over to one of my barstools and sets me down with a quick kiss to my temple. “I hope you like your eggs scrambled because that’s my one and only specialty.”
I snort a laugh. “That’s perfect. What else did you make?”
“Pancakes. I burned the first few, but I got there. Then I did some bacon and placed a delivery for your favorite.” Stepping to the fridge, he grabs an iced matcha then sets it down in front of me.
My smile has to be downright cheesy. ‘Thank you.”
“I also couldn’t resist the record player. Where did you get that?”
“It was my grandfather’s,” I say with a smile, but Adam stills at the idea of turning my dead grandfather’s record player on without asking. “No, Adam, I play that thing every morning.”
He lets out a breath. “I can see why.”
