Chapter Eleven

Adam could hardly believe this shit was happening. If he was a better man, he’d set her aside and explain why this would only end in tears for her. Jules wasn’t the type of woman to be able to get to a certain level of physical intimacy without her heart becoming involved. He liked her. He didn’t want to hurt her.

But he wasn’t a better man.

She’s a grown-ass woman. She knows her own mind.

It was an excuse and a weak one at that. He didn’t care. For all his words, he didn’t want to stop this any more than she did. But he still held back. He wrapped his fist in her hair, using the leverage to guide her back so she had to meet his gaze. “You’re sure about this?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.”

He didn’t quite believe her, but he allowed himself to be persuaded. “Come here, sugar.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and scooted them away from the edge of the roof until his back hit the side of the house. From here, no one on the street below could see them.

Scandal be damned, I’m not about giving them a peep show.

He coasted his hands up her sides, lifting her shirt as he did. He checked her expression when he hit the same level as her breasts, but there was nothing but eagerness there. So he pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it next to them.

She gave a little cry when he took off her bra, at once eager and needy, and that nearly undid him on the spot. He knew this wasn’t supposed to be real. Except it sure as hell felt real when he helped her wiggle out of her jeans and resume her position straddling him.

It felt all too real. He ran his hand down the center of her body, between her breasts, over her stomach, to cup her pussy. Adam groaned when he found her hot and wet. “You drive me to distraction.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” This being a distraction was supposed to be the point. He pumped first one finger and then two into her. “I enjoy the hell out of it. Wear a dress next time we go out, sugar, and I’ll do this to you while I drive us around.”

Her eyes had drifted half shut, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I think that qualifies as distracted driving.”

“Nah, I’ll take care of you.” He shifted his movements, exploring until he found the exact motion that made her body jerk taut. “Like that.”

“Oh God.” Her hips rolled, trying to take him deeper, but he’d found the sweet spot and he wasn’t about to let go of her until he was ready. “I’ve been thinking about licking that sweet little pussy of yours against that tree.”

“Adam!”

He grinned, amazed that she could sound so shocked while obviously enjoying their current circumstances. “Lesson two in dirty talking—learn to say ‘pussy’ and ‘cock.’”

“C-c—” She made a face. “Cock. See! I can say it.”

Hearing the word on her lips was like she’d reached down and squeezed that part of him. He kept finger fucking her, fighting to get the words out through clenched teeth. “Unzip me, sugar. I want to feel you stroking me when you say it again.”

Her eyes went wide, but she obeyed, carefully unzipping his jeans and sliding them down far enough to free him. Her first stroke was almost tentative, but he kept her too distracted with what he was doing between her legs to be self-conscious. “Say it again.”

“Cock.” This time there was no hesitation or stuttering.

“Mmm. And whose cock are you stroking right now?”

“Y-yours.”

He pulled her closer, the move dislodging both their hands, and guided his cock between her legs, the position too tight for him to enter her. He lined them up so he rubbed against her clit and grabbed a hold of her hips, rocking her against him.

Watching the pleasure on her face was almost reward enough. Almost. “Tell me what you want, sugar. Explicitly.”

She bit her lip. “I want you—your cock—inside me.”

He had to hold still for a second to fight back the need to give her exactly that right that second. “And how do you want it?”

“I…don’t know.”

It struck him that it might be the fucking truth. How in God’s name had a hot little thing like Jules Rodriguez made it to twenty-six without knowing what she liked? He kept moving her against him, driving them both crazy. “You have one of those buzzy toys?”

It was hard to tell in the shadows, but she looked like she might be blushing furiously. “I have several.”

At least she wasn’t shy about meeting her needs while solo. He kissed her neck. “And how do you like using them?”

“I…” Her breath hitched. “God, that feels good.”

“I’m not going to stop. Answer the question.”

She shivered. “I tease myself. Until I can barely stand it. Then I…”

He gently bit her earlobe. “Keep going.”

“Then I stroke myself as hard as I can.”

Adam groaned. He could perfectly picture her like that, naked in her bed alone, stroking herself with some toy until she came apart. “I’m going to make it good for you, sugar.”

“Then hurry.”

He dug into his pocket for the condom he’d thought he was an idiot for bringing tonight. It was a study in frustration to let her go long enough to rip open the wrapper and roll it on, but he managed.

She started to sink onto him, but he stopped her. “Last chance.”

“And for the last time, I want this. I want you.”

He knew she only meant it in this moment, but it still struck a chord deep inside him. When had he last felt wanted by a woman—him as a man, not as a conduit of pleasure? Had he ever? He let go of her, and she sank onto his cock, inch by inch, until they were sealed as closely as two people could be. “Fuck, sugar, you feel so good. Better than I could have dreamed.”

“Yes.” She lifted up and slammed back onto him, but their position made it difficult to get a good momentum going.

He rolled them, laying her down on her clothes, and thrust into her. “You want it hard?”

“Yes.” The word was barely more than a moan on her lips. “Like that.”

He fucked her with everything he had in him, slamming into her until he had to muffle her cries with his hand. She consumed him, her summer scent wrapping around him, her muffled cries in his ear, the taste of her on his tongue. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. He needed her orgasm more than he needed his next breath.

“Adam, oh my God, Adam, don’t stop.” Her nails dug into his ass, urging him on. As if he was in any danger of stopping.

“I won’t, sugar.” He kissed her again, holding her as tightly as he could, until her entire body went tight and she came, her pussy milking him and dragging him over the edge. Desire consumed him, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.

…

Jules was pretty sure she heard baby angels singing and that the heavens opened up to shine on her.

Or maybe that had just been a truly outstanding orgasm.

She lifted her head and looked at Adam, who seemed just as floored as she felt. Maybe that was wishful thinking on her part, but he kissed her before she could overthink things too much. “How are you doing?”

“Well and truly satisfied.”

His grin made things low in her stomach clench, which made his jaw go tight, which made her hot all over again. Adam stroked a hand up her side, idly cupping her breast and circling her nipple. “You have anywhere to be in the next hour?”

Hour? She shifted. The fact they were having this conversation while he was still inside her wasn’t in her realm of social niceties. “Uh, no?”

“Perfect.” He kissed her again, his tongue sliding along hers. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Sweet baby Jesus. She just stared as he got to his knees and pulled his pants back up. “You’re not?”

“Sugar, I know it might be shocking, but I’d like to have sex with you while we’re both naked and have full range of motion.” His grin made her toes curl. “Not that I’m even remotely complaining about how things just went down.”

She should have known that letting go of her previous expectations was important when it came to this man, but obviously she hadn’t managed it, because he kept surprising her. “Okay.” She licked her lips and peered down at the street below them. “Do you think someone heard us?”

“Sugar, focus.” He pulled her to her feet, and she didn’t miss the fact that he stood between her and the edge of the roof, blocking the sight of anyone who bothered to look up. She almost pointed out that someone catching a glimpse of her up here with him in an obvious state of undress would surely get tongues wagging, but the look on his face stopped her.

Stop overthinking. Just enjoy this. You got an orgasm for the record books.

And he wants an hour to do it again.

She stifled a giggle and ducked back into her room, pausing long enough to make sure she could still hear the gunshot sounds and music from Aubry’s game. Satisfied that her friend wasn’t going to come barging in to save her or something, she turned to face Adam. “You want me focused? I’m focused.”

“Perfect.” He scooped her up and dropped her on the bed, scattering her laundry and surprising a laugh out of her.

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him strip. His eyebrows rose. “When you look at me like that, I feel like a piece of meat.”

“Not just any meat—grade-A prime rib.”

If anything, his eyebrows rose higher. “You’re something else.”

“Something awesome.” It had to be the orgasm going to her head, because she felt positively punch-drunk. “Now get over here and lay one on me.”

He crawled onto the bed, his muscles flexing beneath golden skin. “Oh, sugar, I’m about to lay something on you all right.”

She barely waited for him to kiss her before she pushed on his shoulders. “Wait, wait, wait. You promised I’d get to be on top. It’s most definitely my turn now.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.” He flopped onto his back, pulling her with him so that she sprawled over his chest. Adam’s eyebrow cocked up, a grin pulling at the edges of his lips. “Well, you have me at your mercy. What are you going to do with me?”

Everything. With all his skin laid out for her enjoyment, she didn’t know where to start. She sat up so she could see more of him and trailed her hands down his chest, watching the way his muscles jumped beneath her touch. He had the body of a man who worked, his muscles clearly defined without being over-the-top. “I’m going to have some fun.” More fun than should be legal.

Adam’s gaze traveled over her breasts, making her nipples pebble and her skin tingle. “You have a very limited time before I toss you down and have my way with you.”

“I thought I was in charge here.”

He rested his hands on her sides, his thumb tracing her hipbones. “You’re enough to tempt a saint to sin, sugar. And I’m nowhere near a saint.” He stroked up her sides to cup her breasts. “Though I like the view too much to stop—you’re right on that note. The sight of you sliding up and down my cock… Yeah, I’m willing to take a backseat for that.”

Funny, but it didn’t feel like he was in the backseat while coaxing little shivers from her body by kneading her breasts. Jules arched her back, pressing herself more fully into his palms. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” But he paused. “I don’t suppose you have condoms in this place?”

Her cheeks heated, but she wasted no time scrambling for the top drawer of her nightstand. When she got there, though, she paused. For all her optimism of getting laid sometime this decade, she hadn’t even bothered to take the cellophane off the box. Jules shot Adam a look, but there was no way she could unwrap it without him hearing and/or seeing.

But the alternative was to not have sex with Adam again, so…

Jules decided right then and there that she could afford a little dose of humiliation with that carrot dangling in front of her.

She ripped into the wrapper, tearing it off like a kid with a Christmas present. “I am only 75 percent prepared. Don’t judge me. They didn’t cover this in Girl Scouts.”

His laugh rolled through the room, foreplay all on its own. “Never a dull moment.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She finally freed the box and yanked out a condom. Or, rather, she yanked out a string of a dozen condoms. Jules held it up, feeling sheepish. “How are we looking for an hour’s worth of time?”

Just like that, the amusement was gone from Adam’s face, replaced by desire. “Why don’t you get that sweet ass of yours over here and find out?”

Lord, but she was more than happy to do exactly that.