“And you should know me better, too.” He grinned evilly. “I don’t one-up. I one-hundred-up.” Then he shook his head inches from my face. Droplets of water sprayed everywhere. I let out a screech and pulled back. “You are looking too dry over there, little girl. Let me help you with that.”
And he promptly pinned me, dripping wet, to the bed and started rubbing his drenched face in mine. “You’re gonna soak the bed!” I screeched.
“Collateral damage,” he replied. He reached down and pulled the belt on my robe, opening it. Then he shifted, sandwiching me between his wet body and the bed.
I squirmed and wiggled, and he only seemed to like it more. He shook his head again. My hand smacked his hard chest. “You’re such a boy.”
He grinned. “I’m all boy,” he said, pressing his erection against me.
“I won’t take this lying down,” I muttered.
“You don’t have to take it lying down.” He laughed. “There’s always up against the door or the shower wall. Or you can take it bent over the back of the couch or a dozen other different ways. Whatever way you take it…you are taking it.”
“You’ve got a smartass answer for everything, don’t you?”
“It’s one of the reasons you love me.”
“Uh huh.” I made a face at him. “I just keep you around for the mind-blowing sex.”
“Speaking of which…I’m hungry. Time for breakfast.” He punctuated his statement with a hard nip on my neck, and desire snaked through my body, insidious in its betrayal. I was going to lose this battle—happily so—but the war would rage on.
“You’re a pain,” I muttered even as I closed my eyes, relishing the sensations as his mouth moved lower, over my chest.
“So you’ve said. I’m also a lot of fun.”
I laughed. “You are.”
“And I’m irresistible.”
“Hmm.”
“Even when I’m soaking wet.”
I bit my lip. “Let’s not push it.”
He pulled back so I could see the devilish grin, the lust in his dark eyes. “Oh, hell yes I’m going to push it over and over again. And you’re gonna love it. Just like you always do.”
Thrill and anticipation clenched in my deepest center. I licked my lips, ready to drop the pretense. My legs opened and hooked around his hips, locking them tight around him.
“Show me what you got, big boy.”
But he still had surprises—as always, full to the brim with those. “How about breakfast in bed?”
And with one swift, powerful motion, he unhooked my legs and pushed them apart before settling his head and shoulders right between them. Oh, hell yes. This was happening. My thighs flexed and touched his cold, wet hair. I let out a yelp. “Jeez, your hair is cold.”
“Don’t move your legs, then.” He shifted, and suddenly his hot mouth connected with the most sensitive bundle of nerves, and my body instantly arched.
Yeah. Right. A searing, liquid lust so intense it scalded my blood commanded my complete attention. Enslaved me with every movement of his mouth.
When he wrapped his lips around my clit and started sucking, I nearly lost my mind. I did lose control. He was irresistible—even when soaking wet. And I proved that in a few short minutes when I screamed his name.
But he wouldn’t budge from that spot until he’d wrung out every last drop of pleasure from me like spilled water from a soaked rag. And I felt very much like that rag—all wrung out—once he lifted his head. But he wasn’t done.
Good God…what this man did to me. If he were around more, I’d probably be dead of exhaustion from all the sex. But damn, what a way to go.
In spite of that thought, I did want him around more. And not only for the phenomenal sex.
I lay there, boneless, buzzing with my afterglow as Adam moved to the nightstand to grab a condom and put it on. I watched, my eyes glued to his fantastic butt. I’d missed that butt. But damn, he was getting cocky, and I still needed to put him in his place.
He was back with me again, though I knew not for long. He didn’t have a lot of free time in the next few months, and I couldn’t travel with him because of my rigorous academic schedule. We seized these moments the minute they appeared, savored them, and hung on for dear life lest they slip through our fingers like water.
That didn’t mean he still couldn’t afford to be schooled every once in a while. And Adam had a tendency toward overconfidence that needed to be watched closely—and taken down when it got out of hand. Nevertheless, my next practical joke didn’t go over as well as the previous one… When he returned to the bed, he didn’t buy for a second that I had fallen asleep, despite my best attempts to feign it. And thank God he hadn’t, because oh, what fun it was.
***
The next day, when I’d much rather be spending more time with Adam, I had to go through the motions of meeting an old friend at a tea shop, of all places. My eyes drifted toward my best friend Heath where he sat across from me. The table was dainty, covered with delicate doilies. And Heath was a huge, blond Viking warrior in jeans come to sip tea with me and our mutual friend. Heath dwarfed everything around him, looking as out of place here as I felt. It hadn’t been my idea to meet here…it had been Camille’s.
Camille, our friend from high school, had recently contacted us because she’d be spending some time in OC. She wanted to see us, since we’d all parted ways after graduation, only sharing pictures and posts over social media.
“I miss Tucson.” She sighed, pushing her long, mousy brown hair over her shoulder with a perfectly manicured hand. Camille was impossibly thin and impeccably dressed in a frilly frock that would have looked right at home in Sunday school. With a silver spoon, she added honey and lemon to her cup of tea and pressed the cup to her mouth, red with lipstick. “But there are no jobs there, much as I’d have loved to stay. Still, I’m managing to keep in contact with all my sisters. I’ll be going back for homecoming in a couple months.”
My brow twitched. She’d only left the University of Arizona after graduation in June—having been a year behind us in school and then on the five-year plan. During her time at college, Camille had joined a sorority. My impression was that she’d transformed from misfit, who used to hang out in high school with the likes of Heath and me, to popular Delta Delta Gamma girl.