Need You Now (Martha's Way Series Book 2) (3 page)

His lips crushed hers.
“Where’s the fucking zipper?” he murmured.

She caught his hand
and guided him to the side of the dress where th
e
zipper was strategically hidden. With one quick motion, the dress fell off her
body to the floor, leaving her standing in the middle of the kitchen in a pair
of four-inch heels and a silk black bra with matching thong. Adam stepped back;
his eyes swept o
ver her body. The expression on his
face shifted to one she recognized as hungry. Since shyness was not a trait she
could ever claim, she allowed him to take in her nearly-naked body.

“Jesus, you wore that
for your date,” he said, his voice riled up, his d
ispleasure
obvious.

She took mental note
of Adam’s jealousy. She affected him. The realization caused one of those
secret tingles only Adam had been able to garner. “No, I wore this,” she
emphasized, “because I love wearing sexy underwear and you know that
.”

His expression
softened a bit at the reminder. “I think I need to buy you some grandma
underwear,” he joked, although Lily could tell by the way his eyes were
shadowed, he was giving the thought of her in some unappealing underwear
serious
consideration.

Lily batted her
eyelashes. “But you like my panties.”

“Yes, but only for
me.”

Possessive.
She liked it. Far too much, even if it wasn’t due to
emotions, but more like a kid not wanting to share his favorite toy kind of
way. “I’m not getting
naked for anyone else, Adam. I
was just mad.”

He nodded,
then
ran his wide hands over her bare
shoulders before lowering his lips to kiss her skin. “Next
time just talk
to me,” he suggested. His lips touched
her skin again, this time a little further down past her collarbone. “A text, a
call,” he continued, “You have the international plan on your phone now.”

The international plan
she’d upgraded to just for him. Lily ra
ised her head
to give him easier access to her neck. Like a vampire his teeth found the
little pulse throbbing under her skin, dug into it and sucked. The touch of his
lips against her skin ran through her like wildfire. “Feels good,” she said on
a moan.

“
Now we have to donate that nice dress,” he continued.
“Such a shame.”
His tongue trailed sweet, torturous
circles along her neck to the back of her ear.

Had she been
clearheaded, she would have argued about getting rid of the dress. Instead, a
mess of arou
sed confusion ran through her mind but
never find her lips. She was too high on Adam to care. She nodded in agreement.
Her eyes dazed, no longer from the antibiotics or the cold, but as a result of
Adam’s mouth on her.

She wasn’t sure when
he unsnapped her
bra. Lily only realized she was
standing topless when he lowered his head, ran his tongue over her nipple like
a hungry predator, then sucked it into his mouth.

* * * *

“Perfect,” he whispered. Her firm breast
fit perfectly in his hands, his mouth among
others
things. “Absolutely beautiful baby, I love your breasts.” Adam knew she thought
they were too small, but to him they were perfect, capped with smooth honey
areolas that surrounded the round shape.

A man of his word, he teased her right
breast with
his tongue then gently pulled the tip
between his teeth while his free hand cupped and stroked the other.
 
He couldn’t get enough of her,
jet-lagged and all. He wanted Lily. Never mind if she hadn’t come home, he’d
still be sleeping on the couch. Adam prom
ised his
body he’d give it a rest starting tomorrow during his flight back to Martha’s
Vineyard; two days of doing barely nothing would be enough
for his body to return to its normal
biological rhythms after high-speed air travel through several time zones
.
.
Right now, he needed to take
Lily
and do sweet, wonderful things to that body of hers.

He scooped her willowy body up in his
arms and placed her barely-covered bottom on the granite counter. Adam smiled
as her lust-filled sugar brown eyes focused on him
.
She had that “come on Adam, right here” look on her face.

Oh,
yes, sweetheart, right here in your kitchen because I don’t have the patience
to make it to your bedroom
. They’d go at it again later…and if they were lucky,
they’d be in bed.

Adam slipped be
tween
her legs. His fingers tingled as they skimmed over her soft, golden skin. She
let out a throaty sound at his touch. Loving the familiar sensation that shot
through him, he made himself at home. That was the problem lately. Every time
they were togeth
er, he found himself thinking this
was the only place he wanted to be. He attributed his thinking to the fact he
had never spent a year sleeping with the same woman. He was just getting
comfortable. A year, three months and two weeks, he mused, but who was
counting?

“Cold?” he asked, knowing the coolness
of the marble counter would chill her cute, tight bottom.

She
smiled at him
. “Warm me up.”

Her voice shot straight to his groin,
causing his pulse to kick up. He took a deep breath trying to keep some of his
blood in his head. Slow. He had to slow things down.
Adam
ran his palms over her thighs. She shivered, gooseflesh
rippling her soft skin.

“
Take me now,
Adam.”

“Patience,” he drawled, not wanting to
rush. While the desire to connect was fierce, he felt no need to speed up the
process. He did a quick calculation of the last time they were together. Two
weeks too long. He needed to prolong the p
leasure and
satisfy both of them in slow, torturous detail. Lowering his head, his lips
brushed against her shoulder, and caught a whiff of light, fruity floral with
notes of blackberry. “No more dating other men.” Just the thought of her out
eating, drink
ing with another man drove him mad. He
kissed the nape of her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth.

Her lips parted for him, inviting him
in. As much as he wanted to, Adam paused and waited, his mouth inches away from
hers. Had it been any other woman th
rowing shit at
him, he’d be pissed and end whatever agreement they had. But with Lily, it was
important she trust him, come to him for answers, and not look for reasons to
run.

Lust-filled eyes locked on his, the
passion she never held back from him burnin
g through
them. Still, he waited. “Liliana, you need to trust me. I gave you my word.”

“I trust you,” she breathed.

His lips descended on hers, taking full
possession. Her fingers were quick on his T-shirt. Adam drew back long enough
for them to get the
barrier over his head, dropped it
mindlessly on the floor and went back to the frantic kissing. When her fingers
fumbled over the buckle of his belt, Adam broke away for air once more.

“Your jeans are still on. They should be
off,” she huffed between hard,
heavy breaths.

“In a little bit,” he answered. He ran
his thumb over the silk thong. “I don’t like the fact you wore this tonight for
another man.” He didn’t care he was showing jealousy or even downright claiming
her as his.

In a way she was, wasn’t she?

She opened her mouth to probably remind
him once again she always wore pretty panties but he silenced her with a
blistering kiss. “Tilt up a little,” he instructed against her lips as his
fingers caught the sides of the silky material. She did as he reque
sted and slowly he dragged them down. “I love your body.”

Chapter Three

“Sex without love is a meaningless
experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go,

 
it’s
pretty damn good.”

Woody Allen

Adam could look at Lily all day and never grow
tired of it. Her eyebrows slanted sharply downward,
creating a mischievous look that always lured him to her big, luminous brown
eyes. There was something about her eyes–a flicker of fire, an almost honey
color, shimmering beneath their rich mahogany tones
.
They shined and danced like moonlit waves when riled up, but focused when she
needed to be. Right now they burned with sexual tension, screaming take me if
you dare.

Typically he wasn’t into women with short hair, but the
no-fuss, hassle-free pixie cut s
uited the naked woman
staring at him. He reached out and tucked a strand of dark brown hair behind
her ear. Her full lips parted slightly at this touch.

Everything about her from day one had been uninhibited,
candid with a no-holds-barred attitude. From th
e
moment he had asked why she still carried the engagement ring from her cheating
fiancé, she went toe to toe with him and never backed down, her passion
unbridled since the first time they slept together. At that time she had been
emotionally bruised and
he tried his best to put
aside how much he wanted her, to do the right thing. Then she reached out and
kissed him. He didn’t stand a chance.

That night on the beach, with the moonlight flickering
against the ocean, their bodies sought each other and she ha
d given him her all. A year later, he still couldn’t get
enough. The realization left him befuddled and often scratching his head,
searching for an explanation. Earlier he told her he’d walk away if she wanted.

He’d lied.

His chest had tightened over the p
ossibility
and that left him conflicted. They were purely physical, which suited him fine.
Easy and carefree with lots of uninhibited sex, that’s how Adam liked a
relationship. Their connection had been fierce, primal from the beginning, and
their desire t
o ravage each other had only heightened
over the course of the year. That explained his nervous reaction earlier.
Had to.
Only an idiot would walk away from
mind-blowing sex with a beautiful woman. Especially one he didn’t have to use a
condom with. First
time ever in his life he’d done
that. Since they had the “talk,” which both stressed wasn’t a commitment but
out of respect.

After that
less than a minute
conversation, she had gotten on the pill. He loved the
skin-on-skin connection.

Nope, one could sear
ch high and
low and would never find his picture next to the word
idiot
.

Brushing his thoughts aside, Adam smoothed the bangs away
from her eyes, leaving her features unprotected and bare. Lips parted, skin
flushed, she continued to look straight at him, d
aring
him to take possession of her.

Bordeaux fingernails ran over the Maori tattoo on his
shoulder to his upper bicep, down to the crook of his arm.
A lingering touch that left him breathless.
His muscles tensed, and a soft laugh
generated from her throat.
Physically,
she owned him.

“Be more specific,” she urged.

“About?”

“My body.
What do you love exactly?” she asked
huskily.

He loved her confidence. It matched his arrogance and
leveled them.
His gaze dropped to her lips. He loved
her mouth. The fullness of them, especially when they were wrapped around his…

“How about I show you?” He claimed her lips, his tongue
made wet trails over her soft mouth until she allowed him entry. Adam groaned,
le
tting himself get lost in her with wild, fast
abandon. She clutched his neck and met him with equal fervor. Reckless and soft
at the same time, sending fireworks through his mind and shivers down his
spine.

“You drive me crazy, Liliana,” he whispered again
st her lips. He stroked her cheek. “You are so fucking
beautiful.” He kissed her once more even hungrier this time, out of desperation
to quench the longing blazing inside of him for all the things he lusted
after.
 

“Now, take me now.” She pressed her che
st against his.

A rush of heat shot through him. Adam groaned
,
he wanted more of her. His mouth moved
to her throat, down to her collar. “Not yet.” He slid a hand between her legs
and groaned at the slick, wet heat between her thighs
.
Adam lowered his hea
d to her sun-kissed legs and grazed his lips against one of
her thighs, her waist, and her stomach. His fingers followed where his mouth
had roamed many instances before and slipped between her thighs.
“
So
wet and ready for me.”

* * * *

Done with the tea
sing, Lily
squirmed a little closer. Slowly she ran her hands over his crotch. A rough
sound escaped Adam’s throat and every nerve ending in her body tingled with
excitement. She wanted Adam. She needed him naked, couldn’t wait to wrap her
legs around his
waist and let him fill her with his
steely length. Greedy fingers trailed from his crotch and dipped inside the
waist of his jeans. He chuckled and removed her hands, an indication he
intended to take his time, to punish her for going on a date with what’s
-his-name.

“Adam,” she cried out, wanting to feel him deep inside her.

He cupped her butt and pulled her to the edge of the
counter, then dropped to his knees. His mouth kissed one inner thigh and the
other before finding her core. Her immediate reaction
was
to reach for his head and hold him hostage as her greedy body demanded. But a
deeper part of her, the woman within, wanted every single inch of him deep
inside.

“Adam, later,” she murmured, knowing they would seek each
other again during the night.

Her
words once again fell on deaf
ears. His tongue stroked and teased her. As the pleasure assaulted her, Lily
moaned from the delicious torture. Desperate to feel his heat, she lowered her
gaze to the man who was making her feel so good and begged, “Now…plea
se, inside me.”

“Say my name again.” His breath burned hot against her
flesh as he inserted one finger slowly inside her, then another.

“Adam,” she cried out, out of her mind and unable to take
the teasing any longer. “I–I,” she stammered. His mouth was ho
t and slick against her. Pushed to the edge, past all her
limits she voiced words she never said to anyone, words she hadn’t even
acknowledged. “Need you now.”

His tongue laved over her, pushing her over the tip. Weak
from the explosion, her legs trembled.
He placed
steady hands on her thighs, as if he was trying to calm her. It didn’t work.
She wanted more. After a few passing seconds, she caught her breath, through
hooded lids she looked on as he came to his feet, stripped out of his jeans and
boxer brief
s and stood before her, absolutely
gorgeous and rock-hard.

Large hands slid under her butt to elevate her body and
give him easier access. “Hold on to the edge of the counter. Wrap your legs
around me,” he commanded, voice rough with need.

Desperate to get
him inside her,
she’d do whatever he wanted to get there she followed his instruction to the T
and drew him closer. He adjusted his frame between her legs, his free hand slid
on her thigh, angling her hips properly to him.

“You’re all mine, Lily,” he grow
led
in her ear. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

Then he was inside her, thrusting deep and hard, almost
punishing. Her body pulsated with desire. She placed her hands against his
flexed chest, bracing herself for the onslaught. She wanted more of his re
tribution.
More
of Adam.
Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist and she rocked
into him, matching his rhythm.

Skin against skin, lips seeking each other, they moved
together. Oh, the ecstasy. As always, nothing could compare to their union.
Chills shot
up her spine, and she cried out his name.
Her sounds of pleasure reverberated in the kitchen as she rode out the waves of
pleasure.

“
Merda
,” he swore in Italian before his head
crashed on her shoulder.

She clung to him while their bodies spasmed in a
savage fit until the final shudders faded. For a beat
neither moved, their breathing equally ragged. He raised his head and brushed
loose hair away from her face then placed one more kiss on her lips.

“Tired?” she asked with concern, not forgetting he was
operating on little rest.

He smiled. “Jetlagged.”

A few strings pulled in her heart. He flew from Morocco
straight to her house because she hadn’t answered his calls. He didn’t utter
the L word. It wasn’t necessary. He cared and that was enough. She just h
ad to remind herself to keep her feelings in check.

She slipped off the counter, lowering to her feet. “Let’s
go to bed.”

With their fingers linked together, they walked down the
hall to her bedroom leaving the clothes scattered on the floor of her kitchen
along with all her reasons for breaking
things
 
off
with Adam
.