Page 38 of Come in with the Rain
But Abby’s right. Adam isn’t Mickey.
“Thanks, Abby!” I don’t wait for her to respond. I hang up, toss my phone into my purse, and race for the door.
CHAPTER38
ADAM
There’s a knock on my front door while I’m watching the Ravens game. At least, I pretend I’m watching the Ravens game. What I’m really doing is glancing at my phone every few seconds, checking to see if Stella has texted me and then talking myself out of texting her first.
I don’t want to seem needy. I don’t want her to think that I’m going to force her into a relationship when her and Mickey have only been broken up for a few weeks. I want to take things as slow as she needs, even if my entire body wants to race toward the finish line like someone who started sprinting before the gun even went off.
It’s late, well after ten, which tells me that it’s most likely Ford at the door. The gym is already closed up, and he’s really the only person who would show up at my door without calling first. I pull open the door and feel a wave of delight threaten to drown me.
It’s not Ford. It’s Stella, looking up at me with her big green eyes, and I don’t bother to try to decide if I’m going too fast before I bend down and sweep her up into my arms. She laughs against my neck as I kick the door shut behind her and pull the bag off her shoulder. It hits the ground with a satisfyingthump, and I walk us to my bedroom.
“Please tell me you came here so I could fuck you,” I say into her open mouth, feeling a thrill in my bones at saying the words. I didn’t know before how much I was holding back, how much I wanted to wrap my hands in a woman’s hair and push so deep that we both howl and come so hard my head feels like it’s disconnected from my body.
I never knew that making love could be fucking and that fucking could somehow be more intimate, but when I drop Stella down onto my mattress and she grins up at me like a flower up at the sun, I know that whatever I felt before, it’s not what I’m feeling now. What I’m feeling now is a thousand times more.
“Yes,” she breathes, reaching up to pinch her nipple through her shirt, getting me so hard that I swear I’m going to push right through my jeans. “I came here to let you fuck me.”
I push up her shirt, shove her bra out of the way, and attach my mouth to her nipple. I want to devour her. She makes me feel like I’ve been starving my whole life.
I don’t realize I’m saying her name again and again against her skin, like some kind of mantra, until she laughs and says, “What?”
I pull away and look at her, staring into those smiling eyes and feeling the warmth of her all the way to the pit of my stomach. Stella is so alive. She’s been through hell and back, and every day, she wakes up and hits the ground running, making a path for herself in this world. Just the thought of it makes me want her so much it’s a physical ache in my body all day. I snake my way up her body until I’m covering all of her. I know how much she likes it, how big I am, how I tower over her, how heavy my weight is on her. And the knowledge that that makes her wet drives me wild.
“I can’t wait to make you come,” I tell her, reaching for the button on her pants. “I can’t wait for you to make those sounds you do when it starts to be too much, all that panting and whimpering and moaning.”
Her pupils have gone wide, and one of those delicious little breathless sounds slips from her mouth when I slide my hand inside her panties and give her a hard, solid stroke up her slit. She immediately starts to buck her hips, but I pull away, not ready to get her there yet. Instead, I stick my fingers in my mouth and suck the taste of her off of them.
“Why aren’t you inside me yet?” she groans, and I laugh as I tug her pants down her legs, leaving her panties on.
“Because I want to tease you,” I tell her, helping her out of her top until she’s in just her lacy underwear. “Because I want to make you squirm and twitch and beg, and then when you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to drive into you so hard that you come on the first stroke.”
Her eyes fall closed, and she reaches up for her nipples again. She always does this, pinching the ends of them until she’s so worked up that her head is pressed hard into the mattress with the pleasure of it. I pull her hands away from her breasts, and she gives a frustrated scream in the back of her throat. And then I close my teeth over the tip instead.
She gives a full scream then, loud and long and shrill, and I release her, loving how red and distended her peak is. At first, I’m a little worried that I might have hurt her, but when I don’t immediately go for the other side, she takes her breast in her hand and presses the tip of it to my lips. I capture it hard with my teeth, and she emits a guttural groan in the back of her throat.
“So fucking sexy,” I say when I’ve released her, and then I push her knees apart, settle my erection against the wetness between her legs, and grind.
She makes a choked sound and starts to gyrate against me, rubbing her pussy all up and down my dick, and I just want to shove aside her panties and thrust all the way in.
“Please, please, please,” she’s panting, and I laugh.
“Not on your life,” I say, fisting a hand into her hair and tugging her head aside so I can bite down on the soft flesh of her throat. She lets out this erotic little sound, and I can tell from the stuttering way her hips move that she’s about to get off and I haven’t even taken my jeans off yet.
“Don’t you dare come,” I tell her. “Don’t take that from me. I need to feel you squeezing me when I’m inside you. Please don’t come without me inside you.”
She beats a fist on the mattress beside her. “Then get inside me.”
I press my mouth to her ear, reveling in the way she shivers. “No.”
But I do reach down between us, open the fly of my jeans, and take out my cock. I don’t do anything, just let it rest, hard and pulsing, between us. But she’s trying to pull away, trying to see it, her eyes pointed downward, and knowing that she’s desperate to see it has it pulsing even harder for her until a drop of liquid appears at the tip.
“Give it to me,” she says, trying to reach her hand between us, but I pull it away and press it to the bed.
“Stop trying to be in control,” I say against her ear, and I start to grind again. There’s nothing between us now but the tiniest scrap of lace, and I feel like I could push right through, break it to get to her, I’m so hard. Instead I give her enough pressure to have her head tossing back and forth. I’m so focused on the way she’s getting me wet that I almost don’t realize that she’s saying something again and again.
