“You’ve driven me crazy these past few weeks.”
I suck in a breath. “You did the same to me.”
Our faces are so close now I can feel his breath against my mouth. I could close the distance. I want to close the distance.Subtlety has never been my style, so I trace the seam of his lips with my eyes, and just as expected, he notices.
A muscle ticks in his jaw as he grits his teeth. “Do you just want to look at the mirrors? Or do you want to see what I do to you? Every kiss. Every touch. Every thrust. You writhing, moaning, watching yourself come completely undone while I ruin you from behind or in front. Your choice.”
My knees wobble. My soul leaves my body. I let out a laugh that’s way too breathless to be casual. “Jesus, Adam.”
“Too much?”
“Nope. Not even close.”
Adam must see the shift in my eyes because his voice is a low rumble in my ear. “Say the word, and I’ll have you naked in front of it in under a minute.”
Well, shit. This is what I really came here for, isn’t it? Why am I just keeping my hands on my sides when I can have them all over this gorgeous specimen of a man?
I press my palms to his chest and trail them down, slow and curious, until I reach the hem of his shirt. I tug just enough to expose skin. “And what if I want it slow, Adam? What if I want to sit on that couch with you behind me, feel you kiss my neck while we both watch your hands sliding over my body?”
He swallows hard, and I swear he’s gripping the counter for dear life.
“Then we’ll do it slow,” he says, voice tight. “I’ll give you so slow, sweetheart. We’ll build that tension until you’re begging me to move. And you won’t be able to look away from what I do to you.”
I tilt my head up and whisper, “You’d better be careful. I bite when I’m turned on.”
He smirks. “Good. I told you I like marks.”
I step away, fingers dancing across his waistband as I pass. “Well,” I say over my shoulder, tossing him a wicked grin, “I guess we should go admire your decorating choices up close.”
Heat flickers behind his eyes. “Amelia.”
“Hmm?”
“Be ready.”
“Oh, Adam. I came ready.”
4
ADAM
“You know, Adam, I’ve had five cups of coffee just this past hour alone. I am more than ready.”
“Damn. Maybe I should have thought it through before pumping you full of caffeine.”
“Or maybe you can pump something else in me.”
I almost stumble at the totally unexpected comment. Although this is Amelia we’re talking about. This is the woman who said the most outrageous and out-of-left-field things in our emails.
She laughs out loud. “Yey, finally. I one-upped you!”
She’s warm and loose now, eyes shining, cheeks flushed, her hand sliding easily into mine. I give it a soft squeeze. She squeezes back. God, why does it feel like this isn’t our first date?
There’s a beat of silence before she walks in and takes it all in. The bed. The low lighting. And the three large, strategically placed mirrors—one against the wall across from the bed, and two angled on either side. I wanted another one on the ceiling,but I didn’t want to put her at risk for injury in case of a man-made earthquake … you know, caused by us.
Amelia turns to look at me, eyes wide, lips parted. “You weren’t kidding.”
“I told you, I aim to please.”
