My gaze flicked to his obvious arousal, and I bit back a groan as I guided his hands down my chest, remembering how much he loved playing with me here.
How muchIloved it.
His gaze narrowed on the straps again, and he snakedhis hand down my chest to the bottom of my top, tugging at it experimentally.
With a truly excited smile, he yanked the entire thing up, exposing me to him. Before I even felt the air brush my nipples, he covered them, one with his hot mouth and the other with his broad palm, sucking and squeezing.
My head fell back on a moan as I cradled the back of his head, pushing him into me. His teeth grazed my nipple as he pinched the other, and I tucked my chin down, trying to watch, my chest heaving with pants.
But then I remembered the mirror.
Tilting my head to the side, my mouth fell open in a silent cry at our profiles. I could seeeverythingunder the vanity lights.
Adair’s big hand on my skin, his fingertips digging into me. His skewed glasses as he cupped me and licked across my nipples, one and then the other.
“Adair.”
His answering groan was hot against my skin, and my pussy clenched at the sensation, my toes curling inside my shoes.
I saw him look up at me and tore my eyes from the mirror as he smoothed his hand down my stomach. He stopped at the band of my shorts, and after an enthusiastic nod from me, he surprised me by gripping my hips and spinning me around.
He banded his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder, and I met his eyes in the mirror as he pushed his hand into the front of my shorts.
Without stumbling even once, his firm fingers found my clit, pressing hard. My mouth parted with silent pants as I braced my head back against his shoulder, wrapping my arm behind his neck and opening myself to him as much as I could.
I felt him smile against my shoulder and kiss me there before his other hand cupped my breast, completely engulfing it. He muttered a curse into my skin as his gaze locked on us in the mirror and he pushed two fingers inside me, dragging my wetness back to my clit. He got right to business then, rubbing tight, fast circles there while his other hand kneaded and pinched my flesh. I bucked and gyrated under his touch, and when I reached back toward his hardness, he nipped my neck.
“Can’t,” he rasped. “Can’t. Time. No time.”
I laughed at his jumbled words, but I got his meaning, so I just kept gripping the back of his neck and leaned into the feel of him.
His solid presence, his scent, how he made me feel just by existing, let alone with his hands on me.
It was those thoughts that had me coming.
As I gripped the ends of his hair, my body arched and was suspended in time. Unending, unyielding pleasure washed over me from my head to my toes, like a wave finally reaching shore.
Once I came back into my body, I gasped as if I’d actually been underwater, sucking in a lungful of his pine scent.
Adair nuzzled into my neck, one hand cupping me possessively within my shorts while the other turned my face toward him. He kissed me soundly, almost lazily, as if I’d given him as much pleasure as he’d given me.
After several more soul-affirming kisses, we broke apart, and awareness of the time constraints trickled back in.
My skin was so sensitive that I shivered at the feel of my own fingertips as I fixed my top back into place. Adair gently spun me toward him and pulled the jacket back around my shoulders, then took my hair out from under itscollar, arranging it neatly on the other side, then tucked my hair behind my ear.
Just how I liked it.
He smiled softly even as he adjusted himself behind his sweatpants. At my frown, he shook his head.
“So worth it, Indigo,” he said quietly. “So worth it.”
We stepped out of the room together and made for the elevator. Adair’s eyes were full of warmth and humor when we stepped on, and he raised his eyebrows at me.
With a soft laugh, I brushed past him and pushed the “3” button. His hand came to my lower back, staying with me when I straightened. As the elevator doors closed, I thought of Dad. If he asked me if I’d found any happiness today when we got to his apartment, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to say “yes.”
Because when he asked that question, he didn’t mean did Iexperienceit.
He meantdid I seek it.
