Broken (22 page)

“Okay,” I said, totally breathless. “That's not gonna work, is it?”

Adam was still holding my hands pinned to the wall, although my feet were now firmly back on the tiles. He leaned in, taking full advantage of the fact that I was held captive, his lips tracing my jawline and down my neck, where he licked the water from my collarbone.

“Maybe turn the other way.” He spun me so I was facing the wall. “This would work.” He pushed up against me, his body pressing mine to the wall. “How rough is this scene you're writing?” He lightly bit my shoulder. “Should I spank you?” Adam's teeth scraped across my shoulder. “How do you want this to play out, baby?”

“It's urgent and a little rough.” I bit my lip, already anticipating Adam's next move.

Any idea I'd had of analyzing what we were doing so I could write it went out the window, as Adam lined himself up behind me and angled his knee between my legs to widen them.

With my hands still above my head, Adam pushed into me, his hot breath fanning my wet skin. “This definitely works,” he groaned. “And with my free hand I can do this.” He reached around in front to the apex of my thighs.

“Oh, God…,” I moaned, my cheek rubbing against the wall, my breasts skimming the cold tiles as I tried to look over my shoulder. Adam was right—this was most definitely working. He circled his hips, before driving deeper inside, his fingers continuing to stimulate me.

The hot water pounded down onto us as Adam thrust hard and deep inside me, grunting out his breath with every forward motion. With eyes closed, I let the water run over my head and down my face, my own breath coming out in short sharp bursts in time with Adam's.

“Let go of my hands. I wanna touch you.”

“No,” Adam growled into my ear. “I like you at my mercy. You're mine. All mine.”

I was his, every part of me totally in his hands as he pumped and coaxed and teased me to the brink. As my legs tensed and then turned to jelly, Adam let go of my wrists to grip my hips and support my weight. Before long, his movements became jerky and he finally slumped behind me, resting his head on my shoulder.

“So, I think that would work,” he puffed.

I chuckled. “Yep, that works.”

With my camera tucked deep into my coat pocket, Adam and I laced up our ice skates. It had been years since I'd skated, not since I'd lived with Mimi and she'd taken me on an outing to a frozen lake in the midst of winter.

My legs were shaky as Adam led me out onto the ice, then held my waist for support. As my strides became more confident and my trust that Adam wouldn't let me fall increased, I began to relax and enjoy the sensation of gliding on the frozen surface. I wanted to take photos of this adventure, but mostly of Adam, so I broke away from his safe arms and skated to the center of the rink.

“Keep skatin' ‘round,” I called to him, as he turned to face me. I dug the camera from my pocket and he nodded, before gliding off backward. As Adam pulled funny faces and posed for the camera, I snapped away, giggling at how silly he was being.

After he'd completed a circuit of the rink, he called out, “Come on, Torvill, time for a triple axel.”

I threw my head back, laughing out loud. “Okay, Dean, catch me.” I skated as quickly as I could straight at him and he braced himself, knees bent, arms outstretched. The second I reached him, I knew I was traveling too fast to swerve and stop as I'd planned. Barreling straight into Adam, I knocked him to the ice and landed heavily on top of him. We slid fifteen feet in a ball of tangled limbs until we eventually slowed, our clothes soaking wet, laughing so hard I thought I would pee myself.

“We should have practiced that lift in the water, like in
Dirty Dancing
.” Adam chuckled, his breath visible in the frosty air.

“Oh my God, I love that movie. We need to watch it tonight.” I rolled off him so we were side by side on our backs.

“I'll watch it with you if you dirty dance with me.” His eyes lit up. “I want to dance with you, Buttercup. I want to hold you and get lost in the music.”

“Deal.” I managed to stand, then held out my hand to help Adam up.

He pulled me back down to sit astride his lap and drew me in for a passionate kiss. I was just getting lost in his embrace, slowly grinding my hips against him when a figure blocked the light. Looking up, I noticed a young girl standing beside us with a huge grin on her freckled face.

“Hi. Didn't mean to interrupt,” she blurted, totally meaning to interrupt. “I saw you taking photos before and was wondering if you'd like a photo of the two of you together.”

Adam took my hand as he stood, assisting me to my feet. “That would be great, wouldn't it, Buttercup?”

The girl giggled as I fished the camera from my pocket. “Buttercup. That's adorable. I'm Melanie, by the way. I've seen you at the store a few times buying supplies.”

My nickname was adorable, and I loved the way it rolled off Adam's tongue, but then I loved the sound of every word he said. The combination of accent and sentiment behind it, made me feel special and treasured and loved.

We stood side by side, cuddling together while Melanie snapped a couple of shots. Then Adam leaned in, nuzzling my hair before kissing my temple softly. My eyes closed and I exhaled deeply as Adam's tenderness warmed me.

“There you go.” Melanie was back again, handing me the camera before skating off to meet back up with her friends.

We flicked through the pictures quickly to see if they were any good. There were three posed photos that were slightly off center but not too bad, and I was happy to finally have photos of the two of us together that weren't selfies. Scrolling to the last image, Adam and I both sighed in unison. It was a beautiful close-up of Adam kissing my hair, our eyes closed as a ray of sunlight shone from the left. It was one of those perfectly candid shots that said so much in its simplicity.

“That's brilliant,” he said, resting his head against mine.

I had to agree, and I knew it would be printed and framed as a precious keepsake to sit on my nightstand once I returned home.

The fire was lit, the lights dimmed, and Max was snoring contentedly in the corner on his rug as we settled in with a huge bowl of popcorn between us to watch
Dirty Dancing
. I had thought Adam was joking around when he'd said he loved the movie, but as I watched his face light up as the film began, I realized he really was a musical lover at heart.

I also learned that he wasn't kidding about the dancing.

As the music started to play, Adam rose to his feet and, with the most heart-melting smile, held out his hand. “Dance with me, Evie. Please.”

How could I refuse?

Feeling foolish at first, I held back on the gyrations until his strong arms pulled me closer so we were locked together. As his hands ran down my back to my hips, I felt his mood shift from fun and playful to seductive.

Taking every opportunity to caress his body, my hands slowly glided up his arms to his chest, feeling every ripple of muscle, until my fingers laced at the nape of his neck. As my gaze lifted to Adam's face, I found him watching me, a slight smile tipping the corner of his mouth, his eyes dark. Being held tightly against his body, I couldn't help but move as he moved, sway when he swayed, and before I realized it, we were grinding to the music as if we were extras in the movie.

Smiling shyly at our closeness, I turned to see what Patrick Swayze was up to, and felt Adam's hand slip under my top, his fingertips brushing my side as they made their way to my breast. He'd touched my body many times before, but the sensation sent a wave of anticipation through me as I waited for his next move. His hand lightly skimmed over the fine lace of my bra, and I sucked in a short breath, my nipple pebbling as if seeking out his touch. His head lowered to my shoulder, his teeth gently tugging on my earlobe.

My heart rate picked up the pace, and my body ground against Adam's. It was getting so hot in the room as the walls closed in around us, his shortened breaths heating my neck and making me shiver. Opening my eyes slowly, I could see I was only an inch away from his neck. I flicked out my tongue, leisurely licking up his stubbled jaw before biting his chin gently. A guttural groan escaped him, so I bit his jaw a little harder. He groaned a little louder.

“Somebody likes it rough,” I teased. “What else do you like that I haven't discovered yet?”

The balance of control had shifted, the power now sitting comfortably on my shoulders. Taking the hem of his sweater, I lifted it over his head before discarding it to the floor. He was enjoying this as much as I was, the heat in his gaze giving me the confidence to continue. As the movie played in the background, I leisurely ran my hand over his chest, his heart galloping beneath my fingertips. Slowly, I moved around him, dragging my hand down his arm and across his back. He had a sexy back, broad and muscular, and I traced the muscles down his side to the belt loops of his jeans.

“Take your pants off,” I instructed, and to my surprise he obeyed without hesitation.

“Anything else you want off?” he breathed.

Kissing across his back, I let my hands run down to his boxers, hooking my fingers in the band and edging them down around his hips.

His head dropped back. “Jesus, Evie.” He sighed, his breath shallow, as I took pleasure in feeling the curve of his perfect ass in my hands.

I continued the circuit of his body with my hands and mouth, finally returning to his chest and his waiting lips. He was so wound up already and admittedly so was I, but I was playing it cool, pretending I was in control when instead my insides were a mass of butterflies fluttering frantically.

“What do you want, Evie? Just name it and it's yours. I'm totally in your hands.”

From the longing that was evident in his eyes, I had no doubt that what he said was true. If I had asked for the moon at that moment, he would have found a way to snatch it from the stars and present it to me, tied in a bow.

But I didn't want the moon. I wanted Adam.

Taking his hand, I led him to the sofa, then indicated for him to sit. With the movie playing, I slowly started to dance, swinging my hips in time to the beat. It was far from rehearsed—I'd never given a lap dance before—but pushing the self-conscious voice in my head aside, I focused on Adam and how he seemed to be eating up every move I made. With the rise and fall of his chest increasing, his eyes traveled over every inch of my body as I peeled off my sweater, then stepped out of my jeans.

“Ah, the black lace,” he muttered under his breath, when he saw I was wearing the same lingerie I'd worn for our first massage and kiss.

With my back now turned, I watched the movie for a moment for inspiration as Baby and Johnny danced up a storm. I felt totally empowered, even sexy, my fingers running through my hair, my ass wiggling for all it was worth.

Turning back to Adam, I decided he'd kept his boxers on for long enough. Slowly sinking to my knees between his thighs, I ran my hands down his chest before taking hold of the waistband and sliding them down.

“Can I touch you?” he panted, his hands reaching out but stopping just short of my breasts.

With a flick of the snaps, my bra was off and flung over my shoulder, his hands taking the place of the black lace.

“You have the most perfect tits I've ever seen.” His hands kneaded my flesh, pinching my pert nipples.

“You have the most perfect cock I've ever seen.” Pushing him to sit back into the sofa, I leaned forward and took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage without gagging.

“Oh, fuck…” His head dropped back as one hand came to rest in my hair.

It was a total power trip, the dancing and stripping, and now this. As I teased Adam with my tongue, I could taste his arousal growing by the second, so I backed off. He groaned at the absence of my mouth wrapped around him, but was soon occupied as I licked and kissed my way between the ridges of his body until my tongue swiped along his collarbone.

“You're killing me, baby,” he husked, as I sucked his earlobe between my lips.

I
was killing me. The urge to climb on was almost too much to bear. “You're makin' me so wet,” I murmured in his ear.

A hot puff of air hit my neck as Adam exhaled sharply, his breath coming out in short bursts. “I hope you're not overly fond of these,” he growled as he took hold of the side of my underwear and ripped.

Rough hands grabbed my hips, the fingers digging in, but I didn't mind. In fact, I loved that he was this wound up, just barely holding it together. As I positioned myself and slid onto him, he watched me intently from beneath hooded lids. It was torturous to go slow, but I wanted to draw it out as long as possible until he was begging me, the way I had begged him in the past. He groaned at the sensation, trying to bounce me harder and faster, but I pushed down and held firm.

“Nice and slow, babe,” I breathed, as my lips came down onto his. Our tongues languidly danced as I rocked back and forth, his fingers gripping my ass with every forward motion.

There was one position I knew we had yet to try—the one that Angie and I had watched on the porn clips and she'd said I would enjoy. As our kiss deepened, my hands running through Adam's hair to hold it back from his face, I decided that tonight was the night.

“I wanna try somethin',” I whispered against his lips.

“Anything.” His lips were back on mine, his hands pulling me harder against him.

I raised my head from his. “I wanna try…from behind.”

We had done it from behind while lying down, but what I wanted was something different, less intimate.

Climbing off, I grabbed some cushions and threw them on the floor by the fire. Adam watched, the corner of his mouth tipped up in a half-smile, but he remained seated. I crooked my finger at him, calling him over, before kneeling on the cushions on all fours.