Need You Now (Martha's Way Series Book 2) (13 page)

His hands moved over her, melting her
away. She touched him too.
Everywhere
and with hunger.
She lost track of time, how long they
kissed. When he pulled away, her head followed so their for
eheads leaned against each other. She didn’t open her eyes
until she felt him place what felt like a key in her hands.

“I’m leaving you my car,” he announced,
his voice husky. “I want three things; to see you, kiss you, and fuck you. I
want it all tonight.
Come to me if you want me as
much. If not, don’t come and I promise I will leave you alone.”

Chapter
Twelve

“Love is the answer, but
while we wait for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.”

Anonymous

It was late, well past midnight, when
Lily pulled into Adam’s driveway. During the course of the night, she’d managed
to convince herself over and over she wouldn’t come to him. And here she was,
questioning her sanity. There should be a relationship statu
s for
I don’t
even know what’s going on.
This was a booty call, of course. Her
head knew walking away
was
the right thing to do. Leave that door
closed. Her thoughts on the other hand went southward, heat blitzed between her
legs. Adam wasn’t the only one
who craved that
physical connection.

As she stepped out of the Maserati and
made her way to the house, lust hummed through her. Part of her wanted to run,
yet she knew she hadn’t come this far to flee just yet. Last time, she told
herself during the drive.
Farewell sex.

She glanced at the house, pitch black
with the exception of one flickering light in the family room. He was watching
TV, waiting for her. He knew she’d come. What could she say, Adam was her
weakness.

The front door opened just as Lily fumbl
ed through her purse, searching for nothing specific.
Slowly, she lifted her head and took him in; beautifully sculpted
hair-roughened chest, lean muscles bulging everywhere to narrow hips in loose
black sweats sitting low on his hips. So low she could tel
l there was no barrier beneath. He left her breathless.

Words were not spoken, they weren’t
needed. The reason she was at his doorstep was clear. Adam leaned over, wrapped
his arm around her waist, pulled her inside
,
on the brink of
man-handling, and pinne
d her against the wall. He
kissed her as if there was nothing else he’d rather be doing.
As if she was his whole universe…and the
moment was eternal.
It was overwhelming.

“I’m not tamed,” he said when he finally
broke the kiss. His sweet, warm breath linge
red just
above her swollen lips. Their faces so close they were sharing air.

“Or boring,” she acknowledged, loving
the feel of his hard chest against her breasts.

Unruffled, he smiled and nipped at her
lower lip. When he finally released her, Adam stepped
aside
and kicked the door closed. She walked past him into the house, to the large
family room. The television was frozen to a shot of Adam’s last race. His face
hidden behind the headgear he wore for protection, but she’d recognize the
sleek silver race c
ar anywhere.

She was that predictable. Why else would
he be awake in the middle of the night? “You knew I’d come.”

He picked up the remote and slowly moved
the race car to another curve. “No. I was hoping you’d come. I chose to work
while I waited.”

With h
er eyes
still glue to the television screen, she asked, “Does it bother you that you
didn’t win?”

Adam had come in third
,
but
since he
’d
earned the most points so
far this year; he was still sitting pretty at the number one spot.

“I don’t need to win every
race.
I just like to understand what I can do better the next time around. Like
everything I do.”

Lily nodded. He was talking to her as well.
Their relationship.
She ran her fingers over the back of
the leather sofa. “What if I didn’t come here tonight?”

“Then I would have jacked off and called it a night,” he
answered without giving it a thought. “A man can only hold on for so long,
Liliana.” He gave her a meaningful look. “It’s been six weeks.”

Lily knew the time frame all too well. She had a little
lent
il growing inside of her because of it. Adam
turned off the television, threw the remote on the sofa, and came to stand in
front of her.
“You’re nervous.”

She shook her head.

“Do you have doubts?” he continued, his
eyes on her. “I won’t have sex with you i
f you’re not
sure you want me.”

Oh, she wanted every inch of him inside
of her. But she still had to tell him about the little pregnant situation. And
that worried her.

“You don’t think I want to have sex with
you?” She removed the scarf around her neck an
d
slowly unbuttoned the denim jacket
she’d worn
to shield her body from the
cool autumn breeze. Dark eyes stayed at her until she placed the jacket on the
sofa. “I want to taste you.” She edged in closer, kissed his neck, and he let
out a tortured groan. “
Feel your skin against mine. I
want you to take me.”

He didn’t touch her; instead, he leaned
his big frame on the arm of the leather sofa and crossed his arms over his
chest. “No more games, Liliana.” His voice carried a level of warning. “We do
this becau
se you’re sure. You want us as we’ve been.”

Temporary.
Fleeting.
He didn’t say the words,
but the message was clear. She looked into his eyes.
Dark, deep, and intense.
He wasn’t going to touch
her until she agreed to his terms. She was treading on dangerou
s ground. Everything told her to come forward and tell him
about the baby, but that’d have to wait. Which was irresponsible on her part,
she knew that. She’d tell him in the morning–after their last night together.

Right now, Adam was on her to-do list.
An
d because she desperately ached, needed that
physical connection with him at least once more, she uncrossed his arms, walked
into him, pressed her lower body into his and faced him straight on.

“Make love to me,” she breathed.

With a swift movement, he pic
ked up the remote on the sofa next to him, pressed the
power button and the room went black. But she saw every twitch of his muscles.
The moonlight trickled through the window, leaching color from all it touched,
casting a silver organza veil over the room
,
shimmering, dancing.

Adam took over then. His mouth closed
over hers, fierce, demanding, and hungry. Lily let out a whimper and wrapped
her arms around his neck. One hand smoothly moved up to sink into her hair, the
other drew her even closer. He sucked on her lower lip and sh
e parted for him,
wanting
to lose herself with the father of her baby, the love of her life, ready to
give him whatever he wanted one last time.

“And the fuck-me boots are hot. They
stay on during the first round.”

Her head dropped back as she chuckled.
“F
irst round?”

His lips left hers to nuzzle her neck.
“Don’t intend to sleep tonight. We are not stopping until you’re sore. I
promise.”

The words drove her mad. His breath was
hot on her neck, making her shiver with need. His hands roamed over her body,
tou
ching every inch of her through the material,
stopping at her hips for a slight squeeze before cupping a cheek in each hand.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he
growled and rocked her into his erection.
“My addiction, Liliana.
That’s you.”

His voice surged t
hrough every vein in her body, making her lightheaded.
Addiction.
The word
wasn’t even strong enough. How would she live without their passion?
Without Adam?
The thought caused an ache behind her heart and lent desperation to her
actions. She needed this.
Him.
One last time.

She arched her back as his fingers
grazed her thighs to the hem of her dress. His hands moved upward to her thong,
teasing through the material, then brushed the tiny swatch to one side and slid
two fingers inside of her. On the edge an
d dying to
have him inside her, Lily let out a breathless whisper as he lowered his head
to kiss her hard, driving her over the edge.

“The dress.
I’ll buy you another one.”
She heard him say roughly. Lily was still shuddering and slow to react. The
front b
uttons popped and she heard them bounce off
the hardwood floor. Her eyes flew open in shock, fascination, pleasure.

He shoved off the sweats and just as she
imagined
,
he wore nothing else underneath. The
sight of that part of him, beautifully erect, so inc
redibly
male, made her moan.

They tangled in a kissing, touching war.
Her feet moved blindly as Adam pushed her against the wall. “Hold on tight,
darling.”

He brushed what
was
left of her dress up to her waist.
Large
hands gripped her ass,
squeezing hard, and scooped her off her feet. Lily instantly wrapped her legs
around him and shivered.

“Cold?”

Oh, God, no. She shook her head. And
even if she was, she wouldn’t have admitted to it. Not when she was about to
have up
-against-the-wall-sex with Adam.

He lowered his head, ran his tongue
around her nipple and tugged it between his teeth. The sensation sent prickles
of awareness over her skin. She grabbed a fistful of his hair as her head fell
back against the wall.

“Fuck
me,
Adam,” she begged, panting for the torture to end, and wanting more of it as
well.

Adam sank his teeth in
to
her shoulder then claimed
her lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His hands tightened around her ass as he
tilted her waist a bit to allow him access,
and then
he was pushing inside of her.

“Oh, God.”
She screamed as her body
stretched to accommodate him.

“No, sugar,” he muttered against her
lips. “It’s just me.” And plunged deeper, filling her up.

She tightened her thighs around him and
took all he had
to offer. Her breasts pressed against
his chest and Lily forgot the entire world.
Just her and Adam, and the butterflies in her stomach.
Filled with hunger, she
tried to rock into him but he held her still.

“Don’t move,” he ordered roughly.

She felt him t
hrobbing
inside her, struggling to maintain control. “Don’t stop.”

“Liliana.”
His voice was hoarse,
tortured.

Not caring
if
she was acting like a caged wildcat, she tilted her hips
and drew him closer. Wanting to give as much as she was getting, and needin
g to feel every inch of him, she dug her nail
s
in
to
his shoulders and he
winced.

“Please,” she pleaded.

She heard him swear savagely. His hands
moved to the back of her thighs, and slowly withdrew. In one sure stroke, he
filled her up again. He repeated the motion, again and again.
Each time with more urgency.
His hard length pounded
into her, each thrust de
eper than the last.

“I’m going to come, Adam.”

“Good, that makes two of us.”

His gaze stayed on her, intense,
claiming, watching her reacting to him as he pushed her over the edge once
more. His mouth crushed against hers and she exploded.

“Adam,” she crie
d out his name as shock and pleasure rippled through her body.