Secret Tastes (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 4) (8 page)

Adam's hand found its way underneath her top, and all her misgivings were pushed aside. She'd go with the flow with him. She wanted him bad enough.

"Stay with me tonight," Adam murmured against her mouth.

"Okay," she said, clinging harder against him. She felt his erection, glad she wasn't the only one aroused.

"We'll have to wait until later," Adam said, breaking their kiss.

"Why?" she asked, hearing the need in her voice.

He smiled. "Because I'm having a conference call with the team in…" he checked his watch, "two minutes."

"Oh, okay." She didn't even try to hide her disappointment. "I better go then. I'll be back with my parents this afternoon."

"Don't you dare change your mind on me," Adam warned.

She grinned. "I'm a woman. Aren't we famous for changing our minds?"

"Well, what I know is that when Samantha Lane says she'll have sex with me, then she'll have sex with me."

"I never said anything about having sex with you," she said with a mock frown. "All I said was I'll stay with you tonight. I can't wait, actually. All I could think of these last two days was your nice, inviting bed with its ultra-soft Egyptian cotton sheets."

"Ah, then that must mean you'll be naked underneath them with me," Adam said with a salacious grin.

"I guess," she said huskily, bringing her mouth back to his.

They were interrupted by a melodic sound coming from Adam's computer.

"Bad timing," he muttered.

She chuckled. "I'll let myself out."

*******

"Adam seems like a really nice guy, Sammy," Helen commented as they prepared dinner.

"He is, Mum," Sam agreed.

"Well, I'm glad we've met him. I feel very comfortable about the fact that you have him to take care of you when you move here. Not that I think you need someone to look after you. You're such an intelligent, extremely capable woman. But sometimes, we girls just want a man who makes us feel special, don't we?"

Sam smiled at her mother. "Yes, we do, Mum."

Oh, she'd love to be that special someone in Adam's life. Tonight would be a start. It wasn't the way relationships usually began for her. She'd followed the traditional route—date a few times before jumping into bed. But she'd seen relationships that had started off with casual sex evolve into a happily ever after. Kris's and Ari's relationships with Adam's best friends were prime examples of that.

*

"So have the two of you talked about the move?" Ted asked as they ate dinner. "When is it gonna happen? And have you contacted that caterer you wanted to work for, Samantha?"

"Not yet," Sam said.

Ted frowned. "Well, what's your plan after we go back home?"

"I meant it when I said I want to wait for your test results before I start planning, Dad."

Ted shook his head. "What do you think of this, Adam?"

"It's Sam's decision, Ted. If I were in her shoes, I'll probably wait, too."

"I don't want you kids holding your lives back for me. Like I said, I'm sure the results will be negative for cancer. I feel fine," Ted said with conviction.

"We hope so, Dad," Sam murmured.

"Do you have plans on visiting Sam in Melbourne, Adam?" Helen asked. "Even if Ted gets the all-clear, it'll probably take her at least a month before she has everything organised."

"Sure," Adam answered, glancing at Sam. "We're playing everything by ear at this point."

"Well, there's not long to go before we get the results. They should be in on Monday. But whatever they are, you should start packing up when we get back home, Sammy," Ted said.

"I can't believe you can't wait to get rid of me," Sam said with an incredulous laugh.

"No. I just don't see the point in dithering when you know what you want to do. What about your apartment in Melbourne? What do you plan to do with it? Rent it out?"

"I was thinking of selling it so I could buy my own place here," she answered.

"For investment?" Helen asked.

Sam caught her slip. She'd almost forgotten she was supposed to be living with Adam. "Yes, for investment," she answered.

"But why sell it just to buy another investment property? Why not keep that one?"

"You're right." She'd have to come up with a better reason for wanting to sell her Melbourne apartment. She did want her own place in Sydney, but that could wait until much later.

"By the way, Sammy, we've found a replacement for you," Ted said.

Sam frowned at her dad.

"Have you been calling the office, Ted?" Helen demanded. "You're supposed to be relaxing, not working."

"I only checked in for five minutes," Ted said defensively. "Anyway, we managed to lure someone from a competitor. She'll be starting with us in three weeks. There'll be no need for you to show her the ropes, Sam. She's very experienced and we can manage."

"Oh my God," Sam said, looking at her dad in shock. "You really can't wait to see me go."

"What I really can't wait for are grandkids," Ted muttered.

"Dad!" Sam cried, mortified. If this was just a simple charade, she wouldn't have minded her dad's comment. But now that she wanted to start a relationship with Adam, she didn't want him scared away.

"Do you like children, Adam?" Ted continued, ignoring her. "Samantha loves kids."

"Uh, yes, I like children," Adam answered.

"Do you plan to have your own?"

Sam looked up to the heavens. She couldn't understand why her father felt the need to ask all these intrusive questions.

"I'd like to have my own sometime in the future, yes," Adam replied.

"Have the two of you talked about how many you want?"

Sam stared pointedly at Ted. "Why all these questions, Dad?"

Ted's eyebrows shot up with an innocent expression. "What's wrong with asking them? You're giving up everything you have in Melbourne—career, apartment, us—to be with Adam. I'm assuming the two of you are serious with each other. Aren't you?"

"Yeah. But geez, you're getting a bit personal."

"Sorry, Sammy. Just excited for you. It's great to see you in love, that's all."

Sam blushed beet red. Was she? Already?

*******

Sam breathed a sigh of relief when her parents finally left Adam's place. She'd offered to drive them back to their hotel but they'd declined, saying she and Adam should spend the time together since they'd soon be apart for a few weeks. Hopeless romantics, they were.

"Sorry about my dad being so nosy tonight."

Adam smiled. "I was more worried about you. You looked totally uncomfortable."

"You handled yourself well."

"Told you I aced my acting class in school."

She sighed, pushing away the sting that came with his comment.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, pulling her to him. "Watch TV… listen to music… go to bed…"

Her lips curved up. "I think I know what
you
want to do."

"You know me so well already," he said with a grin. "How do you know I'm looking forward to sitting on the couch, closing my eyes and listening to some Mozart while I sip wine?"

"You're letting me have your bed all to myself?" she asked with feigned surprise. "Yippee! Well, I'm having a shower now so I can go to bed and feel your sheets against my naked skin."

She ran for his bedroom, but Adam caught her. "Now you got me jealous," he murmured in her ear. "I can't let you have the bed all to yourself."

She giggled. She'd never felt as comfortable with a man as she was with Adam. Perhaps it was because they were friends first.

"Okay, come on." Adam took her hand and led her to his bathroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked with genuine surprise.

"To the shower."

"With me?" Suddenly, she was self-conscious. She'd never showered with a man before.

"Since you're my very special guest, you deserve the VIP treatment."

"You're going in there with me?"

"Yes. Actually, I'll be showering you."

"What?" she asked in shock. Admittedly, that came with a good dose of excitement.

"Will that be okay?" he asked softly.

She gulped. "Only if I can return the favour," she said bravely.

"If you insist," he responded, his gaze suddenly heated.

"Okay," she said, hiding her nervousness with a smile. She assumed Adam must have had women who were very good in bed.
 
She could only hope she didn't disappoint him with her lack of sexual expertise.

Adam sensed Sam's jitters. He suspected it came from inexperience. It warmed his heart, knowing there hadn't been many men in her life.

He ran a knuckle on her cheek. "Ready?" he asked softly.

Shyly, Sam nodded. The guileless look she gave him, mixed with lust and trust, made his heart expand and took his breath away.

He held her head between his hands and lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her tenderly—just soft lips feeling soft lips.

Sam's arms went around him and they held each other, revelling in a tender kiss that was just as powerful as the steamy ones they'd previously shared. He sighed from the blissfulness of it all.

But even with only light kisses, his body's temperature rose higher and higher—and he got harder and harder. He tightened his arms around her, letting her feel what she was doing to him.

"Adam…" she whispered against his lips.

"Yes, baby?"

"You feel good."

He groaned and crushed her to him, deepening their kiss and letting his hands roam her body. "Let's get in the shower," he said huskily.

"And have a cold one?"

He pulled away and stared at her. Was she having second thoughts again?

Smiling and turning around, Sam gathered her beautiful long hair with her hands and lifted it off her back. "Unzip me," she said softly.

With lips breaking into a relieved smile, he complied. Slowly, he pulled down the zipper, then pushed her dress off of her shoulders. It dropped to her feet.

God, she had a sexy back. Without being asked, he unhooked her bra. It, too, landed on the floor, joining her clothes.

He curved an arm around her waist and started kissing her neck. He noticed her breathing had gotten heavy. As heavy as his.

"I thought we're having a shower," she said, the breathlessness in her voice betraying her nerves.

"But you haven't undressed me yet," he said in her ear. "And you're not completely naked." He ran his fingers along the band of her undies.

Sam turned to face him, her expression shy yet playful. His eyes were drawn to her heavy breasts. "You're beautiful, Sam."

Her cheeks pinked but she gave him a big smile. She caught the hem of his shirt and took it off him. "Well, you don't look too bad yourself," she said, running her fingers on his chest. It was times like these that he was grateful he put in all that time and effort in the gym. Sam was inspecting his torso as if she'd unwrapped a gift she really, really liked. He wondered how she would look when she explored the lower part of his body. His lungs filled to capacity at the thought.

"Jeans, Sam," he croaked, his heart galloping in anticipation.

Dutifully, Sam unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him. She pulled them down to his knees and he hastily took them off. He caught her licking her lips as her gaze strayed to the bulge in his boxer briefs. Oh, fuck. Her tongue was so damn sexy.

Biting her lip, Sam slowly pulled down his underwear. He kicked it out of the way when it fell around his ankles. She seemed to have lost her shyness as she kept her eyes glued to his hard-on. Holy hell, just all this undressing was making him so hot. He prayed he'd be able to maintain his control.

"Wow," Sam breathed as she grabbed his cock with her hand and gently stroked.

"Oh, fuck, Sam," he said through gritted teeth.

"I want to know how you like it," she said, her other hand cupping his balls while she continued to tug him.

"Baby, I like it just like that," he panted. Ahh, he wanted more of her now. "I need you fully naked, too," he said, almost pleading.

Sam let go of him to take off her panties. Oh, Lord. Maybe he'd need to adjust the water temperature to cool him down a bit. He couldn't wait to have her. But he'd promised her a shower first.

He turned on the tap, waiting a few seconds until the water was just right. He held out his hand to Sam who was putting her hair in a bun. When she was done, she joined him in the shower stall, looking eager, which excited him further.

The way he was feeling, he'd need to cut their showering time in half. Tempting as it was, he didn't want their first time to be anywhere but in his bed.

He took his shower scrunchie and squeezed some body wash on it.

"That smells nice," Sam said. "It smells like you."

"You like it?"

"Uh-huh. Except that I'll smell manly."

"I don't care what you smell like."

She giggled. "If I stunk, I'm sure you'd care."

"Well, you don't stink," he chuckled as he ran the puff on her.

"This sure is some VIP treatment," she teased breathlessly.

He smiled. When she was lathered up, he discarded the scrunchie and used his hands instead. He gently kneaded her breasts, noticing that her nipples were already hard. It took a hell of a lot of self-control not to bend down and put one of them in his mouth. They wouldn't make it to bed if he did.

To his delight, Sam put some body wash on her hand and started soaping his body. His breathing shallowed. God, he needed more.

He ran his thumbs on her nipples and Sam gasped.

"Adam…"

"Hmm?"

"I like that."

"Good," he said huskily. "What about this?" He placed his hand on her mound and found her sensitive nub.

"Ohhh!"

"Oh, you like that, too, I see," he said as he rubbed her clit.

She didn't answer. Instead, her hand went to his rock-hard member and stroked him—just the way he liked it.

Panting hard, he moved them so they were under the streaming water.

"I need to get you to bed now, baby," he rasped in her ear, running his hands all over her to rinse off the soapy suds.

Sam was just as keen. In no time they were out the shower and dried off.