The Chase (15 page)

Miss Black does not allow her girls to date. And I still owe her eight thousand dollars.

“Well, that seems like the perfect moment to interrupt this nauseating love fest.” Adam and I turn to find Miss Black standing several feet away, her foot tapping on the tarmac and disdain curling her lip. Despite the storm, she doesn’t look cold at all... though I guess it’s hard to freeze the heart of an ice maiden.

“What Miss Daniels is about to tell you is that she owes me money for her time with you. In full. And since she has none, that means she has to work it off.” Miss Black seems smug, like she knows she’ll win me over if she just has a little more time.

Adam regards the madame thoughtfully, then reaches into his pocket. He hands me a massive wad of cash, just like he did the first time we met, but this time his expression is serious.

“I want to use this to pay her
off. Believe me when I say I won’t miss it.” He holds up a hand to stop my protests. “Remember what I said about give and take? This is one of those times. You let me give, so you can take your life back without all of this shit in it.”

I wrap my fingers around the cash, my stomach doing a slow roll. He’s giving this willingly. And the fact is... leaning on him in this case would make my life a whole lot easier.

“But it’s not mine.” I whisper, and ignore Miss Black’s exasperated sigh.

Adam bites his lower lip, considering, and I’m transfixed by the sight. When his face splits into a naughty grin, I know I’
ll take it, just to keep him around.

He bends and whispers into my ear, low enough that only I can hear.
“If it makes you feel better, we can hash out a list. Twenty dollars to hold hands. Fifty for every kiss. Two hundred for hand jobs.”

I’m laughing so hard it hurts when he scoops me up in his arms. Holding me close, he carries me over to Miss Black. Solemnly, I hand her the stack of bills.

She looks like she might hit me, but instead just turns on her heel and stalks away.

“Come on.” With me held tightly in his arms, Adam starts to run, carrying me to his haphazardly parked car. “I’m fucking freezing. And you have a lot of debt to start working off.
”

Chapter Eleven

“You did that on purpose.” I can’t help but snicker as the door to the room swishes shut behind us. “The poor woman isn’t going to be able to talk for a week. And all because you wouldn’t put your shirt back on.”

“Far be it from me to deprive the woman of all of this.” Adam grins smugly, gesturing to his chest. I roll my eyes, and he spanks me lightly on the butt, pulling me in for a long, slow kiss.

And then a harder one.

And then one more.

I gasp as his hands fist
in my hair, holding me close. I’m pressing against him, grinding, not sure I’ll ever get close enough.

This is it. We’re going to do this. And once we do, I don’t know if either of us will ever be the same.

“I wish I had something fancier. Roses. Champagne. Pearls.” Adam wiggles his eyebrows at the last, and I flush, thinking about just what he might do with those pearls. “But seriously. I’d say we can wait for something fancier, but I think I might die if I don’t get to taste you.”

My face flames, and I cover it by looking around the room. In a rush to be alone, we had the nice, somewhat confused police officer take us to a ne
arby airport hotel. It’s a nice one, large and clean, but I’m sure it’s nothing like the luxury Mr. Rock Star here is used to.

“What’s that? Is my call girl blushing?” Adam growls with delight. Catching my hands with his own, he walks me backward until my knees hit the back of the bed. I fall back, and he kneels in front of me, looking like nothing so much as a fallen angel.

“Kitten, I’ve never gone down on a woman before. I’m going to need lots and lots of practice to make sure I’ve got it right.” Dipping his head, he presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat, where my pulse is beating wildly. “I might just have to put my mouth all over you, over every last inch of this gorgeous skin.”

“Not if I get to you first.” I mutter. Adam’s still shirtless, and I tug at my hands, which he’s holding captive, dying to run my fingers over those solid planes.

“I’ll tie you up if I have to.” His grin promises wicked, wicked things. “Because there’s a method to my madness. See, I have to taste every bit of you... because I’m pretty sure that once I lick it, it’s mine.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God.
He did
not
just say that.

Looking at me with heavily lidded eyes and
desire on his face, he fists my T-shirt in his hands and yanks, splitting the cheap fabric down the front, sending rhinestones flying. He presses his lips to the space between my breasts and assures me that yes, he definitely, definitely did.

“You’re going to have to let me know what you like.” Adam keeps his eyes on me as he presses a kiss to my collarbone, then gently sucks my lower lip into his mouth. Undone, I crush my mouth to his
.

When he sighs into my mouth, his warm breath fanning out over my lips, I can feel my heartstrings quiver. And then I’m lost, oblivious to anything but Adam and the way he make me feel.

We kiss for a long time, his hands stroking through the heavy length of my hair. I wonder if it’s any different, kissing a woman… though I suppose he said he’s done that a time or ten. He just hasn’t done relationships with the supposedly fairer sex, and after listening to his tale, I’m not really surprised that he didn’t pursue his natural attraction to both sexes.

He was terrified. And now here he is, taking a chance with me. It’s a precious thing, held tightly in the palm of my hand, and I know I have to take extreme care.

“What are you thinking?” Adam pulls away just long enough to look into my eyes. I can see the warring colors of his, and impulsively press a kiss to each lid.

“I’m thinking of how lucky I am that you’re taking a chance on me.” A trailer park chick turned escort? Yeah, they wouldn’t have been lining up around the block. And if they had, I probably would have kicked them to the curb… or else fallen prey to my upbringing and wound up with a half dozen children, by an equal number of baby daddies.

Some people might be happy that way. But I want something different.

Adam sees something in me that I don’t even see in myself, and I’m overcome by how much that means to me.

Adam chuckles, the sound vibrating against my throat and making me shiver. “I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one here, Carly Daniels. I kidnapped you and you seem to have forgiven me.”

He presses a warm, unexpected kiss to my belly, just above the waistline of my jeans. My skin heats, and I squirm, my legs closing involuntarily but instead just wrapping around Adam.

With just his kisses, I’m hotter than I’ve ever been. I need to press my thighs together, to alleviate the pressure. I need
something
.

We’ve waited long enough.

“Or maybe I should make it up to you?” Eyes on mine, he dances clever fingers over the button of my jeans. I think he’s waiting for me to say no, but instead I shift my hips to urge him on.

“Well then.” He gives me a crooked grin as he easily opens the top fastening, then clasps the zipper tab between thumb and forefinger. I wish I had a camera to capture the image, those wicked fingers,
glittering black polish at their tips, cleverly baring me to him while the zipper rasps against the thick air.

He teases me by dipping his fingers beneath the elastic of those practically non-existent panties, and I groan.

“This isn’t making it up to me.” As though they have a mind of their own, my hands find their way to his thick, dark hair. I stroke my fingers through, savoring the sensation of the silky strands against my hands.

“What would, then?” He starts to ease the snug denim down my
hips, my thighs. He takes his time, and I notice that he’s running his hands over every curve, exploring, his expression one of fascination.

“What are
you
thinking?” Even though I can’t imagine that he would be here unless he really wanted to be—hell, he paid one hell of a lot of money to get me away from Black and her goons—I still can’t help the instinct to cover myself with my hands.

I see him note my little twitch, and he frowns. “I’m thinking that you’d better fist your hands in the bedspread, woman. If you dare try to cover up what I want to see, then you’re not going to like the consequences.”

Dark shock blasts through me, setting me on fire. “What are the consequences?” I can’t help but ask. This man is fucking fascinating.

His thumbs caress the sensitive skin of my inner ankles before he pulls my feet out of my jeans. I’m now naked, save for that scrap of underpants, and he’s kneeling between my spread thighs. I have a pretty good idea of where this is going, and I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or thrilled.

Adam tilts his head, considering, as he dances his fingers back up to my inner thighs. I moan quietly while he strokes the soft, soft skin of the crease that divides my legs from my torso.

“Well, if you can’t keep your hands off of what I want…” With a sudden movement, he palms my mound, and I can feel damp heat surge to dampen his fingers.

He grins.

“I’ll still play. I’ll still explore every inch of this skin, still
smell and taste and touch until I know what drives you wild. But I’ll stop there. You won’t get what you’re going to beg me for.”

I can feel my eyes go wide. Holy shit, but Adam Kincaid has a
fithy
mouth.

I freaking love it.

“You’re kind of bossy, you know that?” Instead of digging my fingers into the bedspread, I grab his shoulders, pulling him down to me for a kiss.

His hesitation is minute, but there. I pull back and look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I am bossy. It’s always worked for me.” His expression tells me what his lips aren’t.

But does this work for a woman? Does this work for you?

“Adam.” Taking his face in my hands, I pull him in for a lingering kiss. “I’m just feeling my way here, too. Let’s just… just not worry so much, okay? Let’s just do what feels good.”

I bite my lower lip, and he zeroes right in on that.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to take my time like I want to.”

“So don’t.” Lifting my hips, I wiggle against him. The friction of his jeans, th
e fabric of my panties, is mind-numbing.

And then a strong hand is against my belly, holding me down on the bed, while Adam’s wide shoulders hold my thighs open. When he speaks, the heat of his breath makes nerves spark to life.

“I’m not going to be rushed.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then drags his tongue along the seam that divides leg and belly. I gasp at the damp heat. “And you’re going to just lie there and take it.”

“Fuck that.” I try to prop myself up on my elbows, to reach for him, because I’m so torn—I want what he’s offering, but I don’t want to be a silent participant. Don’t want to be one of those girls just getting fucked, just an empty cavity—I want to leave my mark on him too. But
he’s strong, and the hand on my abdomen keeps me from going anywhere, doing anything but lying on the bed and, yes, fisting my hands in the quilt, just to have something to hold on to.

“Oh, you’ll get it.” I can hear the grim satisfaction in his voice as he uses one finger to explore the full crotchless aspect of my panties. He barely grazes the seam of my
lower lips and I arch off the bed, spine curving.

“But not until I’ve explored my fill.” He makes quick work of the strings on the other side of my hips, and then the panties fall away. I’m completely bared to him, and suddenly very grateful for the intrusive grooming that Miss Black insists upon for all of her girls.

“Be still.” That hand presses into me again, and a delicious sense of helplessness takes me over.

It’s not something I ever thought I’d enjoy, not being the one in control of sex. But I’m finding it’s strangely freeing to give in, to have the reins taken away… it leaves me free to shed the images that haunt me, of those girls I grew up with, pregnant before their sixteenth birthdays, saddled with baby daddies who aren’t even old enough to vote.

I open my mouth to say something, and am shushed. An inner feminist spark is outraged; the rest of me floats dreamlessly away.

“Don’t talk. Don’t move. Please. Just let me discover you.”

I can feel his eyes on me as he strokes me again. His touch is slow, giving him plenty of time to discover what makes me sigh, what makes me squirm, what makes me moan.

“There.” Forgetting his demand that I be quiet, I jolt and cry out when his finger finds the hard nub of my clit. Pleasure is so bright I see stars. “Stay there.”

“Now who’s bossy?” I can hear the smile in his voice as he slowly circles my clit. Then, to my absolute frustration, he moves on. “But you’re not the one in charge here.”

“Go back!” I’m panting; he chuckles. And then I feel his finger nudging at my swollen entrance, and my vision goes white.

“Tell me if this is too much.” Slowly but never hesitant, Adam slides his finger inside of me, and I clench around him, which makes him groan. “So tight. So wet. You’re perfect.”

“Adam… I need…” I writhe under the hand that holds me captive. I can’t keep quiet. “More. Please. More.”

He works in a second finger, and I close my eyes, it feels so good. Most of my experience in this arena has been sadly lacking, fumble fingered boys doing the minimum required to get their dicks between my legs. But Adam truly seems to be savoring this, this learning of me.

He may not have done this in a long time… and I may be a disgraced call girl… but I know that together we’ll find a way.

***

“Are you close?” When Adam asks, I don’t feel any of the pressure that I ever have before… I don’t feel like his ego will be damaged if I don’t fake my way to release, so I answer honestly.

“It feels good. But I… it can take a long time.”

“What do you need?” He slides his fingers out of me, rests them on my belly, and I can feel the dampness.
My
dampness.

“I need… more.” Suddenly he’s over me, his elbows resting on either side of my head, pinning me with his stare.

“More what, Carly?” I can’t look away.

“I—”
I know if I try to get out of answering, it will just prolong my suffering—but he’ll make me answer in the end.

“Tell me what you need.” He’s so beautiful, this man, so utterly focused on my pleasure, that I find myself spitting it out.

“More… touching. On… on my clit.”

I’
m rewarded with a long, slow swipe of his tongue.

“Like that?” His words vibrate through my flesh.

“Y—yes!” My hips arch, my legs clamping around his neck. I would close them entirely, but he’s in my way.

I lose track of time, of my surroundings, of everything but the way that Adam is making me feel as he turns his full attention to his task. His movements are slow and a bit unsure at first,
more because he’s trying to take his time and learn what I like than because he’s lacking confidence, though. And that’s with good reason, because before long he’s licking me in a way that drives me crazy, slow, lingering circles that push me higher, but not quite enough to send me flying.