Page 128 of Again, In Autumn

This time he’s the one who laughs. “Oh, I know what you need. You don’t want me to make love to you.” He narrows his eyes. “You want me to fuck your brains out.”

“Adam!” I squeal, trying to cover my face, but suddenly I’m in his arms, I’m in the air, I’m on the bed. I bounce slightly, reorienting myself on the comforter as he stalks toward me.

God, he’s so gorgeous. He’s so handsome and strong, but slim, those broad shoulders blocking everything else in the room. No wonder he’s the subject of thirsty women on the internet. This is Adam fucking Kent.

And I’m the reason he’s hard as a rock right now.

“You know…” He sees me staring at his glorious penis and gives it a long stroke. “We have plenty of time for me to give you both. I can fuck you, then make love to you.”

“Hours?”

He exhales long and slow, appreciating my body as much as I’m appreciating him, before climbing onto the bed with me. “Hours, baby.”

Adam flops his body onto mine, nestling his mouth into the crook of my neck. His hands sneak in between my back and the bed, wrapping me flush against him. I curl my arms around his head and dance my fingers into his hair.

“Adam?”

He breathes into my skin, and I’m squeezed tighter. He says, “I just needed to feel you.” Pressing a kiss to my mouth, he lifts up and moves backward. “Now back to having it your way.”

When he quirks his mouth, I know he’s going to do something that will elicit a specific reaction from me.

I give it to him.

“Oh my God,” I gasp when his arms hook under my knees and drag me toward him. He disappears between my legs, and his tongue nudges inside me.

“Fuck,” I whimper, drawing out the word, biting my hand.

Adam laughs and it vibrates in all the right places. “I got a fuck out of you?” he awes, palms on my inner thighs, holding down my squirming body.

He tips my hips up to him.

Everything’s so absorbing. The feel of hands, his lips, his mouth. The melting in my stomach, hot and dizzying, the way I can’t quite suck in enough air.

His breath is hot on my skin when he says quietly, as if to himself, “I’ve thought about this so much.”

“This?” I touch the top of his head, sliding my fingernails along his scalp.

That grants me a moan of appreciation. Ironic, since he’s doing all of the work.

“Being with you,” he clarifies, dragging his tongue along my core. “Seeing you. Knowing who you are now. It’s been a long fourteen years, Vee.”

It has been. Years of me being assaulted by his existence on my phone and the television while my thoughts remained on my inadequacies and the choices I made.

I pry, “And? What do you think?”

His thumbs rub gentle circles on my hip creases as he sucks a kiss into my skin. “About your pussy?”

“Don’t say that word.”

Adam smirks, his tongue meeting where I’m most sensitive, and then replies, “It’s better than I imagined. All of it. It’s like no time has passed. You’re exactly the girl I loved.”

“I’m not though,” I say with a hint of warning.

If he thinks the last decade and a half haven’t made me sluggish, heavier, like a boat taking on water, then he’ll be disappointed. I have baggage that I didn’t have when he knew me last.

Adam knows what I’m saying. His long arms reach forward and squeeze my waist, eyes focused intently on mine. He licks his lips. “You’re grounded and smart and capable, Vienna. You love and are loved by so many people. You’re so unbelievably wonderful and beautiful and gentle. That hasn’t changed.”

Before I can say a word to argue against his words, he dives back in between my legs.

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