Page 61 of Lost Love Found

“May I dance with my girlfriend, please?” His husky voice is loud enough for the surrounding couples to hear. And that’s the first time he’s called me his girlfriend. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Garrett removes his hand from my back and places my other hand in Adam’s.

“‘Bout time, Riv. Elaina, it was a pleasure.” He does a little bow and walks away backwards throwing me a wink, which makes me laugh.

“May I ask what’s funny?” Adam’s hands are on my lower back, not as respectfully high as his cousin’s were.

“Just Garrett. He’s really quite the character.” I place one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck, looking up at his sapphire eyes. “He was trying to make you jealous, you know?”

“Yeah, well… it worked.” This makes me giggle and I move my hand into his hair, pulling our bodies closer together. “I added this song to our list today and I wanted to dance with you.”

“Thanks for coming to dance with me.” I smile up at him and his face softens, his eyes landing on my lips. We sway to the music, eyes locked together while my fingers twist in his hair and he draws little circles on my lower back.

Adam lets out a long breath and brings our foreheads together. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” I shake my head, smiling. “You do. You’re all I thought about all day. And now all I can think about is getting you back to our room and out of that dress.”

My breath hitches as I look up at him. “OK. Let’s do that.” His lips crash onto mine and I don’t know if we’re still dancing because all I can feel is his tongue on my tongue, his growl in my mouth and his hands wrapping around my hips. Before our kiss can deepen any further, I hear clapping and hoots and hollers. We just did that in front of his whole family!

We both look out quickly before I bury my head in Adam’s chest. “What a bunch of assholes,” I hear him whisper into my hair. But I don’t care. Everyone around us seems so genuinely delighted. Adam pulls away from me. “Are you laughing?” I can’t even form words, I’m laughing so hard. In no time, I see the corners of Adam’s eyes crinkle and feel a laugh rumble deep in his chest. We stand there looking at one another, laughing while the music changes back to something poppy and upbeat. And then Adam is there, dancing with me, twirling me around and holding me as he rolls his hips into mine and it is glorious because it turns out Adam can dance.

An hour later I’m so ready to leave and have Adam make good on his promise to get me naked. I excuse myself to the ladies’ room, pushing out all thoughts of what happened a couple of hours ago in here. When I come out Adam is leaning on the wall waiting for me, hands in his pockets, looking like a goddamn snack.

“You ready to get out of here?” The question is enough to send my lady bits into a frenzy. I nod as he takes my hand and links our fingers together. “Let’s go.”

“Shouldn’t we say goodbye to everyone first?” I may be horny and in a rush to get this beautiful man naked, but I’m not going to be rude to his family!

“Nah. Ash and Ryan already slipped out and we’ll see everyone else tomorrow.” He puts our hands on my lower back, trapping my arm. “Would you rather stay?” I shake my head quickly. Probably too quickly. He lowers his mouth and kisses the tip of my nose. “Good.” And just like that, we’re walking out of the building, into the warm night air. Anticipation for what’s to come is bubbling up inside me and all around us.

When we walk into our room, Adam is cool as a cucumber. He takes his shoes off slowly, removes his tie and hangs up his jacket in the closet. I manage to take my shoes off, but suddenly I don’t know what to do, so I just watch his steady movements. He removes his cuff links and doesn’t break eye contact with me as he sets them on the nightstand and walks slowly toward me.

His hands come to my neck, moving my hair off my shoulders - a move I’ve come to adore, a touch I now deem intimately ours because I know what comes next. His lips are on my shoulder. I feel the swirl of his tongue as it moves further towards my neck, and I lean my head back to give him more access. “Have I told you today how gorgeous you are?” His breathy voice sends shivers down my spine as it mingles with his wet kisses on my skin.

“I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything before right now.” I feel his chuckle and his smile on my skin and my hands begin absentmindedly undoing his shirt buttons. I feel infinitely sexy knowing his muscles are flexing at my touch. His mouth continues its venture to my ear lobe where he bites and sucks. His shirt falls to the floor and my hands set out to explore the ridges of his abs, the hair on his chest, the feel of his collarbone and his quickening pulse. When my fingers reach his jaw, our mouths finally meet. The now familiar dance our tongues perform together pulls a long, drawn-out moan out of me. Adam’s hands move to undo the zipper at my side and my dress falls to the floor.

“Fucking hell, Lainey.” It’s barely there, but I hear his groan as his eyes and hands skim over my lacy black panties and the matching strapless bra. “Do you wear these just to drive me crazy?”

I smile knowingly as I reach for his belt and he lets me undo it. “No. I wear them for myself. That you like them is a perk we both get to enjoy.” I slide his zipper down, slip my hand into the waistband of his underwear and wrap my hand around his erection. Holy fucking shit, he is huge! At the sound of his strangled moan, I clench my thighs together. The other night I was able to feel how hard he was, but not how big, and now... now I feel his size and my pulse is beating fiercely at my core thinking about how he would feel inside me.

Adam makes quick work of removing his pants and socks as I walk out of my dress.

His hands are soothing, caressing my back and arms. I bury my face in his neck, smiling in disbelief that we’re here and how right it feels. When I lift my head up, he brushes the hair off my face, taking in my smile.

One of his hands grazes my inner thigh, my knees happily spreading wider apart in the process. When his fingers skim the top of my panties I feel my knees wobble. He wraps an arm around my waist to steady me and his other hand slides further down until I feel his finger parting me open.

His breath is hot on my neck, his thumb presses down lightly on that spot that makes my blood run hotter, pulling a gasp out of me. I see Adam’s small, smug smile and my legs wobble further. I bring my hands up to his shoulders for purchase. “Fuck, Elaina. Do you only wear these sexy lacy things?” He drags a finger down to my opening and back up, circling that spot again and again.

“It’s something new I’m trying.” It should also be embarrassing how close to panting I am when I answer him.

“And you’re so smooth. Are you always this smooth?” I feel a finger push inside and arch my back and grind into it, a loud moan spilling out of me.

“That’s new, too.” And now I am panting. “Do you like it?” Seriously, who am I?

Adam’s groan and the way he grinds into my hip are all the answer I need, but I feel the heat of his words when he responds while pumping his finger into me. “I like everything about you, Lainey. Every,” pump, “single,” pump, “thing,” pump.

There’s a fire starting inside of me. A flame that’s been put out for so long, I didn’t think there were any embers left. Yet here Adam is, lighting me up in a way that feels so new. His finger is moving in a slow, steady rhythm and I can’t take it. I need… “More. I want more.”

A second finger joins the first and they pump into me faster, his palm applying the perfect amount of pressure to my clit as he moves in and out. Adam’s mouth is busy licking and biting my neck, ear lobe, and shoulder. He finally makes his way back to my mouth, but when he curls his fingers inside me, my head falls back against the wall, my eyes closing tight.

“Don’t hide from me, Elaina.” His deep voice sends a shiver up my spine. “I want your eyes on me when I make you come.” I straighten and look into his now indigo eyes and I see desire, but also a level of adoration I’ve maybe never beheld before. “I want to witness every second, Tornerose.” His fingers curl again and his palm rubs against me just so. “I want you to be here. Be with me. Always.” And it’s then I feel myself fall.

His eyes never leave mine. His steady hand holding me never wavers. And at his steadiness, I stagger, stumble, and fall right over the edge. I come apart so ultimately, I don’t know if I’m whispering or screaming, but it’s his name on my lips over and over. When I finally crash, his fingers slow to a gentle caress, his palm no longer rubbing against my now most sensitive spot.

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