Page 64 of First Comes Forever

Adam runs his hand back and forth over the fuzzy blanket. “This is growing on me.”

I laugh. “Yeah? Remind me tomorrow and I’ll send you the buy link. I get like a one-percent commission.”

He laughs before he rises to his feet and unbuttons his dress shirt, tossing it to the side. Then he pops the button on his black jeans before sliding down his pants. He folds them before tossing them aside. He watches my eyes darting between his firm pecs, down the smooth ridges of his abs, and then landing on the slight bulge in his thin gray briefs. “It’s late. We don’t have to do anything. I’m stripping down because your blanket is just a million degrees,” he explains.

Grabbing the edge of my comforter I toss it back to the edge of the bed and use my feet to push it the rest of the way off. “It’s a winter comforter. I usually sleep alone and I run cold. You can be my blanket tonight, though.” I pat the empty space next to me, just like I did the first time Adam and I slept next to each other. Except this time there’s no baby between us. There’s nothing between us. And suddenly, I’m not so tired. I take off my top, shivering as the cool air finds my exposed nipples.

He smiles, his dimples deepening as his eyes bounce between my eyes to my chest. “Your inside matches your outside. Do you know that? Beautiful. Breathtaking.”

I must be blushing. I think it’s why he says these things. Just to know he has me, and based on the flood of warmth and satisfaction running through my veins, I know he does. I think I like every version of this man. Sassy, smart, sexy, and completely into me.

“Great line, Adam,” I finally say.

He exhales with a barely-there laugh. “I don’t have lines for you, Amani. I’m just trying to be—”

“Yourself?” I finish for him and scrunch my face, attempting to be adorable. But he adamantly shakes his head.

“No, summer girl. I’m trying to be better than myself for you.”

I uncross my legs and scramble to my feet, rushing to press my body against his, my lips on his lips. “Why?” I ask between soft kisses.

“I’d tell you if I knew,” he murmurs against my lips. “Maybe timing. Or maybe because you’re you. It doesn’t matter. Just know you have me in a way no one has before.” He slides his tongue over mine, and I feel the vibration from his soft moan. He pulls away from my lips to kiss the tip of my nose. “You have a lot of power over me right now. Don’t abuse it.”

I chuckle. “Don’t make me laugh. You’re ruining the moment.”

“What moment?”

Heat rises in my cheeks, but swept up in the moment, I say the cheesy words on my mind. “I feel like I’m in the middle of a love song. Let me pretend it’s real for a minute.”

“Who’s pretending?” Adam hooks his fingers in the waistband of my pajama shorts and underwear and pulls them down to my knees. Gravity does the rest, and once my clothes are on the floor, Adam’s on his knees, peeling my thighs apart.

I gasp when his wet tongue slicks over my clit. “Are you going to do this every single time?” I ask breathily.

“Do you still like it?”

“Yes.” I groan as he continues to flick his tongue, then gently tugs on my piercing with his teeth.

“Then every single fucking time,” he mumbles. “Lie down, I’ll be right back.” He moves to the door, no doubt to fetch a condom, but I catch him by his forearm.

“Adam, even with medical intervention it’d be extremely difficult for you to get me pregnant.” He cocks his head to the side, pity filling his expression.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you feel like—”

“You just flew across the country in the middle of the night to give me a hug. I have a feeling I’m the only girl you’re sleeping with. I trust you if you trust me.”

Pivoting, he pushes me backward into the mattress before pulling down his briefs, his cock springing free. Hooking his forearms underneath my thighs, he scoots me backward, crinkling the sheets underneath us as he makes room to kneel in front of me. He brushes his thumbs underneath my eyes. “These damn freckles,” he murmurs.

I soak up his gaze. The way he’s looking at me right now makes me wonder if I can survive our summer arrangement. I know love tends to happen when you’re not looking. But could this be the beginning of love? Or are we two people who desperately need a distraction from their heartbreak?

“I’m not sleeping with anyone else, Amani.” He positions the smooth tip of his generous length against my slit, rubbing it up and down, trying to coat himself with my arousal. “I’m not even thinking about anyone else,” he says before pushing into me.

I gasp as he fills me. “Slow,” I beg.

It’s not just his girth and length, which would be a bit much for any woman, but it’s been a long time since I’ve done this.

“Sorry, how’s this?” He hisses as he pushes and pulls, trying to keep himself composed. He plants his hand by the side of my head as he hovers over me, slowly pumping into me. I close my eyes and rest against the strained muscles of his forearm. Judging by the way his fist is balled up and how tense his arm is, I’m sure he wants to bury into me with reckless abandon.

But that’s the problem with being on the brink of premature menopause. It’s hard to get wet. It’s starting to hurt. The dry friction makes me wince, and he notices.

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