Page 48 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

He gulps and I freeze, my mantra of the past hour now out in the world, drowning the room in a solemn silence. Havingit out there makes it feel real, like a bubble floating through the air, the slightest movement or wrong breath able to burst it.

Relief washes over his face after a few moments and he snakes his hands around my waist, linking his hands on the small of my back, our faces only inches apart. I feel his breath feathering over my skin as he leans forward to my ear.

"Nobody will know," he says like an oath, and I release a shaky breath before he draws back, only to search my eyes, his face softening when he finds whatever he is looking for.

I close my eyes and release a shaky breath as he inches closer and his lips meet mine, and this kiss, the shudder that runs through his body and the way his arms tighten their hold on me are all it takes to throw all of my remaining doubts out of the window.

The kiss takes my fucking breath away.

The low hum he elicits from his throat catapults me right back into the dreamlike state I've been in the whole day where all that exists is him.

I retract my hands from his hair, only to cling onto his shoulders as his begin scrunch up the fabric of my dress, our sighs mingling. It’s all-consuming, the way he touches me, the way he softly groans into my mouth when he’s hitched my dress far enough up to lay his hands on my panty-covered ass.

Both of us are out of breath when our lips finally part, and we look at each other with infernos burning in our eyes.

"Want you," he growls and lets go of my dress. “Can’t decide if I want to fuck you in this dress or want to see you naked first.”

“I vote naked,” I whisper against his throat, before I draw a path over his warm skin with my tongue.

“Fuck,” he moans and expertly opens my dress. I lower my arms to let it slide off my body into a puddle on the ground and step out of it, shooting him a wink.

"I’ve wanted you since the airport," he chuckles, his hand immediately snaking around my waist again as I raise my eyebrow at him.

"The airport?"

I can't believe he would want me in jogging pants, with runny makeup and my hair in a lazy bun. At the least, I would have scared him off when I was grumpy due to lack of sleep, with bags under my eyes bigger than the one the airline couldn’t find, that would make other men run away.

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy,” he says with a smile that makes the most adorable dimples pop up on his cheeks and I shake my head at him.

He’s talking too much.

“Less talking, more undressing,” I whisper, and he reaches behind me to pop the clasp of my bra open with two of his fingers.

Very unsanctimoniously, I let it join my dress on the ground and shimmy out of panties, all the while feeling his hungry gaze burningholes into my skin.

"Wow," he whispers with wide eyes, and the way he looks at me, I might just be a present on Christmas morning. “Fuck, Lily. You’re beautiful.”

"Why, thank you." I shoot him a wink and sultry smile as I step closer to him, my hands reaching for the towel around his hips.

I wasn't always this confident with my body.

My hips are wider than those of the slender businesswomen I see at all these conferences or the model-thin actresses and artists I work with all the time. One day, I turned determined to not let my body define me – men who like it will like it. Those who don’t are missing out.

And that mindset changed everything.

I might not be thin like a Victoria’s Secret model, but my boobs and my ass are bigger and I haven’t had a man complain about the little rolls on my hips and belly.

And neither does Adam, judging by the way his hands roam hungrily along my sides, his hand palming my breasts, harshly rubbing my nipple against his palm and making me moan at the sensation.

With a flick of my wrist, I've opened the towel, and it falls to the ground.

"You’re not too shabby either," I comment and grin at him cheekily. Even in the dim light, I can see his eyes darken.

"Not too shabby?" The corner of his mouth twitches as he comes closer, the predator-like grin on his face making me take a step back until he crowds me against the wall.

"Well, for your age..." I can't help but tease him with a giggle. He’s not quite a decade older than me, but close enough that it’s a tease-able age difference.

"For my...?" His eyes grow wide before he lowers his head with a chuckle. Then suddenly, I’m hanging over his shoulder and he’s carrying me through his room like a sack of potatoes.

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