Page 49 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

“Adam!” I reach down and try to tickle his sides, but he’s already carried me to the bedroom and throws me onto his bed.

I’m still giggling when my back hits the mattress, only stopping when he pushes his way between my legs that are still hanging off the bed.

"I'll show you what I can do for my age." He raises his eyebrow at me, and a shiver runs down my spine.

"Can't wait," I tell him and bite my lower lip in anticipation.

Adam

She's a little overthinker.

You kind of have to be if you want to be successful at our jobs – although this is anything but work. Nonetheless, it seems like any time we are apart and meet again, she's managed to become a prisoner to her thoughts, doubts creeping in and making her skittish.

Even now, she might be propped on her elbows, her eyes hungrily scanning every inch of my body, but a part of her is still distracted from her call with Millie and Kayla.

I can't have that.

Notching her legs further apart, I lean down, forcing her to lay back down until my forearms are on the covers right by her head, caging her against the mattress.

"Tell me what you like, beautiful," I tell her, my mouth right next to her ear. From the corner of my eyes, I watch hereyelids flutter close and the shiver running through her when my breath tickles her skin.

I want to touch her and drive her crazy, want to let my hands explore, find all the spots where she loves being touched the most.

But most of all, I want, no, Ineedher to become addicted to this.

I don't know where this possessiveness is coming from, but if I only get her here in Tokyo, I will make damn sure that it becomes unforgettable. Let me be the one who got away, the one on her mind when she’s eighty, still wondering ‘what if’. Because I know damn sure she’ll be on mine.

I want to claim her, make her want to shout so loud there’s no hiding it anymore.

I want to make her mine. Even if it's only for the few days we have left here and even if I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting it.

Like a devil on my shoulders, I can hear my brother's voice in my head, telling me I deserve this. That’s what I get for spending all my time at work: someone who prioritizes their job as well. ‘That’s what you get for always making us take the backseat to work.’

The angel on my other shoulder tells me I should give it my best shot. Woo her, court her until she’s convinced to give me a shot. But I ignore the voices.

For now, all I want to think about is Lily.

Beautiful, fierce Lily, spread out in front of me like a goddamn buffet and I've been starving for three weeks.

I raise my hand to trace a soft path down her body with my finger, making her muscles tense under my touch and goosebumps spread on her skin.

"My… breasts," she finally admits softly, her voice barely above a whisper, reaching for my hand to guide it right to where she wants me to touch her. "Play with my boobs."

Oh hell yeah.

“My pleasure,” I whisper and palm her breast, watching with delight as her eyes flutter closed. A rumble runs through my throat and I lose no more time.

Her breast fits perfectly inside my hand. I squeeze it, rub my palm over her nipple while I capture the other one with my lips, drawing the sweetest sounds from her lips as I suck on it, making her whimper when I flick it with my tongue or rubbing the stubble of my beard alongside it until she is an incoherent mess, her whole body writhing, and her hands digging into the bedsheets.

"You weren't kidding," I say with a cheeky grin. I’ve just found her kryptonite and I intend to use that knowledge to my advantage.

Her hands have found their way inside my hair, her fingers pushing into my scalp as she pushes my head down to make me continue.

I love a woman who knows what she wants and demands it, and Lily is certainly not shy about it.

Her hand tugs on my hair before she grabs my wrist and pushes my hand away from her breast, instead guiding it between her legs, and I lose no time giving in to her orders.

My fingers find her warm pussy, wet and so fucking ready for me. I lick my lips as I push two fingers into her, groaning when her nails dig into my skin and she breathes a loud moan, her hips moving against my hand greedily.

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