Page 20 of The Renter
“Adam, please,” she whines, her eyes burning with desire.
I dive back in, pulling her hips up, intent on making her come. Focusing on her clit, I lick with firm pressure. She’s tense, trembling a little. Her breathing shifts, and I stay locked in, determined to take her over the edge, working up a sweat in the process.
“Fuck … so … close,” she pants. “Adam …” She trails off.
There it is again—her breathy voice. It’s so sexy. Then she moans, and I take in the sound, relishing it. My tongue feels her pulse, and I slide a finger inside her, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm.
My tongue continues its journey, trailing up her stomach, over to her nipple, then up to her lips for a soft kiss. She’s like melted ice cream on the bed—completely spent.
“That was fucking great,” she pants breathlessly.
I kiss her temple and confess, “I’m falling for you.”
17
Monday, May 9th
“Hey,” I say softly, tapping his chest. Adam stirs but doesn’t open his eyes. “I need to get my car and go home.”
His hand trails over my body to my ass and gives it a squeeze. “Stay with me,” he begs, his eyes still closed, biting his lip.
“I have to work,” I whine. “It’s Monday morning.”
“Boo,” he teases, finally opening his lids, and I stare deeply into his amazing blue eyes.
“You’re holding me hostage,” I joke, running my hand down his back. “My car’s still in Lake Geneva.”
“If you have to leave me,” he sighs, kissing my neck, “let’s go to The Drip, then to your car.”
“Deal.” I smile, happy he’s suggesting coffee. I plant a soft kiss on his lips. “Don’t you have to work?”
“Sort of. I’m on cruise control until August,” he says. “When do you need to log in for the day?” He raises an eyebrow, and I playfully swat his arm.
“We can’t spend all day in bed.”
“Why?” he growls, teasing.
“It’s tempting, but I really need to work today.”
“Then get out of bed.”
A smile is locked on my face. Sliding out from under the covers, I pull on my clothes from yesterday. He follows, pulling a shirt over his perfect body.The Renter!He’s so much more than I ever imagined. This past weekend ranks as one of the most insane weekends of my life.
After the Sorin incident, we should’ve parted ways. That would’ve been the logical thing to do. But here we are, glued to each other, falling for each other. His instinct was to protect me, to make me feel better. The uncountable orgasms definitely help. This man seriously loves to go down on a girl.
“Coffee!” I beg, and he kisses my temple. We walk toward the kitchen, and he grabs the Porsche fob from the counter.
“To go?” he asks, putting the car in park when we arrive at The Drip.
I nod, taking in everything about this super rare car. Yesterday, I was too overwhelmed to appreciate it.This Porsche 911 GT3 RS costs more than my parents’ house.
“Black coffee, right?” I smile and nod again. He squeezes my hand, whispering, “I’ll be right back.”
This guy I’ve been sleeping with for the past seventy-two hours is acting like my boyfriend. With everything that happened yesterday, are we dating now, or are we complicated fuckbuddies?
He returns to the car after a couple minutes with one extra-large cup and one small one. When he reaches my window, I hit the button, bringing the glass down, and grab the monster cup from his hand. I smile, correctly guessing the huge one is for me.
“Thank you. And I’m sorry I googled you.”
