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I step forward and into her space, my hands wrapping around her face, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. “You’re beautiful. I’ve never forgotten your gorgeous face, Chelsea.” She nuzzles into my hands, kissing my wrist, then darting her tongue out.
Sparks zing through my body, my cock hard as steel. She looks at me from under her lashes and there’s spice there. She’s daring me. Tempting me.
A deep laugh rumbles in my chest, and her eyes flare again.
“I’ve missed that look on your face, Peaches. I’ve missed how fucking turned on you get. Your body wants mine inside it, doesn’t it?”
She nods and licks her lips again. Her breathing is erratic.
I kiss her lips. Lick the bottom one then pull it with my teeth. She whimpers and I am ready to explode. “I want that, too.”
I walk her backwards through the living room. She allows me to manipulate her body around the table and down the hallway to my bedroom, kissing her the whole way, until the backs of her legs hit my bed. “I need your hands on me. Unzip my jeans and take my cock out, Peaches.”
I’ve still got my hands wrapped around her neck and cheeks, my thumbs brushing her lips as she quickly pulls at the zipper and pushes my jeans down my hips. She reaches into my boxer briefs and pulls me out. I moan at her firm touch as she instantly starts stroking me. My hips move of their own accord, pushing into her hand.
“Fuuuckkk I’ve missed your hands wrapped around me. You know how to work me just right.” Her eyes flutter at the compliment. I dust my fingers down over her collarbone, letting them trail loosely over her breasts. Cupping them, I rub my thumbs over her nipples that have pebbled at my touch. “I love your tits. Jesus, I’ve dreamed of getting them in my mouth again. Teasing and flicking your nipples until you come with just my tongue on them alone.”
“Adam. Yes, I-I can’t wait. Please.” Her cries are desperate. I’m there, too. I’m losing control quickly, but I don’t want this to end yet.
“Not yet.” I step away from her, missing her warm hand already. I reach behind my head, grab my shirt and drag it over my head while kicking my jeans off as well. Then I turn her around quickly, yanking at the zipper on her dress. It falls to the floor in a swift drop, and I’m left staring at her ass in a purple thong. It’s almost enough to make me blow right here. I reach for her round globes, smoothing my hand over the one, then the other, grabbing a handful and kneading while I stepcloser, my dick sticking out the top of my boxer briefs, aching to slide between her ass cheeks.
Chelsea always loved ass play. And nothing got me hotter than when she’d bend over and look at me over her shoulder as I rubbed my dick down her crack. She was calling me, begging me to take her.
It’s exactly the look she gives me right now, as she leans forward onto my bed and turns to watch me over her shoulder. I reach for her thong and pull it up between her ass, causing friction as she wiggles her butt seeking more.
“Fuck. Are you ready for me?” I lean closer and spit onto her, watching it drip through her crack, begging for my thumb to take her. I suck on my fingers and slide them over her hole, prepping her with one finger. “Baby, you’re so tight.”
Too tight.
“I can’t be easy tonight, and I don’t want to hurt you.” I pull away reluctantly and smack both cheeks. “Turn around.”
She pushes up from the bed and turns to look at me with eyes that are begging for more.
I run my hands over the straps of her bra, sliding them down her arms. Reaching behind her, I snap the clasp, letting it join her dress on the floor. I grab her, massaging her breasts, her hands coming up, covering mine, willing me on.
“Get on the bed and lie on your back.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
CHELSEA
Take Charge Adam has arrived and he hasn’t missed a step.
He commands my body to move with his voice alone. He’s got my mind focused on only him.
And when he finally calls to my heart again?
Well, it’s always been his.
“Get on the bed and lie on your back.”
I do as I’m told. I don’t second guess if he likes my body or likes how it looks after having Dominic. Adam’s heated gaze tells me all I need to know.
He climbs onto the bed, prying my knees open, wedging himself between my legs. He grabs hold of my thighs, pulling them up so they straddle his hips, stroking them, studying me, memorizing me, trying to make up for missed time. His gaze extends to my stomach, where I have a few stretch marks. His eyes count each one, then he focuses on me, holding my stare as he dips his head to kiss each one.
This man. This loving man who I put through hell this week by showing up unannounced, still loves me and is worshiping the same body that carried his child, the same child that I kept a secret.
Tears leak from my eyes.
