Page 42 of Mr. Delicious
Chapter 11
Adam
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Icaught Wren’s hands as she slid them across my chest.
She wanted me again and I wanted her.
All night long we indulged on one another.
All night.
I couldn’t remember if I slept and dreamt her up with her fantasy body.
No, I could tell the difference. The real-life Wren was like pure oxygen to my soul. I looked down at her cocooned in my arms, her golden hair glisteningagainstthe bright Parisian sunlight.
Beautiful, was only the beginning of how I would describe her. She was that and so much more.
It was safe to say she was no longer nervous around me, and I loved that. I wanted her to feel comfortable and to enjoy me just as I did her. I didn’t realize I could feel like this about one woman. As if I couldn’t get enough of her, and even when I felt like I’d experienced the height of pleasure, I wanted more.
No one had remotely interested me this way before, and the feeling deepened the more time I spent with her. It shouldn’t have surprised me since I had gone to the coffeehouse nearly every day for well over two years just to see her, never speaking more than a few pleasantries.
I couldn’t believe I’d denied myself of her. But here she was now with me.
I wanted to relish that thought but guilt tugged on my heart again at the reminder of me hiding my name from her.
I needed to tell her who I was sooner than waiting until our last day to do it. I’d felt guilty when she cried for AJ all night as I pleased her.
Desperation gripped me too because I wanted to hear her call me Adam.
That aside, it was starting to feel dishonest. I wanted to tell her who I was before it did get too late and then I’d ruin any good intentions I’d had by keeping my name from her.
“Mr. Delicious,” she whispered against my chest and giggled as I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed them.
I liked that.Mr Delicious. She could call me that if she wanted. I liked the purr in her voice that hung on to the end of the word. Apart from being insanely sexy, I liked that it was just for me.
“You naughty kitten. You had me six times last night.” Yes, that sweet girl had had me all over her, inside and out.
And now the thought of it all was hardening my cock again. She inched her hand over my chest and moved up to plant kisses all along my neck, my jaw and… stopped.
Teasing me she lingered by my mouth and it was all I could do not to go crazy with need. Just from that small play.
I pulled her in for a kiss. Smoothing my hands to the back of her head I pressed her mouth down hard on mine, consuming her and the burst of energy that rushed from her lips to my soul.
Those beautiful lips on mine drove me fucking crazy. That mouth drove me crazy last night as it tasted me everywhere.
I’d heard of this type of indulgence before but never believed it. Mostly I thought it was bull shit. No way would I believe that you could literally have sex over and over again in the same night. I thought it was some sort of exaggeration, and not physically possible.
I was completely proven wrong last night. It was true. I experienced it for myself. Anything prior to last night had to be down to me just not being attracted enough to previous women. It had to be that because Miss Wren here had me up and ready to go at least ten minutes apart.
We hadn’t slept either, and I wasn’t tired. She didn’t look like she was tired but she had to be.
“Wren, I can’t get enough of you, but you must be tired.” I pulled back out of the kiss which was turning hotter and gazed at her.
“No, I can’t remember how to sleep.” Her lips came back to mine brushing against my mouth like soft feathers. “What do I have to do to get you to take me again?” Her eyes lit up with mischief I’d never seen before, and that was enough by itself.
God, it was going to happen again and my body responded to the thought as if it was the first time.
