“Am I okay?” he laughed. “After everything that’s happened tonight, are you really asking me if I’m okay?”
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, cowed by his ire.
A few tense moments passed, and then Adam shot me an apologetic look. When he saw my eyes were moist, he slowed the Escalade. The road was desolate, no other cars in sight. He turned off when we reached a tucked-away truck turnaround.
“What are we doing?” I asked.
Adam pulled in tight to the tree line, far away from the road. Cutting the ignition, he shifted in his seat until he was facing me. “Maddy, come here,” he said softly. “I’m sorry I upset you.”
He pushed the driver’s seat back to make more room, and I crawled over the console. I maneuvered myself until I was comfortably astride Adam, and then I leaned my forehead against his. “What do you need? I’ll do anything for you. Just tell me how I can help.” I ran my fingers through his dark hair and traced along the line of his jaw.
God, even in distress, Adam was beautiful.
He wrapped his arms around me. “I just need you,” he whispered.
“I’m here,” I murmured against his neck.
Adam leaned back, and then he kissed me. Softly and gently, so at odds with the frustration I knew he was feeling. “Help me forget, Madeleine.” Adam caught my lower lip between his teeth and nipped gently. “Just help me forget everything that’s happened tonight.” He raised his hips to grind against me, making it clear exactly what would help him forget. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, of course I can, Adam.”
I undid his pants and peeled off my own, right along with my panties. There was no one around, and even if someone drove by the windows were fogging quickly. I repositioned myself on Adam’s lap and smiled at him. He took my face in his hands and kissed me and kissed me, his mouth consuming and hard. I had to pull away for a breath. This man had the power to overwhelm and leave me reeling.
While I was recovering, he reached down and touched between my legs. But when I moved to lower myself onto him, thinking that was what he wanted, he lifted me back up. “Not yet, baby.”
I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but I figured I’d play along. I liked when Adam set the pace, it usually meant something rather provocative lay ahead.
He kissed me once more, especially gently, then lifted me off of him and bent me across the front seats, over the console. Tucking a hand beneath me, he arched up my ass. “That’s not too uncomfortable, is it?” he asked from behind.
I shook my head, though I had to admit it was a little uncomfortable. However, this position—exposed to Adam and at his mercy—was too fucking hot to really care. I was sure the minor discomfort would be worth it in the end.
Adam squeezed my ass, gave it a light smack, and pushed my shoulders down further. He ran his hands up under the back of my sweater, over my ass again, up and down my inner thighs, just kind of everywhere. He was all over me, making me crazy, and letting me know who was ultimately in charge in this relationship. I loved feeling his power, it made me drunk with lust.
He slid his fingers along my folds—back and forth, again and again. I twisted further across the seats, breathing hard while my hands clutched at the leather. Adam, his fingers wet with juices and adept in their moves, circled my clit and then slipped two fingers into me. He worked me slowly and sweetly, building me up, like only he could do.
When I felt as if I might explode, I begged, “Faster, Adam, faster.” But he just chuckled and retained the slow rhythm, adding a finger and spreading me more and more. “Do you know how beautiful you look like this,” he asked, apparently watching.
I moaned and arched my ass up further, giving him better access…and an even more explicit view. He groaned and thrust his fingers into me much, much harder, faster too. My release rose to the surface and I tensed, ready for the crash, but then, without warning, Adam withdrew his fingers. “No,” I cried out, undulating my hips, searching for the climax that felt so very, very close.
“Don’t move, baby. Try to stay still,” he demanded as I heard him shifting around.
“But I’m so close, Adam.”
“I know, baby.” He touched my clit lightly, but held my hips so I couldn’t move with his hand. “It’ll be better if you just do as I say.” He got me close again, but stopped once more right at the critical point. I whimpered.
“Now, stay completely still,” he reminded. I felt him lining up behind me and I was trying to do as he asked, but all my body wanted to do was move and seek pleasure.
He gripped my ass to still me when I began to circle my hips. “Stop moving, Maddy,” Adam warned as he positioned himself close to where I wanted him most.
He had me wound so tightly, poised at the razor’s edge, but I didn’t fight him. Not that I could—his hold on me now was so secure that I had no choice but to remain still. One of his hands was in my hair, preventing me from turning around to see what he was doing. This lack of power on my part made everything much more intense. All my senses were heightened, and the anticipation was nothing short of maddening.
I couldn’t see what Adam was doing…I didn’t know exactly what was coming next…and I didn’t know when it would happen. I quivered beneath his strong grasp, buried my face in the leather, and when, at last, Adam slid into me—inch by delicious inch—I came
