Wired For Sex: A.D.A.M. Page 5

  She had taken it that way.

  He had looked ... distressed when she had left, though.

  He had told her he would do better—Maybe he had thought he was making it up to her for the way he had behaved the first time?

  She'd been furious with him for not coming before, and then just as pissed off when he had. She supposed that might have been a little confusing.

  Not that she'd had any complaints insofar as the sex went. She had never had such mind blowing sex before in her life!

  She was still trying to decide whether the latest encounter with Adam meant that he wanted to pursue an actual relationship or not when she got home and found him standing at her door.

  Chapter Six

  "You left work an hour ago. I thought you would be here,” Adam said, struggling to keep the accusation out of his voice.

  "I stopped at the market to pick up a few things,” Evelyn responded, indicating the bag she was holding. “I wasn't expecting you ... was I?"

  He took the bag from her, staring at her expectantly.

  "Would you like to come in?"

  "Yes, thank you,” he responded politely.

  Keying in the security code, she preceded him, leading the way up two flights of stairs to her apartment. He scanned the hallway and stairs as he followed her.

  She saw that he was frowning when she turned from locking the door behind them, but he didn't say anything when she sent him a questioning look. Taking the bag from him, she went into the kitchen to put the groceries up. He followed, surveying the kitchen with much the same expression that he had worn when he looked the building over, which was to say no expression at all.

  "You live here,” he commented finally.

  Evelyn had the distinct impression he disapproved. Wryly, she admitted there wasn't much to approve of. She kept it neat and clean, but nothing was going to make the place attractive. “It's not much, I know, but I'm hardly ever here. It's comfortable enough, and it's cheap."

  He nodded, shifted uncomfortably, and finally exhaled a rough breath. “I wanted to apologize."

  Evelyn paused and then finished putting up her groceries. “For what?"

  He stared at her uncomfortably. “Whatever I did that made you angry with me,” he responded finally.

  Folding her arms over her chest as she turned to face him, Evelyn leaned back against the counter and studied him thoughtfully. “But you don't know what it was?” she guessed.

  He frowned. Uneasiness flickered in his eyes. “I'm not certain,” he said cautiously.

  She dropped her arms to her sides and pushed away from the counter. “If you don't feel like you did anything wrong...."

  "I do feel that I did,” he interrupted her. “I know I did. You wouldn't be angry if I hadn't."

  She studied his face. If he wasn't upset about it, he was doing a damned convincing job of pretending he was. Moving toward him, she lifted her hands and toyed with the buttons of his uniform shirt. “How do you know?"

  He looked disconcerted, then thoughtful, as if he was turning it over in his mind. “I've never seen you angry."

  Her heart executed a funny little jig. “But you hardly ever see me."

  She heard him swallow as she settled her palms against his hard chest.

  "I see you every day."

  She didn't try to hide her surprise. “How could you see me every day when I don't see you?” she asked curiously.

  "I'm head of security. I view the security records."

  She didn't know how she felt about that. She knew they had tight security at Robotics Inc. There were always industrial spies about, out to steal promising developments. She supposed it was necessary, but she still didn't like the thought that she was being ‘watched'. “And you watch me?"

  He frowned, apparently having picked up on her dislike of being spied on. “My fa ... Mr. Johnson requires it."

  Fa? She wondered what he had started to say but decided to dismiss it since she doubted she could pry it out of him. “He requires you to watch me?” she asked, trying to decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was certainly bad if he had her watched because he doubted her loyalty to the company, but if he had just instigated surveillance to make certain she was because he was thinking about promoting her....

  Dark color started at his neck and worked its way upward. “He requires that I watch everyone."

  But he watched her? She didn't know how she felt about that either. Flattered, she supposed, in a way. If it had been anyone but Adam she might have been uneasy, but she didn't believe he had nefarious reasons for watching her. It occurred to her, in point of fact, that he might have been watching over her because of the attack weeks earlier and that thought warmed her.

  Still, there was something about the way he'd said it that seemed, to her hopeful heart, to mean more than just that he watched out for her. “But you watch me?” she asked tentatively.

  He lifted a hand to trace his fingers lightly along her cheek. “When I can."

  "And you want to apologize so I won't be angry anymore?"

  He nodded his head slowly, a faint smile curling one corner of his mouth.

  "Because?” she prompted.

  A faint frown appeared between his brows.

  Evelyn fought the urge to roll her eyes. It was like pulling teeth to get anything out of him. “Because you like me?"

  The frown disappeared, and the smile returned. “Yes."

  "It isn't just about sex?"

  Wariness flickered in his eyes. “I like that part, too,” he finally said, his voice tentative.

  Evelyn chuckled. “Good, because I like that part, too.” Pulling away from him, she caught his hand and led him through the apartment to her bedroom. He looked surprised, but he followed her willingly. He looked at her askance when they reached her bedroom.

  She smiled at him shyly. “I thought, maybe, you'd like to give me a proper apology."

  Confusion flickered in his eyes, but he watched with rapt interest as she removed her clothing. He didn't approach her or remove his own, and she began to feel uncomfortable by the time she had stripped to her bra and panties. Inwardly, she shrugged. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought, removing the bra and panties and then moving to the bed.

  He followed, stopping beside the bed to study her for a long a moment, and then began to remove his own clothing, his expression taut. His hands shook slightly as he worked the openings, shrugging out of first his uniform shirt and then the trousers. She wasn't certain if it was nervousness or eagerness, but she warmed with budding anticipation and appreciation as she watched him, discovering without much surprise that his body was as glorious as she had imagined it would be—more perfect even than she had imagined. When he sat down on the edge of her bed to remove his boots and pull his pants the rest of the way off, she got up on her knees and moved behind him, stroking her hands lightly over his back.

  He stilled, almost seemed to hold his breath.

  Emboldened, she followed the path of one hand with her lips, testing the smooth skin of his shoulders and back, the hardness of the muscles beneath the silken sheathe of flesh. A shudder went through him. He released a heavy, ragged breath.

  She moved away from him after a few moments, running her hand over his shoulder and down one arm to grasp his hand as she sat down and then leaned back against the pillows. He followed the tug of her hand, twisting and settling above her, supporting the bulk of his weight on his side.

  For a long moment, they merely gazed at one another. Finally, Evelyn curled a hand around the back of his neck and tugged him down, brushing her lips lightly along his. He sucked in a harsh breath and held it as she explored his face with her lips, slowly, teasingly.

  He released his pent up breath on a gusty sigh. “This feels good, Evie."

  "Does it?” His reaction sent a dizzying current of heat through her, gave rise to the urge to explore him thoroughly with her hands and mouth, and more, to see if she could tear his control f
rom his grasp. Breathless with anticipation and her own daring, she pulled away from him. “Turn over."

  He looked surprised, but he rolled onto his back. She sat up and climbed on top of him. Straddling his hips, she nestled his erection in her cleft and rocked back and forth a few times, thrilled at the feel of his thick member rubbing along her sensitive nether lips. His face twisted, as if with pain. His eyes slid closed. Leaning down, she braced her weight on her arms on either side of his head and leaned lower to caress his face with her lips again, this time moving to one ear. “Tonight you're mine,” she whispered, then traced the swirls of his ear with her tongue, sucked his ear lobe, and nibbled love bites down the strong column of his neck, up his throat, then over his cleft chin before she returned to his mouth.

  His lips parted as she traced the finely etched contours with her tongue. Abruptly, he lifted his hands and speared his fingers into her hair, curling them against her skull before she could retreat to tease him further. The heat of his mouth as it opened over hers sent a wave of heady pleasure through her. At the rough caress of his tongue along hers, desire poured through her veins and nerve endings, bringing her body to full alert.

  The cling of his mouth and stroke of his tongue felt so good as he explored her mouth. His heat and taste and scent, inundating her senses with his essence was like a powerful, innervating drug. She wavered for several moments between her desires—the one to simply enjoy what he did to her with his kiss, the other to pursue her original goal.

  She compromised by enjoying it until he broke from her lips to drag in a ragged breath of air and ducked away from his grasp before he could claim her lips again, moving down his throat as she had before. This time, however, she continued downward, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin against her palms, surveying the hard mounds of muscles and dips that cleanly delineated one from another with fingertips and palms before she leaned closer to nip at his flesh with the edge of her teeth, suck little bites, stroke the small patches with her tongue.

  He moved restlessly beneath her, tensed as if gathering himself to tip her off. “Let me,” she murmured. “I want to do this."

  Some of the tension went out of him as he subsided, acquiescing silently to her exploration, but she felt the muscle groups along his body tense and bunch with each light caress.

  When she was satisfied with her exploration of his chest, she moved lower, tracing a path along the center of his body over the rippling muscles of his belly until she reached his lower belly. He uttered little breathless grunts as she teased his sensitive lower belly, as if each kiss punched the breath from him. Smiling inwardly, she ignored his jutting, throbbing cock, which twitched and moved as she carefully circled it as if begging for attention.

  His hips began to lift slightly as she nibbled at his lower belly. His hand settled heavily on the back of her head, his fingers curling against her scalp.

  "Evie,” he murmured raggedly, a single plea to end his torment.

  Heated excitement surged through her. She transferred her attention from his belly to his cock, nipping a path along the length of it from the root to the tip with her lips. She paused briefly when she reached the head. Breathing out a gusty sigh, she extended her tongue to trace the ridge that delineated the head from the shaft. He jerked, his fingers tightening in her hair. He caught at her shoulder with his other hand, holding her tightly and at the same time pushing, as if he couldn't make up his mind which he wanted most.

  She took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking on the smooth, rounded knob of flesh experimentally. He tasted wonderful, filled her mouth in a way that made her heart thunder in her chest with excitement. The sound he made when she sucked on him, the almost painful tightening of his fingers against her shoulder and skull raised a flock of goosebumps. She caught his shaft firmly in one hand before he could thrust her away and began to stroke him with her mouth and hand in calculated movements that had him jerking and twisting feverishly beneath her in moments, curling his hips to surge into her mouth one moment, struggling to evade the tease of her tongue the next.

  Moisture gathered in her sex as she caressed him with her mouth and tongue and hand. Heated need filled her, making her body tense, her womb contract, drugging her mind with rising desire.

  "Evie,” he growled abruptly. “You're going to make me come."

  Her heart stuttered at the warning, commenced to hammering harder as the want flooded her to make him come, to feel his cock jerking in her mouth, to taste the essence of his passion. Her throat closed with the thirst for it even while she wondered where the desire had come from. She'd never done such a thing, never wanted to. Now, she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything. She heard him grinding his teeth as she renewed her efforts, trying to tear his control from his grasp.

  He grasped her shoulders almost bruisingly, pulling her loose and tossing her onto her back on the bed beside him. Before she could even catch her breath or utter a protest, he swarmed over her, caught her lips beneath his in a searing kiss of such ravening hunger it set her on fire, sucked the air from her lungs. She gasped in a desperate breath of air as he broke the kiss and moved to one breast, snatching her breath away again as he caught first one painfully swollen tip in his mouth and then the other, tugging and sucking at it with his mouth in a way that made her feel faint. She plowed her fingers through his silky hair, clutching at him frantically, trying to anchor herself in the world as it tilted and spun dizzily.

  He worked his way down her belly as if he meant to eat her alive, nibbling and sucking at her flesh until his stimulus of her nerve endings threw her entire being in an uproar, jolts of intense pleasure firing into her brain from so many directions at once that she could barely grasp one before another sizzled through her.

  "No!” she gasped frantically as he reached her belly, grasped her thighs and jerked them apart, diving for the core of her existence at that moment in time. The second his hot mouth opened over her sex, a wave of such intensity rocked her that it knocked the breath from her. She tangled her fingers in his hair mindlessly, tugging at him as he stroked his tongue along her cleft, found her clit, and sucked it into his mouth. He ignored her unspoken demand, tugging at the tiny bundle of nerves as he had her nipples moments before. She managed to suck in a handful of panting breaths before her climax hit her with the force of an exploding bomb, the force of it shattering.

  She was still twitching and jerking with the convulsions of bliss rocking her when he lifted his head and launched himself over her, catching the bulk of his weight on the elbows he planted on either side of her. His mouth covered hers in a brief, hungry assault, his gusty breath filling her desperately laboring lungs with the air she couldn't seem to gather herself. He punched it from her as quickly when he thrust his cock into the mouth of her sex, using her body's moisture to breach the tightly clenched muscles of her channel and sink deeply inside of her.

  "Adam,” she groaned, relishing his conquest despite her body's protest at the invasion. Sparks ignited in the ashes of her spent passion, caught fire again as he thrust and retreated in a rough, desperate plunder of her body. Lifting her shaking legs, she wrapped them around his waist to counter his frantic, pounding thrusts. The movement opened her more fully to him, allowed him to drive deeper. He quickened his pace, driving into her so hard and fast she had to cling tightly to him to halt her skidding progress up the bed.

  He froze abruptly, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs so hard it left his chest in a ragged, pained sound. A shudder rippled along his length. He groaned, ground his teeth together, uttered a choked sound, and began pumping into her rapidly, his body jerking with the force of the expulsion of his seed. A thrill went through her at the sounds, his movements. Her flesh pebbled all over her body. She uttered a sharp cry as another climax ripped through her.

  The culmination sapped the strength from every muscle in her body, dragged her so close to unconsciousness that darkness pervaded her mind. He went limp, sagging heavily against he
r. She lost even the will to cling to him and allowed her leaden arms and legs to drop to the mattress. It was all she could do to drag panting breaths into her lungs. A profound sense of happiness and satisfaction wafted through her, though, warmed her in a surprising way as her senses gathered the comforting feel of his weight on top of her.

  It took a strenuous effort to lift her arms and curl them around him, to hold him to her and stroke his back, but the joy of utter completeness filled her as she did. He shifted his arms to bear more of his weight after a moment, easing the pressure against her chest, but he made no attempt to evade her caresses. She didn't know if he was enjoying it, or simply too weak to move at the moment, but she was perfectly content to take advantage either way.

  "Am I hurting you?” he asked after a few moments, his voice a drunken slur.

  "Uhuh,” she murmured, shifting her fingers through his silky hair. “I like this."

  He dragged in a deep, shaky breath. “I wish I could stay here forever,” he murmured.

  Her throat closed with emotions she didn't dare examine. “I wish you could, too."

  He lifted his head to study her face for a long, heart stopping moment. She couldn't quite decipher the emotions that crossed his features. After a moment, though, he gathered himself and moved off of her. A chill caressed her skin as she lost his heat, but when he'd settled beside her, he gathered her into his arms and pulled her to him until she was draped over his chest. He returned the favor then, stroking her back as she had his, smoothing her tousled hair with one hand. She could tell from the tension in him, though, that his thoughts were troubled. She heard him swallow.

  "I'll have to go ... soon, I think."

  Disappointment flooded her. “You can't stay the night?"

  "I can stay a while."

  There was hesitancy in his voice that told her she'd misunderstood his first comment. Dread began to thread its way through her contentment.