Just His Type (Part One) (4 page)

"I think you'd better stop," Adam gasped, halting my attention with his long fingers. "This is nice, but it wasn't what I had in mind."

"What did you have in mind?" I laughed, amazed that I could sound so flirtatious; an hour with Adam and I felt like a new woman. Adele and Rhiannon had been right: he was exactly what I needed.

"You." Adam leaned in and licked my nipple; I giggled. "Me." He ran a line of kisses up to my neck, biting softly. "Some very naughty positions." I could feel his lovely erection pressing against my thigh; I sighed happily. "And about four hours," Adam's voice was low and quiet in my ear. "What do you say Lilly?"

Every bit of me was trembling and there was a blazing heat in my belly which was completely new to me. My breathing came out harshly and sounded very loud in my quiet bedroom. I nodded, my throat too dry to speak; I felt once more like I was floating outside of myself watching this crazy thing happen to some other lucky girl.

"Good," Adam growled reaching for my curls, running his fingers through the wetness he found there. "I want you so badly."

I smiled through the fog of my arousal, all thought focussed on the small bud of my clitoris, which Adam stroked slowly. I could feel the rushing build-up of another orgasm approach.

"Please," I whimpered, writhing under Adam's practiced touch. "
Please
."

Adam leaned forward, covering me with the solid weight of his body; my hands clung automatically to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the swirling lines that painted them. "Please what, Lilly?" he asked huskily, biting the soft edge of my ear. I shivered.

One glance in his brilliant green eyes told me Adam was as anxious as I was, as turned on; yet he'd left the decision up to me. I could feel the solid heat of his erection resting against my curls; impatiently I wiggled against it and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Adam.

"Please Adam," I whispered, my voice wavering with a combination of nerves and excitement. "Fuck me, please?"

His answer wasn't a word so much as a growl; swiftly he angled his hips as I spread my thighs further apart. When he plunged deeply into me we both moaned loudly. I clutched his shoulders so hard I wouldn't have been surprised if I drew blood.

"Oh my God," I groaned, feeling every inch of him move within me; it had been way too long, but even my excellent memory couldn't conjure up a past experience this good.

Adam paused, rising up on his strong arms to watch me from above as he found a rhythm which made us both groan. "You feel so amazingly good," he murmured, watching me as I watched him. "You have no idea."

I laughed, relishing each deep drive he made, loving the way it felt when he pulled back again. I knew my orgasm was close and there didn't seem to be any sign of Adam slowing down any time soon. I was starting to think he was just about perfect.

"Adam," I gasped, unsure of what I wanted to say but knowing I had to say something.

"Lilly," he rumbled deeply in his throat.

"I- think I'm going to…"

Adam increased his pace and I wailed loudly as my orgasm crashed brightly against the back of my eyelids.

"Good girl," he purred, not letting up on his tempo; I could feel my muscles contract wildly around his hardness and wondered vaguely what it felt like from his point of view.

"I think it's your turn," I murmured, wrapping my legs more securely around him, feeling him go that much deeper.

Adam chuckled. "I think so too. I wanted this to take longer." He looked sheepish.

I smiled, reaching up to stroke the dark lines criss-crossing over his arms. "Next time."

Adam lowered his head to my neck, biting roughly as he drove harder into me. "You mean I get to do this again?"

"Yes please," I gasped, finding it suddenly hard to breathe.

"Wait," Adam groaned, and he rolled on his back, taking me with him. I sat upright, the sudden change in altitude making my head spin. My weight settled me down further on Adam and we moaned in unison. "That's better," he teased, reaching to play with my distended nipples. "I like that view."

The feeling of his hands on my breasts rushed straight to my loins, the tingle of my last orgasm had died away and was quickly being replaced by the next one.

I couldn't believe how much better it was being on top, watching as Adam's green eyes widened with disbelief of his own. I threw back my head and laughed, riding him for all it was worth.

"Sweet God, Lilly," Adam ground out through clenched teeth. "Remind me to thank whoever taught you that."

His grip on my breasts tightened and my breathing grew more ragged, interspersed with noises I don't think I'd ever made before. I wanted to reply, to tell him it had never been like this with anyone else, but my mouth and brain had stopped communicating with each other. Instead I rose and fell steadily, urging him with my body when the words wouldn't come.

I was aware of every pulse of his body when Adam peaked, could feel every inch of him inside me as he emptied himself; my own muscles contracted and throbbed and our cries echoed each other. I slumped down, my head in the crook of Adam's neck; the dark stubble across his jaw scratched my forehead.

Adam wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place against the dampened warmth of his chest. The ripples subsided slowly before eventually dying away and still the two of us were silent.

"Should I go?" Adam asked roughly after a time.

I drifted back slightly from the edge of sleep on which I was balanced. He was warm and solid and I didn't want to move. "No," I Mombled drowsily.

Adam kissed the top of my head, shifting his weight so I slid down to nestle against his side. I was vaguely aware of the slowing of his breathing as he followed me into sleep.

********

When I woke the next morning, lazy and replete, Adam was gone. There was a hollow gnawing in the pit of my stomach until I found the note he'd left on my bedside table.

Working the lunch shift. Pick you up at 3. I owe you one. A.

Turning, I buried my head in the warmth of my pillow and smiled.

Chapter Three

The phone rang not long after I got out of the shower. Hastily, I threw on my robe and answered, strangely disappointed to be greeted by Rhiannon's bright hello.

"Is he still there?" she hissed softly as if afraid he'd hear her.

"No," I laughed, feeling guilty for wishing she was someone else calling. "He had to work."

Rhiannon's giggle was infectious and reminded me sharply of how little we'd really changed since our university days. "Did you…? I mean, how was it?"

"Yes and amazing," I supplied laughingly.

"Omigod," Rhiannon squealed. "Details!"

I shook my head even though she couldn't see me over the phone. "I think I want to keep this to myself for a while."

There was a silent pause on the other line. "That good huh?" Rhi asked after a time.

I laughed. The warm feeling in my belly hadn't dissipated yet and somehow I knew sharing every little detail with Rhiannon, even if she was my best friend, would lessen the experience. What happened between Adam and me deserved to stay between us.

"He's picking me up at three," I said instead.

"For what?" Rhi asked.

"I… I don't know," I admitted sheepishly. "The note didn't say."

"Note?" Rhiannon's voice was edged with hesitation. "He left a note?"

"Yeah," I said slowly. "It said he had to work and that he'd come back and pick me up at 3."

There was another pregnant pause. "O-kay…," Rhiannon drawled slowly.

"What?" I didn't like the uncertainty in Rhi's tone.

"Well Lilly…," she sighed. "I don't want to upset you or sound like a bitch, but take it from me they
all
have to work the next morning; they
all
leave a note."

Comprehension dawned on me. "You don't think he's coming back?" I sounded accusatory.

"Well, it's possible he might," Rhi offered quickly. "But honey, I think you need to be prepared for the possibility that he might not. Did he leave a number?"

"No," I admitted, feeling small. I didn't even know which restaurant he worked at, never mind his last name. "I've got to go," I Mumbled.

"Lilly, sweetheart," Rhi crooned. "It's okay. You can't take this personally. You got what you wanted and he… well… I guess he got the same thing. Trust me honey, that's how this game is played. You can't get your hopes up over these things. Now you have a good story to tell at Girls' Night; I'm proud of you for thinking outside your usual box. You did have fun last night, right?"

"Yes," I said softly. My stomach was turning in somersaults and it had nothing to do with the beer I'd consumed the night before. For an instant I hated Rhiannon; this had been her idea. I'd approached Adam at her urging and it was her damn fault.

"Just take a nice long shower, have a cup of coffee, and take it easy today," Rhi offered brightly. "I'll call you later and maybe we can go shopping or something."

I agreed automatically, feeling a wave of shame wash sickeningly over me. I hung up as Rhiannon was saying goodbye and had to sit down until the dizziness passed.

She was right, of course. Rhiannon had had a million one-night-stands, she knew the protocol; I knew nothing about it and had been taken for a fool. I buried my head in my hands, ignoring the cold spread of my still-damp hair against my neck.
Stupid
, that's what I was. Stupid for thinking last night meant anything, stupid for believing every word that came out of Adam's mouth. Stupid for thinking there had been a connection between us when all it had been was a hook-up, plain and simple.

The phone rang again, making me jump. I stared blankly at it and let it ring until the answering machine picked up and Adele's cheerful voice filled the room. I didn't hear what she said, didn't particularly care; it wasn't him calling.

I put on a pot of coffee, got dressed, and performed the many little pieces of my morning routine which needed to be done with a robot-like efficiency which frightened me if I thought too hard about it.

I floated through the apartment unseeingly before settling down on my window seat with my coffee to watch the traffic trickle by. Lucy Maud, my cat, jumped up and curled herself comfortingly around my feet and the two of us watched the morning in silence. I was tired, my thighs ached, and I was maybe a tiny bit hungover, but more than that I was heartsore. Outside, two robins flirted and sang on a tree branch; inside, I tried to block out their happy noise.

I don't know how long I sat there and I don't know how time still managed to creep by; I do know I ignored the phone ringing a few more times, I didn't want to talk to Rhi or Adele. Eventually I drifted off to a fitful, half-conscious sleep, only to be woken by a sharp rap on my door. I jumped up, disturbing Lucy Maud and spilling my now cold coffee. The clock read 2:36 and I figured it was Rhiannon or Adele coming to check up on me since I hadn't answered the phone at all.

I wrenched open the door without checking the peephole and just about fell over when it opened to reveal Adam standing on my small porch with a bunch of daisies in one hand and a motorcycle helmet in the other.

"Hey, Beautiful," he said with a smile. He brushed past me into my kitchen, dropped a soft kiss on my cheek, and handed me the daisies. "Did you have a good sleep?"

I stood open-mouthed in the doorway, feeling the damp stems of the flowers in my hand but little else.

"I'm sorta early," Adam offered sheepishly. "I got out of work as fast as I could. I tried to call and when you didn't answer I figured you were in the shower or something. You alright?" His darkly handsome face was painted with concern. "You look pale."

"I-I'm fine," I stammered, staring disbelievingly at him. I wondered if I'd really woken up from my nap or if I was just dreaming of his tall, lean form standing in my kitchen. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Picking you up like I promised," Adam smiled, approaching me in the open doorway; evidently he'd given up expecting me to come to him. He wrapped his arm around me and dropped a sweet kiss on my forehead. "I know I'm early, but I couldn't wait. Is that what you're wearing?"

I looked down at my faded jeans and ratty t-shirt; I didn't even want to consider the state of my hair or my face. "N-no," I replied quickly, blushing. "You just caught me off guard."

Adam chuckled. "Go get dressed then," he said softly as he brushed another kiss against my hairline. "I'll put these in water." He took the daisies back from me and spun me about, pointing me in the direction of my bedroom. He swatted my ass playfully and laughed as I moved quickly away.

I escaped to my bedroom and took a few deep, steadying breaths. From the apartment beyond I could hear Adam opening and closing kitchen cupboards.

"Lilly? Where can I find a vase?" he yelled loudly.

I smiled to myself; the earnestness in his voice kicked me into gear. I stripped off my terrible t-shirt and ancient jeans. "In the china cabinet in the living room," I yelled back, happy to hear Adam's clunky boots tread down the hall towards me; it was such a domestic noise, and so out of character in my usually silent apartment. He poked his head around the door into my bedroom and grinned as I stood indecisively in front of my closet, clad only in bright blue bra and panties.