Take This Man (10 page)

Her
breasts shimmied as she moved against him. His hands reached up to hold them
through her dress, weighing and bouncing them lightly in his palms. His thumbs
swirled around her nipples, drawing them forth, making them grow even harder
and tighter. Waves of sensation radiated from her breasts to the other parts of
her body. Her lips tingled, along with her fingers and toes. Her pussy grew
melty, soft and wet, wanting him. Wanting to feel him deep inside.

He
grasped the bottom of her dress and pushed it up. Elyse wriggled on his lap as
the material slithered up her bare legs, bunching around her hips and waist.
His hand smoothed up her inner thigh, parting her legs so she straddled his
lap. His thumb brushed the vee of her legs, along the edge of the panties she again
wore.

“Ah.”
She stiffened in his arms, hovering on the edge, waiting, just waiting for him
to touch her again.

“Lean
back a little,” he murmured in her ear, nipping her earlobe.

“Ahh!”
She jerked her head back, surprised and aroused by the pinch on her lobe. The
tiny pain awoke her momentarily from her sensual daze.

He
smiled wolfishly, barely brushing the edge of her panties once more. “Lean
back.” She obeyed, unable to look away from his face. “That’s good.”

She
shifted on his lap as his thumb moved a bit closer to her center. He moved his
thumb lightly on top of her silky panties, brushing from the top of her cleft
to the other end and back up again.

She
didn’t want to ignore his needs. Smoothing her hands down his chest, she
circled his nipples with her index fingers, swirling them in the prickly hair
of his chest. Her fingers played lower, over his ribs and down his stomach. She
loosened his belt and let her hands creep down to his arousal. She stroked and
cupped him through his clothes, pleased to hear his breathing shift and grow
more ragged.

Her
caresses grew bolder and more assertive, until he groaned and pulled her hands
away. “No,” he told her in a shaky voice. “I want to take care of you first.
Sit up a little.”

Elyse
shivered and drew her knees up to give him better access. He half sat, half
reclined, in the corner of the sofa, leaning against the arm and the sofa back.
She straddled his lap, one leg dangling over the edge, the other wedged between
him and the sofa pillows. She gripped his shoulders to keep herself from
falling. From drowning.

His
thumb brushed up and down, up and down, ever so lightly over her panties, which
were now damp. Elyse arched her pelvis, reaching for his touch.

He
leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Why are you so quiet? Don’t
you like this?”

“Yes,”
she hissed between her teeth as her head fell back.

“Are
you sure?” His thumb moved up and circled her clit. “Because you’re not saying
anything. How can I know if you like it, if you won’t tell me?”

He
circled that point again. Elyse squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lower lip.

Sparks
crackled through her. “I like it,” she choked out. She didn’t want to be a bad
girl now, didn’t want to play games or talk dirty. She only wanted
him
.

“Well,
what do you like more?” he questioned. “This?” He brushed his thumb up and
down. “Or this?”

He
circled her clit again and she convulsed, her pussy clenching as the wave hit
her. “I…ahh…God!” When it was over, she lolled against his shoulder, limp.

She
rested her face in the crook of Adam’s neck as his hand smoothed up and down
her back. She raised her head and kissed him softly. Then she stood up and
slipped off her panties, leaving them on the floor with her bra. She was sure
she looked a perfect disaster, her hair disheveled, her lipstick smeared.

But
so what? She felt marvelous.

She
sat back down next to Adam, smiling at him. “Your turn, now.” Unfastening his
belt, she unzipped his fly and reached inside the opening to touch him.
Brushing and stroking, cupping and caressing, Elyse marveled at his fullness.
He leaned back against the sofa cushions, his eyes closed, submitting to her
attentions. She loved making him feel this way. She felt powerful and
magnificent, like a sex goddess.

“Wait
a minute,” he gasped. “In my pocket—”

Elyse
delved into his pants pocket, and pulled out the foil packet. She tore it open
while he struggled to push down his pants. As he lifted himself, Elyse was
dislodged from his lap and tumbled to the floor.

“Jesus.”
Adam helped her up. She was laughing. “Are you all right? God, I’m sorry.”

“Fine,”
she answered, and they both were laughing. Then they were kissing, their lips
and tongues commingling. Laughter was forgotten as their breathing grew harsh
and ragged. She helped him roll on the condom, then rose up on her knees and
lowered herself upon his hard cock. He held her confidently, his hands on her
hips, allowing her to set the pace.

When
he was firmly embedded, she drew in a deep breath, loving how full he was
inside her. It felt so good, the way he stretched her. Her pussy rippled around
his cock. Her head drooped on her neck like a flower on a stalk.

“All
right?” he murmured. Elyse nodded, moving her hands up his arms to his
shoulders. She shimmied closer to him, squashing her breasts against his chest.
His hands squeezed her hips and backside as he adjusted himself inside her,
going deeper. She gasped, her pussy tightening around him.

“Help
me,” he muttered, his lips roaming over her throat and chin. She knew what he
meant. She lifted herself up, then slid down again on his hard cock. Up and
down, up and down. The delicious friction drove both of them to the edge.

Elyse
gasped for air, her eyes squeezed shut, and her forehead furrowed in concentration.
She was on the very cusp of orgasm, but could not quite fall over the edge. Her
eyes snapped open. Adam was staring at her. His face was shiny with sweat, his
mouth twisted into a grimace of frustration. He knew something was holding her
back.

“Tell
me,” he growled. “Tell me what you need.”

She
rubbed against him, but it wasn’t enough. She sucked a painful breath between
her teeth, her lungs burning.

“I
need more…”

“That’s
right, baby. You need more. Touch yourself. Rub your clit.” His hands squeezed
her hips and ass as her fingers crept down between her legs.

Finding
the swollen bud at the crux her thighs, Elyse circled the tip of her finger
gently around it. She bit her lip, shuddering, then touched herself one more
time. She convulsed as the climax wracked her.

That
set him off, tearing a sound out of him as he exploded inside her. “Ahh!”

They
collapsed against the sofa, breathing hard. His hand rested on the small of her
back, her head on his shoulder. They lay together silently. Speech was unnecessary.
In spite of the cramped position and the clothing bunched uncomfortably between
them, she was blissed out and totally at peace.

Adam’s
chest rose and fell rhythmically against her cheek. Glancing up, Elyse saw he
had slipped into a doze. That was fine with her. She didn’t want to talk right
now, didn’t even want to think. She felt too good. Snuggling against him, Elyse
closed her eyes as she too drifted into sleep.

****

They
finally made it to the bedroom, and spent the night sleeping—between bouts of
making love. Adam wasn’t embarrassed to think of it that way.
Making love
.

With
other women, it had just been about the sex. As much as he liked Kim, his most
recent partner, what he felt for her in no way matched his feelings for Elyse.
Kim had every right to be pissed off at him—now he realized how he’d been using
her. She deserved better.

And
maybe he deserved better, too. Maybe this time with Elyse was his second
chance. If he didn’t fuck it up.

Adam
was thinking all of this the next morning, as he stared into his refrigerator
looking for something edible to offer his guest.

He
usually picked up breakfast and morning coffee at the Haven, so there wasn’t
much of a selection. There were half a dozen eggs and a hunk of parmesan cheese
that was kind of old but didn’t look moldy. He sniffed a container of milk and
deemed it safe for consumption. A container of orange juice concentrate and a
loaf of bread were in the freezer, and he found some ground coffee in the
cupboard.

Good
to go. He set the items on the counter and took a frying pan from a lower
cupboard, giving it a good rinse. It had been a long time since he’d
cooked—unless you counted using the microwave. He never bothered to cook for
himself, satisfied with fast food take-out or sandwiches he threw together
himself.

Come
to think of it, the last person he cooked for had been Elyse.

He
went down the hall to the bedroom to check on her.

She
was perched on the edge of the bed, dressed in the shirt he’d been wearing last
night. Was there anything more appetizing than a sexy woman in a man’s shirt?

She
was speaking into her cell phone and gave him a wave when she saw him in the
doorway. “All right,” she said into the phone. A jolt of suspicion zapped
through Adam. Was she checking in with Jason?

“Thank
you.” She finished speaking, clicked the phone shut, and gave him a smile. “Good
morning.”

“Morning.”
He sank down beside her and pulled her onto his lap for a kiss. He nuzzled her
ear through her hair. “Mmm. You smell good.”

She
let her head fall back, giving him better access to her neck. “I haven’t
showered yet. I smell like sweat. And sex.”

He
dragged in a deep breath. “Like I said, you smell good.” He tightened his arms
around her. Though he wanted to kick his own ass, he couldn’t keep from asking.
“Who you talking to?” He prayed his tone conveyed nothing more than casual
curiosity. He didn’t want to sound like a jealous asshole—even though he felt
like one.

Thank
God she wasn’t offended by the question. “I was calling Grassy Acres to see how
my cat’s doing.”

“Grassy
Acres?”

Elyse
blushed and ducked her head, laughing lightly. “It’s a pet spa. You remember
Jezebel, my cat?”

“Oh
yeah.” Elyse had been crazy about the little kitten—a full grown cat now. “Sure.
A pet spa, huh? Sounds like she’s getting the royal treatment.”

“Oh,
she is.” Elyse laughed again. “Jason’s footing the bill.” She went still,
glancing at Adam with worried blue eyes, as if afraid she’d slipped by
mentioning Devereaux’s name.

Adam
forced himself not to react. They’d agreed not to discuss the past, but Jason
Devereaux was part of Elyse’s present, too. Her
close friend
. Whatever
that meant.

No.
Adam made up his mind he was not going to act like a dipshit. He wouldn’t do
anything to push Elyse away. So instead of freezing up, he simply allowed his
right hand to drift gently down her spine.

He
slid her off his lap and gave her a spank on the butt. “Why don’t you take your
shower while I fix us something to eat.”

“Oh,
a minute ago you liked my smell. Now I suddenly need a shower.” She play-pouted.

“Get
in there.” He made to give her ass another smack as she squeaked and ran into
the hall.

He
returned to the kitchen to start making breakfast. He’d gotten the eggs whisked
and into the sizzling pan when someone asked, “Whatcha making?”

It
wasn’t Elyse. Adam looked up with a start, and frowned at his brother standing
in the kitchen doorway. “How’d you get in, Wash Boy?”

“My
key, remember, dipshit?” Matthew ignored his brother’s attitude and entered the
room.

“How
about knocking sometime? What the hell are you doing here, anyway?”

“I’ll
start knocking when you stop calling me that stupid nickname. And I’m here to
find out why my lazy-ass brother called an hour ago to say he’s blowing off
work today.”

“I’m
not blowing it off,” Adam grumbled, turning to the counter to make the coffee. “I
told you I’d be a little late, that’s all. Speaking of which, aren’t you—”

“Hey,
are those eggs starting to burn?”

“Shit.
My omelet.” Adam hurried to the stove to turn off the heat under the pan.

“Wow,
an omelet. Pretty impressive.” Matt’s head swiveled as he took in the food and
utensils on the counter, the plates on the table. “And coffee? Hey, I could go
for a cup.” He pulled out a chair and sat down.

“How
about you just
go
?” Adam grabbed his younger brother by the biceps, hauling
him to his feet.

“Jesus.
Touchy.” Matt gestured around the room with a sweep of his hand. “What’s going
on?”

Adam
was about to issue a gentle reminder about minding one’s own business while
booting his brother out the door, when there was a sound from the bathroom.
Wash Boy finally got a clue. Jesus, the kid was slow on the uptake.

“Ohh,
I get it. You have
company
.” Matthew’s eyes lit up. Adam ground his
teeth. Now Wash was sure to stick around and break his balls—after all, Adam
would do the same thing if their roles were reversed.