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  “You have no idea,” Carly whispered when her mouth reached his ear. For effect, she nipped the lobe as she flicked it with her tongue. No matter how insecure she was in some areas of her life, there was no disputing the fact that she was talented in the art of making a man go weak in the knees.

  There was no way to describe the way his hands felt when they grazed under the hem of Carly's t-shirt. They weren't calloused as they would be if he did manual labor for a living, but they weren't overly soft like so many of the businessmen she knew. They were just rough enough to remind her he was all male.

  Unlike most of her encounters, being with Adam was slow and sensual. There was no rush to bring the other to climax; it was all about exploring one another on a deeper level.

  ***

  Lifting Carly off the bed, Adam reached for the hem of her shirt to expose her porcelain flesh. Bunching the cotton in his fists as he lifted her shirt inch by inch, Adam said a silent prayer for dreams coming true. With as skittish as she was about his shared DNA with one of her friends, he wasn't about to scare her away by telling her how many nights he'd gotten himself off imagining what her waifish figure looked like under the clothes she drowned herself in. The sight before him was better than anything he had ever imagined.

  Carly's back arched as Adam sucked one of her taut nipples into his mouth. Her moans of pleasure were a sweet melody. Returning the pleasure she'd given him, he paid careful attention to each pebbled bud. Nipping. Licking. Flicking. Every gasp, every whimper made him crave more. He needed to possess her. Taste her. Feel her clench around his throbbing cock.

  As he released the button on Carly's shorts, her slender fingers pulled his away from her body.

  “Not yet, baby,” she purred, “it's my turn.”

  Before he knew what had happened, Carly had somehow managed to wiggle herself from under Adam's body, turning him so that he was beneath her. He could feel the heat from her core as she ground into him.

  She kissed him deeply, her hands wrung into his dark brown hair pinning Adam's head to the pillow. This woman liked to be in control of the situation and he would be damned if he was going to deny her pleasure.

  When she lifted her hips away from his body so that there was no contact between their torsos, Adam reached to pull her back in place.

  “I said not yet,” Carly snapped, pushing his hands away from her body. The fire in her eyes stopped any protest before it could cross Adam's lips. She continued working her way down his chest, nipping and sucking with every kiss.

  “Carly,” Adam moaned, writhing under her. “Baby, I need you. Please.” If he didn't feel her soon, he feared a particularly embarrassing release for their first time together. His cock pressed firmly into the zipper of his jeans begging her to free it. His balls were starting to ache. If Carly's goal was to torture him slowly, she was succeeding. And, he loved every second of it.

  “I said not yet,” she said again, this time with a devilish grin on her lips.

  “Please baby,” he begged. When was I reduced to begging for sex? “I need you. You can do whatever you want to me later, but right now, I need to bury myself inside you.”

  Carly made a tsking sound as she returned to her slow descent along Adam's body. Reaching the waist of his jeans, she looked up to see Adam's hooded eyes following her every move. “You want this, baby?” Carly asked coyly.

  “Oh God, baby...I need you,” he moaned. If this had been any other woman, he would have gotten sick of the cock-tease games and sent her on her way. With Carly, it only served to make him harder in anticipation.

  Carefully, she slid one hand into the waistband of his jeans as she released the button. Adam thought he was going to explode as Carly's fingernails brushed lightly against his thickness.

  It would have been easy to overpower Carly and take her but tonight he wanted her to have complete control. This night would set the tone for all future nights. He reminded himself of that while she lowered the zipper on his jeans one millimeter at a time.

  “You know, I do still have to go home tomorrow night. Are you planning on teasing me right up until then so that I go home with blue balls?” Adam asked only half-joking.

  Carly looked up at him with hooded eyes. “Maybe,” she purred, slowly stroking his hard shaft. “I think teasing you sounds like a damn good idea.” She dipped her head down to trace her tongue around the head of Adam's cock. “But I promise I won't let you leave with blue balls.”

  Adam propped himself on his elbows so that he could watch as Carly sucked him deep into the back of her throat. He had been on the receiving end of many blowjobs in his life, but something about the way Carly turned her head slightly as she sucked hard that made his cock twitch in her mouth. “Carly, you need to stop, baby. I don't wanna...fuck, baby...” When Carly reached between his legs and started massaging his balls in her delicate fingers, Adam was sure he was going to come hard enough to blow off the back of Carly's head. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this much pressure building behind his orgasm. “Baby, please,” he begged, pulling her away from his cock, and up his body until she was laying on top of him.

  “Now, it's my turn,” Adam whispered, biting and sucking his way down her neck. He rolled Carly onto the mattress so that she was laying on her back next to him. Her breathing became quick and shallow as she waited to see what he was going to do. The only thing Adam knew was that he wanted both of them naked. Now.

  With as wound up as he was, his fine motor skills were failing him. He fumbled while trying to remove Carly's shorts and barely managed to take off his pants before he was perched between her legs.

  No matter how close Adam was to losing himself, he couldn't plunge into Carly without pleasuring her first. This wasn't a meaningless screw. She'd given him permission to take the lead, and he wasn't about to fail her and have her torment him again.

  What in the hell? Since when do I need permission to be in charge?

  Dropping his head to the apex of Carly's thighs, Adam brushed the tip of his tongue against her drenched flesh. He couldn't believe she'd gotten this worked up without her allowing him to touch her. That thought made him anxious to make her drip at his touch.

  When Carly bucked her hips against him, Adam pressed on her hips to hold her to the bed. “Not yet,” he laughed.

  ***

  Carly wished she hadn't toyed with Adam for so long. Now that she had relinquished control to him, she knew he was going to torture her just as much before allowing her to feel him inside of her.

  She wanted to thrust her hips against his face. The long licks with the flat of his tongue were maddening. There was no doubt in her mind that his mouth was talented wherever it went to work. When he sucked and nipped at her swollen clit, it was impossible to resist the cries of ecstasy.

  “Enough, baby,” she moaned. “I need you inside of me. Now.” The cocky bastard didn't even lift his head; he simply smiled against her smooth lips and continued driving her to a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Once Carly came down from the edge, Adam pulled himself up so that they were lying chest to chest.

  “Was there something else you wanted?” Adam asked between kisses to the hollow of Carly's neck.

  “You. Now,” she panted. At least she was pretty sure that's what came out of her mouth. She couldn't be sure.

  “Is this what you want?” Adam asked gently grinding his cock against her still throbbing clit.

  “Please,” she begged. Their mouths crashed together in a passionate kiss. Much to her dismay, Adam actually arched his hips away from her so that she could no longer feel his length between her legs. “Please,” she pleaded, “I need to feel you.”

  “Since you said please,” Adam said, their lips still pressed against one another. Lowering his hips until their bodies met again Adam continued their passionate kiss.

  Both of them shuddered as Adam eased his cock into Carly's wet folds. It had been so long since Carly had felt a man enter her; it was a pleasurable pain
feeling as Adam stretched her.

  When he filled her to the hilt, she could feel his cock pulsating against her.

  “Damn, baby,” Adam sighed, “you're so hot.” He eased out before thrusting back in more forcefully. “I don't know if I can go slow this time.”

  Carly dug her nails into his back. “Who said I want you to go slow?” she asked.

  “I just--” Adam started to respond before Carly pulled his lips to her to stop him.

  “No,” she demanded, looking directly into his ice blue eyes, “there's plenty of time for slow. Do what you need to do this time.”

  As if her permission were all he needed, Adam grabbed Carly's ankles and pulled them to his shoulders. She'd driven him to the point of no return so that he savored pounding into her time after time, feeling his balls slapping against her as they tightened.

  Not wanting his release without hers, Adam reached between her thighs and started circling Carly's swollen clit with his fingers. Almost immediately, she was bucking hard to meet his thrusts, and they both let go.

  “That was so much better than getting on a plane,” Adam laughed. He brushed the honey blonde hair away from Carly's face kissing her gently after every swipe of his hands. “You agree?”

  Carly nodded, unable to form words. While theirs hadn't been a marathon session in the bedroom, it was absolutely powerful.

  “I'm assuming that's a good thing?” Adam said pulling her back to his chest.

  She nodded again. “It's so gonna suck when you leave.”

  Adam laughed, “Just remember that this was your idea. I was okay going home without validation that we'd be incredible together, but you just had to know.”

  “Yeah, that was either my best idea or the worst idea ever,” she sighed. “You'd better find a way to get back here soon.”

  “As soon as I can, baby. I already told you that, even without the record breaking sex,” he said, “But I can guarantee I'm going to be racing to get here as soon as my plane lands, so you'd better be ready.”

  “Is that a threat or a promise?” Carly asked playfully.

  Adam smirked, “Guess you'll have to wait to find out.”

  Chapter Five

  “We need to talk about what we’re going to do when I come home next week,” Carly called to the bedroom as she put the finishing touches on her makeup.

  For the past six weeks, she and Adam had lived in a safe little bubble. Not one person in New York knew about their connection, so they didn’t have to worry about anyone judging their relationship. The thought of being back in Brooklyn and having to answer questions made Carly more than a little nervous.

  “What is there to discuss?” Adam asked, poking his head through the open bathroom door. “You’re an adult, I’m an adult and we’re crazy about each other. Seems pretty self-explanatory to me.”

  Carly set down the straightening iron and slid her arms around his waist. “I know, but I don’t think it’s the right time for everyone back home to know yet.”

  Seeing the wounded look on Adam’s face, Carly wondered if she was making an enormous mistake. She wanted to explain to him that it was hard enough for her to admit to herself how she felt about him without having to tell other people, but she worried he wouldn’t understand her feelings. He should, given the fact that they’d been through similar situations with parents leaving them, but hers was different. He had memories of his mom. He was old enough to know why she left when he did. Carly, on the other hand, still had no clue why her mom found it so easy to cast her aside.

  “Why not?” Adam groaned. They had talked about all of this before, and each time seemed to frustrate him more. Was she going to push him away if she didn’t give in?

  “I worry about Julia,” Carly said softly. “She’s been through a lot already, and she just moved back. With everything going on with Micah, I just think hearing that we’re together might be too much.” It wasn’t what she wanted to say, but she feared telling him the full truth would send him running. Who wanted a woman whose damage was so obvious? That was one more hurdle she wondered if they would ever be able to get over; she didn’t need him worrying about that too.

  Adam’s eyes grew wide, and his face tensed. “Back? As in back to Brooklyn? And what about everything going on with Micah?” he asked tersely raising his fingers to make air quotes around the statement about his sister and her ex.

  Carly dropped her gaze to the floor. How did Adam not know Julia was back in their hometown? For whatever reason, Julia hadn’t mentioned it to Carly, but she didn't realize Julia would have kept something like that from her family.

  If Gran hadn’t called this morning, Carly still wouldn’t know. She should have never mentioned anything to Adam about Micah and Julia seeing each other. Their break-up had been hard on everyone within their circle. The fact that Julia hadn't mentioned that tidbit to her overprotective little brother didn't surprise her in the least.

  “You didn’t know?” Carly asked meekly, her eyes still fixated on the stained tile floor.

  Adam growled, “No, I obviously didn’t know. All she told me was she was coming back to Wisconsin. If she’d mentioned anything about moving back to Brooklyn, I would have told her it was a terrible idea.”

  “Gee Adam,” Carly said sarcastically, “why do you think she didn’t tell you then? She's probably sick of everyone telling her what to do. So how, exactly, do you think it would have helped her? If anything, it would have pissed her off and she would have come back sooner.”

  “And what's going on with Micah?” Adam snapped. “Don't even tell me they're getting back together. That would be the worst--”

  Carly shook her head, “No, I don't think it's anything like that. Actually, from what Gran said, it's most certainly nothing like that.” Satisfied with her appearance, Carly turned off the bathroom light, and ducked under Adam's arm to escape his glare.

  “What did Gran say?” Adam asked through clenched teeth.

  Carly shrugged, “Apparently he was pretty upset when he got home last night. This morning, all he would tell Gran was that he blew it with her again. He told her everything.”

  Even in a city with over eight million people, Adam and Carly were still managing to churn the rumor mill of their hometown of five thousand people. If it weren’t for the fact that this bit of gossip came from her grandmother, and dealt with Adam's sister, Carly would have felt guilty about the conversation.

  “Everything?” Adam asked, failing to hide the shock in his voice and on his face.

  “Yep, everything,” Carly nodded. “And if that's the case, I just worry that adding us on top of the news she's processing about him and getting used to being single might be a bit much for your sister to take on right now.”

  It didn't sit well with Adam that Carly was asking him to keep their relationship a secret. He wanted nothing more than to walk into the street dance with her on his arm. What she was asking was ridiculous.

  “Okay, so we've spent almost two months busting our asses to make things work between us,” Adam stated pacing around the bedroom. “I've worked as hard as I can to get out here to see you as often as possible without raising red flags at work. But now, because my sister might not like it, I'm supposed to pretend like you're still just my sister's friend for an entire weekend that we're together?”

  Carly's shoulders slumped. When he put it that way, it did sound pretty pathetic. “I just...I don't want her mad at me,” she confessed. “I think it'd be better for all of us if we wait until a better time. Think about how much has already been thrown her way in the past few days.”

  “When would be a better time for you, Carly?” he barked. This was the first time they fought, and Carly winced at the harshness in his tone.

  “Adam,” she sighed reaching for him, his pacing driving her crazy, “I don't want to fight with you about this. Like you said, we're crazy about each other, and I don't want to screw that up by having Julia mad at either one of us.”

  This is exa
ctly why Carly didn't do relationships. They were far too complicated, and she always managed to say the wrong thing. Life was much easier when she didn't try to guess what others were thinking.

  “So basically, you're saying how Julia feels is more important than how I feel?” he seethed.

  This was not going well at all. Logically, she could understand his train of thought but he was way off the mark. Carly wished she could make him see she was trying to do what would make their lives easier. She thought about coming clean with him and letting him know how scared she was of her feelings for him, but she couldn’t do it.

  “No,” she said placing her hand firmly on his chest. “It's not that at all. Well, it is, but only because I have more faith in you to handle this crazy request than I have in her to not flip out on us. I'm only going to be there for a few days, and I don't want to deal with any drama.”

  Instead, she was creating drama before she even got on the plane. She was risking the first decent thing she'd had in a long time over the opinion of someone she hadn't seen in years. Was it worth it? Was it possible for things to go wrong if their friends and family knew? Yes, she decided, there was an excellent chance of chaos if everyone knew. Maybe not now, but when things didn’t work out, it would drive a wedge between her and everyone she cared about for so many years.

  “Fine,” Adam sighed. “I still think it's bullshit. You know better than anyone that I'd never do anything to upset her, and I don't think this will. But I'm not going to spend my time here this week fighting with you about it.”

  “Remember, it’s not like she’s been open and honest with you either,” Carly pointed out. “Hell, she didn’t even tell you she was moving back to town. You had no clue that your own sister was living that close to you. How screwed up is that?” It was a low blow, but maybe if he could see that his sister wasn’t forthcoming either, he would be okay with this little secret. At least for a little while.

  There was no satisfaction when Adam stormed out of the bedroom without responding to her observation. Carly flinched when the door to the apartment slammed. She debated running after him to tell him she changed her mind. She didn't, fearing that if she did it would set a precedent for future fights that he could storm off like an immature ass, and she'd cave to his wishes. Caving was not something Carly did for anyone. On the other hand, if keeping their status a secret was going to cause issues this severe, was it worth it? Was she throwing their relationship away because she couldn’t let the world know how happy she was when she was with Adam?