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All was silent.
His voice reached a part of her that hadn't been touched for months. She froze. His eyes grew dark and she looked away, trying to keep her composure. Her blush reached down to her toes.
Adam sat up, leaning closer to her, causing her breath to go shallow. She could almost feel his breathing in the air around her. She wanted to jump up and get away from him. She wanted to distance herself and rationalize that he'd just gotten home and this wasn't logical. But she didn't move. Her brain had been taken over by the simple thought: 'how far will this go?'
He touched her knee and she looked down, suddenly grounded, her breath quickening and her pulse beating in her throat. His hands were rough and warm. As she looked at them, she could almost feel them touching the rest of her body like they'd done months ago. Her skin began to ache.
"It may have been months, but I still remember how to please you," he whispered. It sounded like a promise.
When she looked up, his dark eyes were closer than they were a second ago. Her breath hitched in her throat.
He eyed her lips and wondered how long it would take to make her beg him to kiss her. He would wait until she begged, until she couldn't go along with his lead anymore, until she had to act.
His hand found its way to the top of her thigh, where her hand was resting, as he leaned over her. She closed her eyes and felt his breath on her ear, his lips on her neck, teasing her skin.
Adam smirked. "Tell me to stop and I will..."
As she opened her eyes, her hands were behind his head, fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him to kiss her. He grinned as he leaned in, victorious.
She kissed him with urgency, letting her tension melt away. His arms slid around her, pulling her closer, his hard body colliding with hers, fingers gripping hard, the way she liked, the way she missed.
In an instant, he pulled her to her feet, lips still locked and her hands behind his neck.
He half dragged her to her bedroom, a place he'd yearned for since he stepped foot into her apartment.
Adam pushed her onto the bed roughly, his eyes dark and his chest hard. This was what he wanted. This was like it was. As she caught herself, he was on her, pushing her body down, dominating over her. She closed her eyes in memory of the feeling.
She urged him to kiss her harder, pulling his already forceful body closer. She relished it. He needed it.
He didn't want a woman who would lay underneath him, who would let him do whatever he wanted but just lay there, pathetic.
He missed Lauren. She, who pushed for him to kiss her harder, for him to overpower her as she trusted him, as she pushed back against him and encouraged him to be rough.
He wanted her fingers pulling at his hair, her nails against his chest, her lips on his neck.
He pushed her down, his hand tightened around her wrists and she felt bruises form. She didn't care. It felt delicious. Her hands were pinned in one of his behind her back, underneath her, his lips on her neck.
They fell into a rhythm they'd known so well. He knew exactly what she wanted and how much he could do with her. There was no guesswork. He didn't have to hint at what he liked or ask her to do it, she already knew.
Relief and familiarity filled her as he held her down. Although they'd been apart, she trusted him. He knew her limits, what was okay and what wasn't. He knew what she liked and how to make it better.
As she arched against him, he pushed her down with his chest, keeping her still and in place. If she tried to kiss him, he'd turn away and then continue his assault on her neck. She could feel him grinning.
He kissed her as her quick pulse and heavy breathing fueled his testosterone, raging him on. He moved down her neck to her shoulders, nuzzling and then biting, making her arch against him, demanding more.
Lauren had been with different men, but none like Adam.