Ask Adam (21 page)

“The one at her clinic,” Annie answered.

“What clinic?” Adam asked.

“Amy’s a fertility counselor,” Lexi told him. “She works at the IVF clinic here in the Eastern Suburbs.” It suddenly hit her. She gaped at Leona. “You’re not?”

It was Leona and Annie’s turn to smile intimately. “We are.”

No wonder Leona had insisted on dinner tonight.

“You are what?” Daniel asked them, and then turned to Amy. “And why didn’t you tell me you knew about Leona and Annie all along?”

Amy shrugged. “Patient confidentiality.”

“Patient confid… Oh my God.” It was Daniel’s turn to gape.

“We’re going to be parents,” Leona said with a twinkle in her eye. “Annie’s pregnant.”

The table erupted in chaos.

They were well into their main course before the oohing and aahing died down and Lexi noticed that Adam was more subdued than he’d been at the beginning of the evening. It was her turn to place her hand on his leg.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

“Fine,” he answered.

“You’re very quiet.”

“Don’t have much to say.”

Of course he didn’t. His thoughts were on Timmy. “The baby talk getting to you?”

He was saved from having to answer by a waiter clearing their plates away.

“We don’t have to stay, you know?” Lexi said.

“Dessert’s on its way.”

“We can get it to go.”

“It’s a special evening. We can’t leave yet.”

“You sure you’re up to this?”

“Positive.”

“You’re a nice man, AJ Riley.”

“Adam,” he corrected.

“You’re a nice man, Adam.”

A few minutes later, Lexi paused with her spoon mid-air. Adam’s gaze burned her. The heat in his eyes made her breath catch.

“Is it good?” he asked, motioning to the spoon. The crème brûlée hung suspended between them.

“Very,” she answered. All she could think was how much better it would taste eaten off his naked stomach. With a shaky hand, she put the spoon in her mouth.

He watched her, his pupils dilating. “Looks delicious.” His voice was low and a little hoarse.

The creamy custard slid down her throat, sweet and smooth and satisfying. “It is.”

“You have…” he touched her lower lip, “…a drop, just here.” He wiped it off and then brought his finger to his mouth.

Her own lips parted as he licked off the cream. Christ, he was right. The dessert looked delicious.

Their eyes caught and locked and the rest of the room disappeared.

* * *

He clamped his hand over hers, stopping her from opening the door. “If you don’t want me to stay the night, tell me now,” Adam growled in her ear. “Because once I step foot in your unit, you are mine.” This wasn’t like him. Usually he didn’t need anyone. Since the weekend, since he’d spilled his guts to her, he seemed to need her more than ever.

“You’re going to Hong Kong tomorrow, Adam. Of course I want you to stay the night.”

Damn it, he didn’t want to go overseas. Not now. But perhaps it was better; perhaps he needed to put a little distance between them—before he did something really dumb, like fall for her.

“Besides.” She smiled at him, flashing her sexy dimples. “I got the dessert to go after all.” She let them into the apartment.

“A single helping wasn’t enough?” He could probably force a spoon or two down—after he’d had his way with her.

“Let’s just say…” she paused and her eyes flickered to his groin, “…I wasn’t overly fond of the way it was served.”

His pulse jolted to a jerky gallop. “What, you didn’t like the plates?”

“The plates were fine,” she said. Her lips looked luscious, inviting. “I just thought the crème brûlée would taste better if I licked it off you.”

The blood in his veins emptied into his groin. He was hooked. The more he saw of her, the more he wanted her. Was it the fact that she was whole, healthy? That she’d been through shit and she’d dealt with it, come out a better person for it? Unlike him?

Or was it the fact that she was hot and as turned on by him as he was by her? What had compelled him to confide in her about Timmy? How come he didn’t regret it? He’d wanted her to know. Wanted her to share his pain.

He hadn’t wanted to share his pain in a long time.

She was too far away; he pulled her to him, taking her mouth in a hot, steamy kiss. He tasted the sugary sweetness of the dessert on her tongue and the erotic promise of sex on her lips.

She was more than welcome to lick the dessert off him. Hell, she could suck it, bite it, nibble it or just plain eat until she’d had her fill. He tugged her shirt over her shoulders and made short work of her bra. She could eat whatever the hell she liked off him. After that, he was going to make love to her. He was going to bury himself deep in her tight, wet center and fuck her. Just like he had yesterday and the day before that. Just like he intended to do as soon as he got back from this business trip.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he rasped as he stripped off her low-cut pants and left her standing in nothing but a white, lacy thong. He shed his shirt without conscious thought.

His hands were on his zipper when she said, “Wait. Let me do it.”

Another dart of desire speared through him as she placed her hand where his had been a moment before and caressed him. She didn’t need to touch him. Just being with her was the biggest aphrodisiac of all.

The rasping movement of the zipper drove him damn near insane and he was ready for dessert long before she’d knelt down and drawn his jeans over his hips. He kicked off his shoes and the pants followed.

“Adam,” she murmured before touching her lips to his abdomen.

His stomach muscles clenched involuntarily under her lips and she moaned. Her warm breath caressed his belly button and then floated lower until faint puffs of air whispered over his cock. It twitched and grew, straining against his undies.

This was more than just sex. Whatever was transpiring between them was real and it scared the crap out of him. If it were anyone else, he’d hit the road.

Nothing could keep him away from Lexi.

Over the weekend, she hadn’t just given him physical release. He’d expressed and experienced emotions he hadn’t acknowledged in years. He’d shared Timmy with her.

He’d given her his son.

Lexi inched the confining material over his bulging member, freeing him. He could almost feel her mouth closing around him, taking his whole length in. He wanted those hot lips wrapped around him, sucking him dry.

“Follow me,” she said and stood.

“Where are we going?” He could hardly walk in this state.

“Not far.” She pointed to one of the armchairs in the lounge room. “Food tastes so much better when you’re sitting, don’t you think?”

She was in the mood to play. His own mood lightened even as his need intensified.

She snagged a bag from near the front door and flicked on a lamp in the lounge. Light flooded the room. “I like to see what I’m eating,” she told him.

“I like to watch you eat,” he said and sat. He was barely aware of the pillowed seat beneath his ass
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such was his anticipation. He’d watch her as she ate up every inch of his dick. If watching her eat dessert in the restaurant was any indication, watching her blow him would be staggering.

She pulled a small plastic tub from the bag and showed him. “Dessert,” she said and opened it, dipping her finger inside.

When she lifted it up again, it was covered in the creamy custard. He watched as she proceeded to treat her finger to exactly the same indulgence he’d fantasized about. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked it dry. His breathing shallowed as he struggled to stay seated. The need to haul her closer and push her head down into his lap was overpowering.

She dipped back into the tub, and then traced his mouth. Instinctively, he licked his lips, tasting the rich, sticky substance she’d left behind.

“Uh uh,” she warned. “No sharing.” She straddled him so her groin rubbed enticingly on his upper thighs. “I have to make this little tub last a long time.”

She lowered her head to his and starting with his upper lip, systematically licked off every drop of custard. Then she moved onto his lower lip to do the same, pausing to nibble here and suck there. When the outside of his mouth was clean, she dipped her tongue between his lips and kissed him, sharing her mouth, allowing him the tiniest sample of dessert. It was not the crème brûlée that had him desperate to taste more, but the salacious heat of her mouth.

His nipple tightened reflexively as something cold touched it. Lexi massaged it with her hand, rubbing custard into his skin. She released his mouth and lowered her head to taste the rigid nub. The gentle scrape of her teeth against the sensitive flesh, the hot licks of her tongue, were almost too much, the pleasure almost painful.

“Dessert taste any better?” he asked, struggling to form the words. His hands tangled in her hair, tugging on the silky strands as she worked her magic.

“A little,” she conceded before subjecting his other nipple to the same treatment.

If it weren’t for the promise of her mouth on his cock, he’d lift her up and slide her back down until he was sheathed in her body. But Adam was too selfish to hurry this exercise along. He intended to enjoy every second of it. Besides, if she sat on his dick now it would be game over.

She drew gooey lines down his stomach and climbed off him to kneel between his legs. The muscles in his gut clenched and unclenched in time with her tongue as she lapped up the sticky mess.

“It tastes better,” she said as she dabbed at the last drop of cream on his belly. “But there’s still something missing.” She dipped into the dessert again. “Something hard.” With her free hand, she cupped his balls and he nearly hit the roof as she stroked them. “And salty.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Something a lot more satisfying than dessert.” She slathered the crème over his cock, making good and sure to cover every visible spot of skin.

The contrast of the chilled cream under her warm skin had him squirming in his seat. How would he feel in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth?

Electrifying.

Her greedy mouth was everywhere, voraciously lapping up the dessert, licking him clean, sucking at the more difficult spots. Supper had clearly not satisfied her appetite; she devoured him with a fierce hunger.

He forced oxygen into his air-depleted lungs. Good God, where had she learned to do that? Her carnal tongue wrenched a groan from deep in his gut. The pressure built. His balls tightened.

She massaged them lightly, erotically, as her mouth consumed him.

“Lexi. Christ, sweetheart…stop!”

She sucked a little harder, took him in a little deeper.

“Lexi, Jesus…” It was too much. He couldn’t stop. Not now. He exploded, pumping semen into her mouth.

She stilled as he came, waiting until he’d spent every last drop. When he finished, she looked him dead in the eye, and with her mouth still wrapped around him, swallowed the whole damn lot.

He collapsed against the back of his chair, winded.

What the hell? He should be soft, should be utterly spent. He wasn’t. Not by a long shot. Lexi ran her tongue up the length of his cock and he shuddered, oversensitized to every miniscule touch. She grazed her teeth over his tip.

“Lexi,” he groaned, dazed by her renewed assault. Adrenalin coursed through him. His cock, semi-erect after he came, roared back to life. A strangled groan escaped him and he stilled her head with his hands. “I can’t,” he growled.

“Oh, believe me,” she said as she rose. “You can and you will.”