A Year to Remember (26 page)

I knew I had no reason to feel jealous. I considered going over to Adam and kissing him on the lips in order to mark my territory. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I felt jealous.

I leaned into David, laughing at his terrible jokes while making sure I touched his arm every now and then. I caught Adam’s eye, and he was not happy. In fact, I worried he might come over and punch out David.

That made me extremely pleased.

“Are you?” David asked. I must have missed his question, too engrossed in watching Adam to listen.

“Am I what?”

“Are you going to the meet and greet in the hotel bar? It’s optional, but everyone’s going.”

That would be the perfect time to sneak off to Adam’s room without anyone noticing.

“No, I’m going to get some sleep. The schedule has us up at six, and I need to get at least ten hours of sleep to catch up,” I lied.

“In fact, I’m going to head upstairs right now. I’m beat,” I said, loud enough for Adam to hear.

David looked disappointed, but he’d get over it. I said goodbye to my new friends and headed to my room. I got on the elevator, and Adam ran in right after me.

“I think you’re supposed to come with me,” he said, backing me against the wall of the elevator. He trapped me placing one hand on either side of my head and leaned to kiss me. Before our lips touched, the elevator door opened and an elderly couple came in with us.

I squeezed my thighs together to tamper down on my building desire, but all it did was cause it to spike higher. I was in serious trouble. He hadn’t even kissed me yet!

I could barely breathe, the sexual tension was so thick. As soon as the elevator door opened to his floor, he grabbed me and pulled me to his room. Flinging the door open, he yanked me into the room and slammed the door behind us. He turned around, stepping toward me and trapping me like a caged animal against the door of his room.

“You seem to have this thing about trapping me. Afraid I’m going to run away?” I teased.

“Yes,” he answered sincerely. Then the man I’ve fantasized about since childhood lightly pressed his soft lips against mine.

He sighed and deepened the kiss, using his tongue to lick my lips before slowly penetrating my mouth with his tongue. The taste of his mouth and the feel of him against me sent me reeling.

I recognized it.

I had dreamed of it for months.

I pulled away and placed my hands flat against his chest. “It was you. You kissed me at my brother’s wedding. Why?”

He must have known I’d figure it out, but my question still threw him for a loop. “I had the opportunity, and I took it.”

“Why didn’t you reveal yourself to me? Why kiss me in the dark?”

“I didn’t have the guts to tell you. I was afraid you’d reject me.” He brought me to his bed, and we sat on the edge, thigh to thigh.

“You? Afraid?” I said in disbelief.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since we watched
A Nightmare on Elm Street
, he admitted.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I think I knew you’d be it for me. I wasn’t ready for you. Instead, I pushed you away. Like a stupid kid pulling a pretty girl’s ponytail, I’d tease you just to get a reaction out of you. I figured you hating me was as close to you loving me as I was going to get.”

“But all these years ...” Adam’s declaration of his intense feelings for me confused me.

“That night at your brother’s wedding, I tried to tell you how I felt, but you were intoxicated, and then you swore to get married by next February ...” He paused and then revealed, “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to date you on a time table.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t want to have to date you if it meant we had to be married within the year. It’s a lot of pressure.”

“Well imagine being the one to announce it to a room full of friends and family,” I retorted. “Then you’ll know pressure.”

“Sara?” he said quietly.

“Yes?”

He put his fingers on my lips. “Stop talking.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

He kissed me and shifted my body so that I sat on his lap facing toward him. I felt his erection against my leg and I sent a silent prayer to God he’d be as big as he felt.

He took his time trailing soft kisses across my cheeks, my eyes, my nose ... He moved on to nibble on my ear, swirling his tongue lightly inside, gently blowing in my ear each touch of his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, more sensual than the last. My clothes tightened against my skin as I began to feel an ache in my breasts and between my legs. I wanted, I needed, to feel his naked skin against mine. The world tilted on its axis, the room spinning around me while I instinctively ground my pelvis against his and moaned in arousal.

I craved more of him, and I took it by possessing his mouth with mine. I licked his neck, his ear, and discovered he’d involuntarily moan when I nipped the area above his collarbone.

We stopped to gaze into each other’s eyes trying to catch our breaths. His index finger worked its way down from my neck to my cleavage before he lifted my T-shirt off my body and unhooked my bra with ease, baring my breasts.

I expected his touch to change, to become more frantic, more urgent. He savored each moment, using his fingers to circle around my nipple until I quivered with need. He never took his eyes off of my face when he brushed his knuckles against my nipples, then using his fingers to tease them and roll them. Then he smiled as he dipped his head to tongue each one, lightly sucking and biting them until I thought I’d burst from pleasure.

I shadowed his movements, tugging off his shirt to touch his chest and run my fingers over his dark, flat nipples. To me, Adam epitomized masculinity with his broad shoulders and hairy chest. I felt intoxicated on his scent, a combination of sweet and spicy I recognized as uniquely Adam.

He flipped us over, so that he lay on top of me, face to face, returning to kiss me as though the world would end tonight. Each touch, each kiss ignited my senses and my body responded to it as if it belonged to Adam, waiting for his commands.

He kissed his way to my stomach, paying careful attention to my sensitive nipples, while thankfully ignoring my stretch marks that marked my body since puberty. Then I felt his hands on the button of my jeans and then on my legs as he removed my pants leaving me wearing only a pair of unsexy black panties. I didn’t have long to think about it, because Adam removed the very last barrier between him and my sex.

While a small part of me felt shy and uncomfortable at my vulnerability, the majority strained to feel Adam’s touch. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, lost in the bliss of his fingers parting me to find the spot that cried out for attention. Adam needed no lesson on a woman’s body, stroking me the way I had always dreamed of being stroked, my body responding the way I had always dreamed it would respond. He took his time figuring out how to please me by listening to the cues of my moans and cries of pleasure.

Adam took me to the edge of climax again and again. When I finally came, I experienced the most intense pleasure of my life.

I expected him to demand his due share, but he continued to caress me. Then, with no warning, I felt his tongue inside of me and then on my clitoris. I think my body shot a foot off the bed, causing him to laugh and lift his head.

“Is this okay?”

“Mmm Hmm,” I responded, unable to talk at the moment.

He continued to work me with his mouth and tongue, using every technique that my friends and I had discussed at Drag Queen Bingo. When his fingers delved inside to find the right spot, I came a second time so forcefully it brought tears to my eyes.

Adam rolled over to grab his wallet, taking out a condom.

“Would you like to put this on me?”

“Hell yes,” I exclaimed grabbing it out of his hand. Before I put the condom on him, I moved my hand up and down to do some exploring of my own.

“Sara?”

“Yes, Adam?

“You’d better put the condom on before I embarrass myself. I need to be inside of you,” he growled sexily.

I giggled as I put the condom on him.

We returned to him on top of me, gazing deep into my eyes as I spread my legs to welcome him into my body. We moaned in unison as Adam and I made love for our very first time. When he cried out my name as he climaxed, he took me with him.

I had never come so many times in my life. My body felt sore and used and wonderful.

He whispered, “I love you,” before I fell asleep, unable to stay conscious a minute longer.