Ask Adam by Jess Dee Page B

meet his as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
     
    Better. At least now she was massaging herself on his cock. She rocked against him and he thickened and grew beneath her movements. She groaned into his mouth and he responded by nicking her tongue with his teeth.
     
    The layers of clothing between them only heightened his sense of the forbidden. He shouldn’t be doing this. She was trouble. The thought didn’t stop him from kissing her. She was aroused and he was hard, and she was bucking wildly against him, making soft mewling sounds that echoed in his stomach and his heart.
     
    God help him, she had him so hot, so aroused, that if they carried on this way, he’d lose it right here in the slowly descending lift. Fully clothed.
     
    Even as he thought it, her legs stiffened around him. She cried out, stilled completely, and just like that, she climaxed.
     
    Her body shuddered and shook in his arms, and she panted in his ear, the warm uneven puffs of air tickling his neck. He held her tight as she slowed to erratic shivers, knowing that if she groaned so much as once, he’d come too. He was so close. So bloody close. There was little to no chance of holding out. Hearing her voice her satisfaction would do him in completely.
     
    Focus on the headache. Suffer the pain. It was a vague tickle compared to the throbbing in his cock.
     
    The lift dinged.
     
    Her horrified gasp gave him the control he so desperately needed.
     
    “Close your eyes,” he ordered as common sense returned in a rush. “Relax your neck, drop your head back and for Christ sake, trust me.”
     
     
     
     
     
    By the time the doors slid open to reveal the ground floor of the building, Lexi lay seemingly unconscious in his arms, her face hot and her breathing irregular.
     
    “She just needs some air,” Riley said as he began to walk, his steps fast and purposeful. “Give me some space and I’ll get her outside. She’ll be fine.”
     
    Just as well he carried her, because the orgasm had ripped through her from nowhere. One minute she was frantically rubbing against him, desperate to have him inside her, and the next she was convulsing madly around his waist before collapsing, once again, in a boneless heap in his arms.
     
    If her life had depended on it, she couldn’t have walked out of the lift.
     
    Oh, God. How could she lose it like that? What was the matter with her? He’d called her a whore, for heaven’s sake. He’d treated her like one. How had she responded? She’d gone and behaved like one.
     
    With one kiss, she’d come apart at the seams.
     
    Except it wasn’t just the kiss.
     
    There was something about AJ Riley. No matter what other emotions he evoked in her—extreme rage or warm content—when he was around, a savage, sexual hunger besieged her. A hunger only he could sate.
     
    A rush of air hit her. They were outside. She opened one eye and looked at him, aware her face must be a thousand different shades of purple.
     
    “You okay?” he asked. The timbre of his voice was warm honey and liquid sex, and she simply could not respond.
     
    He walked to a shadowed alcove. “I’m going to put you down now,” he warned and the hot honey dripped over her skin.
     
    She shuddered.
     
    “I’m going to put you down,” he repeated unnecessarily and didn’t move.
     
    He simply held her and she simply let him.
     
    Until she realized she must weigh a ton and shifted in his arms.
     
    Carefully, he removed his arm from beneath her knees, the same arm with which he held her briefcase, and she eased her feet to the ground. He kept his other arm behind her back, so the only way she could maneuver herself into an upright position without knocking them both over was to slide down his body.
     
    Dear Lord, he was still just as hard as he’d been in the lift—and she was just as flustered. She tilted her head and looked up at him, found herself drowning in his blue eyes. “Mr. Riley,