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I woke up to the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand and reached for it to make the annoying sound stop. I narrowed my eyes as I stared at the screen, the light coming from it was blinding me.
What the hell? A text message from Sean. I didn't even read it, just threw my phone back where it was.
I slowly shifted in bed and the weight and warmth of Adam's hand over my hip pulling me to him made me smile.
"Everything ok?" His voice was hoarse from sleeping, but I really don't think I've heard anything sexier than that before. He kissed my shoulder blade before I answered.
"Everything's perfect." I twisted my head to get a glimpse of his face, the smile on his lips matched mine. "Go back to sleep, you still have a few more minutes." I lifted my head up to leave a quick kiss on his chin before I got out of bed.
Adam had brought our clothes to my room last night, so I took his red flannel shirt from the feet of the bed and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.
After a few minutes I was padding to the kitchen, my hair was wet and I was just wearing my underwear and his shirt, god was it comfortable and the intoxicating smell of his cologne was the cherry on the cake.
I stopped to lean against the wall with my arms crossed in front of my chest to appreciate the view.
He was standing in front of the stove making something for breakfast, by the smell of it I was sure it was French toast, in nothing but his black boxers.
I walked over to him and enveloped his waist with my arms, leaving a soft kiss on his bare back before resting my face against it.
"Good morning." I felt his thumb run through my knuckles. "Hope you don't mind, I started making some breakfast."
"I don't mind at all. It smells great by the way." I let go and stood next to him leaning against the kitchen counter.
"I'm pretty sure the great smell is you." He turned the stove off and planted a kiss in the crook of my neck.
"Adam." I tried to scold him, but his name came out more like a whimper.
"What?" he whined. "You know… you, wearing my clothes like that, it does things to me." He pushed the shirt slowly down my shoulder as his lips started to travel down my collar bone. I let a moan escape my mouth and my fingers desperately tangled the hair in the nape of his neck.
"What things?" I asked out of reflex because the only thing I could focus on was the touch of his lips against my skin.
"Things that I can't really control." His hands were now firmly placed in the curve of my waist under his shirt. His touch and warmth was affecting my judgment as well, so I dipped my head to kiss his neck and slightly pulled his earlobe with my teeth. I instantly heard a muffled groan coming from him, and I think that turned me on even more. "Don't do this to me. You're playing with fire, Burgess." He said almost in a whisper due to his mouth being so close to my ear.
"Maybe I want to get burned." That comment did it. He grabbed my neck and hit my lips with a bruising kiss before he spun me around. His mouth was on my neck again and his hands moved up and down the sides of my body and that contact was driving me crazy; the goosebumps gave me away. As I was holding on to the edge of the counter with my hands I could feel his lips just where the collar of the shirt ended, strolling them from one shoulder to the other, his hands were firm in my hips until they began to play with the straps of my underwear. He clearly pulled those down in record time.
His hands found mine and our fingers entwined, helping me hold myself up using the counter as support. It was now his teeth pulling my earlobe and that's the exact moment my brain shut down. I felt his knee slightly moving my legs apart and I hopelessly gave in to his lead.
To have him standing behind me was the perfect mixture of desperation and exhilaration. I wanted to be in control of something, at least touching his lips with mine, but it was him who was taking care of everything and oh boy was he doing a great job.
His thrusts were both wild and tender, making it hard for me to breathe.
How the fuck could he manage to do that? How could this feel so right?
When we both released, I literally felt my body trembling. Adam spun me around again so that I could face him and pressed his lips against mine as he held me tight in his strong arms.
I rested my forehead on his shoulder trying to even out the panting and hugged him around his waist.
"You ok?" He asked after leaving a kiss on the top of my head.
"Yeah. Very." I answered without moving my head from where it was.
"That was one hell of a great way to start the day."
"Fuck yeah." We both chuckled. The sweat was running down my spine, dampening his flannel. "Hey, Ruze…"
"Yes…"
"Thank you."
"What for?"
"For not giving up on me." He took my face between his hands leaving his thumbs on my cheeks. I'm not sure when was the last time I saw him smile so bright. He leaned in and softly pecked my lips.
"There is no way I would have given up on you." He moved one strand of hair behind my ear and this time it was my lips that pecked his.
"I'm keeping this," I began to bunch his flannel in my hand. "and washing it because it's all sweaty and gross. And I'm taking another shower because I'm as sweaty and gross as your shirt." I scrunched my nose as I finished the sentence. The smirk on his face hinted that he was about to throw a cocky comment.
"I bet you didn't have that face when you were sweating this thing up." I instantly blushed.
"You are such an ass." I said while trying to hold in the chuckle with no succes whatsoever. "But, you are right, I probably did not have this face. Too bad you didn't get to see it." He leaned to kiss me, but I dodged him and attempted to turn around to go to the bathroom, but the touch of his hands on my waist and his eyes linked with mine were all I needed to stay in place.
God, I was so screwed.
"Don't tease me like that. You know, I would've loved to see that face." He grabbed my wrists and hooked my arms around his neck while his hands went back to my hips.
"If you don't get mad, we could not eat you delicious French toast and instead you could join me in the shower, maybe get a glimpse of that face you're talking about." His hands travelled to the back of my thighs and he lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his hip and began to giggle.
"You're going to be the death of me." That was the last thing he said before walking us to the bathroom.
