Delayed Delivery (Pursuit, #2.5) by Liv Bennett Page B

cameras all around us.”
    I’m crestfallen, upset by his hostile rejection. It’s not like we didn’t have sex before in the car at places with an abundance of cameras.
    “I’m sorry, baby,” he says when he notices the shock on my face and leans toward me for a kiss. “Let’s get home first, okay?”
    I nod, still resentful at his unusual disinterest and make it a point to remain silent throughout the ride. It’s hard to maintain my calm, when he’s at a kissing distance and his hot, manly scent spreading all through the car.
    Back at home, I head directly to the bedroom to change and grab my bathrobe to hit the shower, hoping Adam will follow me in and give me a mind-blowing orgasm under the water. My hopes crash when he walks out of the bedroom, still fully clothed.
    What the hell is his problem now? We aren’t in public, nor are we surrounded by cameras. What is his excuse for not having sex with me in the privacy of his home?
    “Adam,” I call and wait for him to come back, trying to keep my frustration out of my voice. “Won’t you have a shower with me?”
    He shakes his head no, lifting an eyebrow. Something must be seriously wrong for him to decline an offer of sex. “I’ll cook the dinner.”
    Who cares about the dinner, unless it’s served on my naked body and he licks the food off of me? I don’t. Obviously. “I’m not hungry for food; I’m hungry for you, baby.”
    One of his trademark smiles that radiate panty-dropping sensuality plays across his lips, and I melt, as if I weren’t already horny for him. “Let’s eat first, and we need to talk, too.”
    “Talk about what?” I survey his face to figure out what is going on in his mind. What kind of talk is it that he can’t touch me before getting it out of his mind?
    “Just wait. Take your shower and come to the kitchen, will you?”
    “Tell me now what it is,” I say the words slowly to emphasize my curiosity and growing angst. “Did you do something during my absence?” I pause for a moment for his reaction, wondering why he’s being so adamant about keeping me in dark. “Did you… cheat on me?”
    “Here we go again.”
    “Did you?”
    “Of course not.” He approaches me, slips his strong arms around my waist, and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead. “I’m flattered by your jealousy, but I don’t want you worrying about something that’ll never happen. Instead, worry about how to keep your vagina in shape for several rounds of exhausting sexual gymnastics, because I’m going to fuck you ’til you pass out.”
    I sigh and wait for the little tremor his words are giving me to run its course. “Why don’t you do that now? I’m in desperate need of passing out. I haven’t passed out for such a long time I’ve forgotten how delicious it feels.”
    He laughs, pulls away from me—again!—and heads out of the bedroom without saying a word, leaving me alone in my deprivation.
    I soap my body three times in the shower, while waiting for him to change his mind at the last minute, then give up, and get out.
    On our bed lies a red, mini dress and matching lace panties with a note on top of them.
    I’d love to see you in this dress. I’ve got a little surprise for you. Don’t keep me waiting for too long.
    He’s got to talk. I smile and grab the dress to analyze the style of clothing Adam prefers. Skimpy is the only description I can fi nd for this barely-there, super-short, halter-cut dress. There’s no way he’ll go without burying himself deep into me when he sees this on me.
    I slip into it without a bra, tie the straps lightly so he can untie them with ease, and put on the panties. They’re clearly a size or two too small for me, and I guess that’s Adam intention , because they nestle tightly between the lips of my labia rather than covering them.
    Looking at the reflection of my swollen lips bulging around the silk fabric, I can’t help but start rubbing my thighs to release the tension. Soon my hand