loving. His adrenaline still pumped through his body, his heart still raced out of control, so he just relaxed, and allowed her to bring him back to earth with her gentle ministrations.
Finally he felt like he'd regained enough control over his liquid muscles in order to open his eyes, and with the smile on her face, Adam Nash realized he would never again need a liquid high.
"Jade, that was…" He shook his head. There were no words that wouldn't sound cliché or trite.
"I know. For me too." She lay on top of his chest, blanketing him with warmth, and he wrapped his arms around her, committing every second to memory. He smoothed her hair away from her cheek, tucked her head under his chin, and smiled. Again.
He knew it would be good. Every kiss, every touch they'd shared had been leading up to this, and he'd be damned if it wasn't better than he could have ever expected.
He rolled them both to their sides, and he reached down to hold the condom as he pulled from her. "Don't move." He shot her a teasing glare, then rolled back over, sliding off the bed and into the head. He returned with a warm washcloth, and winked up at her.
*
Jade smiled. That wink was so sexy, so full of promises, and now she knew each promise this man made with his touches, kisses—and winks—were not empty ones.
He cleaned her with a gentle touch, then tossed the washcloth to the floor along with their clothes. He laid his head on her stomach, and wrapped his arms around her waist. The position was so tender and subservient, Jade took a shuddering breath to keep her emotions in check.
His thick hair tickled her ribs. She smoothed it against his skull, ruffling it where it still held an indentation of his ball cap.
After a while, she thought he might have gone to sleep; his breath came deep and even, and his weight was heavy on top of her. She closed her eyes. She could go for a nap. They could wake up later and have dinner then.
To her consternation, the mere thought of food sent her stomach rumbling. Adam's responding laughter made her blush.
He nuzzled her belly with his nose. "Sounds like I need to feed you."
"Not yet. I don't want to move."
"You don't have to move." He rose on his hands and knees. His sleepy blue eyes looked even sexier now.
"But…"
"Huh uh. Stay. This will just take a minute." He pulled his boxer shorts out from the pile of forgotten clothing at the foot of the bed, hiked them up over his hips, and went into the kitchen.
Jade lay there for only a moment before putting her panties back on, but opted for his black tee shirt to top them. The shirt fit Adam like a second skin, but it draped along Jade's curves, and hung down to mid-thigh. It smelled like him though, and that was enough reason to wear it.
She came up behind him where he stood staring into the refrigerator, and took him in her arms. His back was hot on her cheek.
"I told you to stay." He stroked her hand where it lay temptingly close to his nipple.
"I want to help."
"You can choose then." He twined his fingers through hers and held them against his heart. "We have chicken marsala, salisbury steak, or chicken stir fry."
She peered around him. In the fridge were three aluminum pans, each clearly marked with a bold black sharpie. "Carley?"
"No, I did this all by myself."
"You're kidding!" She let go of him, and pushed him aside to look beneath the foil lid of the first pan she found. Four chicken breasts topped with mushrooms and nestled in a bed of noodles. Broccoli, cauliflower and carrots in a separate foil cup in the corner of the pan. Even cold it smelled delicious, and her stomach grumbled again. "Oh no. This isn't good."
"It's not?"
"No. Damn you, you cook too?" Now, if he volunteered at a children's hospital, she'd be a goner for sure. She set the chicken marsala on the stove top and turned to face him, shaking her head. She was in such trouble.
He closed the refrigerator and took her hands in his. "Actually, when I said I did it myself,
Finally he felt like he'd regained enough control over his liquid muscles in order to open his eyes, and with the smile on her face, Adam Nash realized he would never again need a liquid high.
"Jade, that was…" He shook his head. There were no words that wouldn't sound cliché or trite.
"I know. For me too." She lay on top of his chest, blanketing him with warmth, and he wrapped his arms around her, committing every second to memory. He smoothed her hair away from her cheek, tucked her head under his chin, and smiled. Again.
He knew it would be good. Every kiss, every touch they'd shared had been leading up to this, and he'd be damned if it wasn't better than he could have ever expected.
He rolled them both to their sides, and he reached down to hold the condom as he pulled from her. "Don't move." He shot her a teasing glare, then rolled back over, sliding off the bed and into the head. He returned with a warm washcloth, and winked up at her.
*
Jade smiled. That wink was so sexy, so full of promises, and now she knew each promise this man made with his touches, kisses—and winks—were not empty ones.
He cleaned her with a gentle touch, then tossed the washcloth to the floor along with their clothes. He laid his head on her stomach, and wrapped his arms around her waist. The position was so tender and subservient, Jade took a shuddering breath to keep her emotions in check.
His thick hair tickled her ribs. She smoothed it against his skull, ruffling it where it still held an indentation of his ball cap.
After a while, she thought he might have gone to sleep; his breath came deep and even, and his weight was heavy on top of her. She closed her eyes. She could go for a nap. They could wake up later and have dinner then.
To her consternation, the mere thought of food sent her stomach rumbling. Adam's responding laughter made her blush.
He nuzzled her belly with his nose. "Sounds like I need to feed you."
"Not yet. I don't want to move."
"You don't have to move." He rose on his hands and knees. His sleepy blue eyes looked even sexier now.
"But…"
"Huh uh. Stay. This will just take a minute." He pulled his boxer shorts out from the pile of forgotten clothing at the foot of the bed, hiked them up over his hips, and went into the kitchen.
Jade lay there for only a moment before putting her panties back on, but opted for his black tee shirt to top them. The shirt fit Adam like a second skin, but it draped along Jade's curves, and hung down to mid-thigh. It smelled like him though, and that was enough reason to wear it.
She came up behind him where he stood staring into the refrigerator, and took him in her arms. His back was hot on her cheek.
"I told you to stay." He stroked her hand where it lay temptingly close to his nipple.
"I want to help."
"You can choose then." He twined his fingers through hers and held them against his heart. "We have chicken marsala, salisbury steak, or chicken stir fry."
She peered around him. In the fridge were three aluminum pans, each clearly marked with a bold black sharpie. "Carley?"
"No, I did this all by myself."
"You're kidding!" She let go of him, and pushed him aside to look beneath the foil lid of the first pan she found. Four chicken breasts topped with mushrooms and nestled in a bed of noodles. Broccoli, cauliflower and carrots in a separate foil cup in the corner of the pan. Even cold it smelled delicious, and her stomach grumbled again. "Oh no. This isn't good."
"It's not?"
"No. Damn you, you cook too?" Now, if he volunteered at a children's hospital, she'd be a goner for sure. She set the chicken marsala on the stove top and turned to face him, shaking her head. She was in such trouble.
He closed the refrigerator and took her hands in his. "Actually, when I said I did it myself,
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