“Oops! Sorry. I spilled some of that…” I grabbed Adam’s hand and used his finger to pick up the glob of mousse. He looked at me like I was a freak, apparently too surprised by my action to anticipate what I would do next. Bringing his hand to my mouth, I sucked the mousse right off his finger, not hesitating to get my tongue in on the action.
Then, as the pièce de résistance, I gazed deeply into his beautiful eyes as I finished my tongue flourish. I was rewarded by that unmistakable glow of arousal deep in those shining black eyes.
Thank God. I was beginning to think I was getting rusty in the art of stealth seduction.
Jenna was full-on laughing her ass off across the table. As I pulled Adam’s finger free, I kicked her under the table.
“Hey!” she whined.
William just watched the scene while enthusiastically spooning his vanilla mousse into his mouth as if it might disappear if he didn't move fast enough.
Fifteen minutes later, Adam drove the pair in the golf cart back to the bridge, where the limo was waiting to take them to William’s house. When Adam reentered the house, I was at the sink rinsing off the dishes while mulling over my next plan of attack.
My hands were sopping wet, the sink water running, when he came up behind me and grabbed my hips, pulling my butt flush against his obvious erection. “Shameless vixen,” he muttered against my neck as I shivered.
“Mmm. Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”
He devoured me with his lips, teeth and tongue. Tingles shot all the way down to my toes. At this rate, he was going to get me to give in without spilling the info, the fucker. I couldn’t let him get away with that—irresistibly sexy as hell or not.
I leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder at the same time I felt his hands slip under my skirt and skate up the back of my thighs. “No fair. You’re too good at this,” I choked out.
“You’ve never complained about me being ‘too good’ before. I’ll take it.”
I turned off the faucet, but couldn’t reach the dishtowel to dry my hands, and there was no way I was moving out of his reach. Giving one last halfhearted attempt to get my way before conceding defeat, I wiggled my ass right against his crotch. He rewarded me with a husky groan while his maddening mouth wrapped around my earlobe. His hands slipped around to my front, holding me against him.
I licked his neck. “Do you want me enough to tell me when we’re getting married?”
“I might. But you ought to know by now, I never, ever like to lose.”
His fingers slipped lower and my breath stuttered. I arched against his solid chest. “Oh, I guarantee you, Mr. Drake, this is definitely a win-win for both of us.”
“Mmm,” he breathed against my ear, one hand pulling away for few seconds. The next thing I heard was his zipper and the crackle of a condom wrapper. I bit my lip. He’d come prepared.
“Brace yourself, Ms. Strong—or should I say, the future Mrs. Drake?”
A jolt of elation instead of what normally was fear. “I like the sound of that. If only I knew when.” I turned my head to kiss him, and his mouth claimed mine with strong, possessive lips, followed by fierce strokes of his tongue.
God, I loved this man.
Even when he was driving me bonkers. And not just with his maddening tongue.
“So when will that be? Tomorrow? Next week? I need a dress, at least.”
“You could wear rags and still be the most beautiful bride on the planet. Because you’ll be my bride.”
“Mmm. You’re getting better at that flattery thing.” His hands were rubbing now, in all the right places. I shifted against him. “And you’re still pretty damn good at the hands thing.”
“So, let’s call this a draw, then?” I could feel him pressing at my entrance, and my grip tightened on the edge of the counter.
“I think I could do that.”
Just before he entered me, he leaned forward and whispered a date in my ear. After that, it was a mad, passionate blur of ferocious kitchen sex. We hadn’t done that in a while. And by the end, I wasn’t quite sure I remembered the date right, so I had to ask him again.
Meh, so I’d had to seduce it out of him, but damned if hadn’t been fun.
That was just how Mr. Drake and I rolled. Win-win.
But, of course, being a man—and being Adam—he had to ruin the moment just as I was gloating that I’d gotten the intel from him.
“Sure, you know when…but I didn’t tell you where, now did I?”
Men.