“What? No hello? No nothing? Just straight to bed?” I tease Adam, playfully pulling away from his warm embrace. “I missed you like crazy,” he says, pulling me back toward him and kissing me again. “It’s getting harder to control this urge to feel your warm, soft skin against mine like nothing else matters in the world.” Adam traces the outline of my frame with his finger, slow and deliberate, as if he's memorizing every curve beneath his touch...imagining his finger slipping past the layers of my clothes. “You can’t blame me for wanting you this much,” he murmurs.His words linger between us, thick with desire, and I feel the pull of him intensifying with every passing second. His hands, still on my waist, slide down, his fingers grazing the edge of my hips. I inhale sharply, my body reacting to the heat of his touch. “You make it hard to think,” I whisper, my voice a mix of teasing and truth. Adam’s gaze darkens, his lips curving into a smirk. “I don’t want you to think,” Th
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