Rock my world - By Cindi Myers Page 0,33

on.”

“I don’t want to wait, either.” Thank goodness for Tanisha’s condoms. She rolled over and dug in her bag for the box.

“What are you doing?” He snuggled against her, one hand caressing her breast, the other stroking her bottom.

“G-getting this.” She held up the foil packet, breathless from the way he was rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He took the condom. “I don’t know whether to be surprised or pleased that you’ve been planning this.”

“Why should you be surprised?” She rolled onto her back and listened to him tear open the condom packet.

“You look so young and innocent.”

“I’m not innocent, and I’ve wanted to make love to you from practically the first time we met.”

The idea intrigued him. She didn’t strike him as the type of woman who went after anything in pants. What about him had drawn her? “Why me? You didn’t even know me.”

“You were…different. Sort of…aloof.”

“And you liked that?” That didn’t sound right.

“Only that you were a little mysterious.” She traced a finger down his chest. “That was sexy. And you have a sexy body. And…I don’t know. There was just something about you that made me want to know you better. But I was beginning to think it would never happen. You treated me like a little sister.”

“I don’t have a sister.” He sheathed himself, then nudged her legs apart so he could kneel between them. “And if I did, I promise I wouldn’t treat her anything like I’ve treated you.”

She started to answer back, but he reached down and parted her folds, zeroing in on the sensitive nub of her clit, and words failed her. He plucked and tugged at her, insistently, then more gently. She rolled her head back and was dimly aware of an animal moan escaping her lips.

Adam plunged into her at the moment of her climax. She contracted around him, drawing him deeper, and arched to meet him, riding the waves of release that rolled through her.

As her own urgency subsided, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around him. She held him tightly, making him work for each thrust, drawing him deeply within her, until every inch of him was sheathed in her wet satin heat. She reached one hand down to cup his balls, raking the tips of her nails across the sensitive flesh.

He thrust harder, deeper, grunting with the effort, then let out a strangled cry as he came.

He rose up on his knees and cradled her bottom in his hands, so that she was more or less sitting in his lap. She sensed more than saw his smile, and realized she wore a similar expression. “That was fantastic,” she said, and kissed his cheek. “Even better than I’d imagined.”

“Someday I’ll have to ask what you imagined, but not now.” He eased out and away from her, and she scooted back against the pillows.

He got up and headed for the bathroom. She listened to his receding footsteps and thought about that word someday. Did that mean he saw a future for them? She sensed he was still skittish, because they worked together and maybe because of his past experience with Bonnie. But no one at the station had to know they were a couple now. It might even be fun, sneaking around behind everyone’s backs.

Adam needed a little fun in his life. The man was way too serious, at least when he wasn’t on the air. Maybe he was lonely. In any case, she was here now, and she was sure she had the cure for whatever ailed him.

8

THEY WOKE MONDAY morning to find the power restored and the Furniture Gallery already coming to life. There was no time for private conversation, as the morning’s schedule was filled with their regular show, plus the final tally of funds raised.

Including the ten thousand dollars pledged by Max, the KROK bed-in had netted thirty-one thousand dollars for the Salvation Army.

“Best promo we ever did,” Max declared when the broadcast shifted back to the station and everyone began packing to leave the Furniture Gallery. “Great for the shelter, great for my image and great for business. We sold ninety-seven mattress sets during the past three days.” He beamed at Erica. “We should make it an annual event.”

“You make something an annual event, you lessen the impact,” Carl said. “You have to keep coming up with new things to capture the public’s interest.”

“You put a pretty girl in a bed—what man’s not going to be interested in that? And