“You look so pretty,” he said, brushing his lips against her.
“Pretty?” she asked with a giggle.
Pretty was for girls. She was accustomed to being called gorgeous and sexy…not pretty.
“Yeah, Chyna.
You are so unbelievably pretty. The prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said, slowly walking her backward toward the bed.
His right hand came up, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear.
“Ever?” she asked. She felt giddy.
Pretty didn’t sound so bad coming out of his mouth. He was breaking all the rules, and she liked it.
His hands ran down her naked body, gripping her hips. “Ever.”
The backs of her knees hit the footboard of the bed, stopping her in her tracks.
“Just see yourself through my eyes for one day,” he pleaded, pulling her into a soft, sensual kiss.
When they broke apart, she stared up at him breathless, uncertain how to take that last statement. “How do you see me?”
she asked, seeing her relfection in his hazel eyes. She looked the same as always.
“As so much more than a pretty face,”
he whispered, brushing his nose against hers lightly. “So much more.”
She placed both of her hands on his cheeks, leaned forward, and kissed him with all the promise of what was to come.
He pressed her backward toward the mattress, and they eased into the plush down comforter together. His hands roamed her body, and sparks ignited at his touch. As their kiss heated, warmth spread through her lower half, and she had the sudden realization that she never wanted this to stop.
It was somehow…more than anything else she had ever experienced. She didn’t know what that meant or what she was feeling. Her stomach was clenching up, her heart was beating erratically, and her palms were clammy. Every sensation seemed heightened, and she felt lost in his every touch.
As he pulled back from their passionate kiss, Adam’s hand came up and stroked her dark hair. All went silent. It was just the two of them. She wanted him for everything he had said and more, so much more.
He eased into her without another word, and she was so ready for him. She was ready to feel all of him. She needed to know that he was hers—only hers. That was all that she wanted in that moment.
She was glad that someone finally wanted her exactly as she was.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. They moved together effortlessly, working up a sweat as their desire mounted. Her back arched off the bed as his movements quickened, and her impending climax awakened her body.
“Chyna,” he groaned, resting one of his elbows next to her head while thrusting into her.
She moaned louder than before as he slid into her again faster.
“I’m getting close.”
“Me, too,” she moaned, her hands digging into his slick back.
“Will you look at me?”
She breathed heavily, letting her back fall down to the bed. He was moving faster on top of her, slamming into her body at irregular intervals, and she was on the brink. Her head tilted toward him, and her eyes slowly fluttered open.
“That’s exactly how I want to remember you.”
“Remember me?” she asked through her deep breaths.
“Every time I think about you,” he said with a smirk.
“Fuck!” she cried, orgasm ripping through her body at his sweet words.
He doubled over on top of her, grunting as he came inside of her. She shuddered, clenching around him and holding him tight. She didn’t want to let him go. She wanted to stay like this forever.
But, forever wasn’t meant to be forever.
Adam kissed Chyna lightly on her nose. He slowly rolled off of her, grabbed his boxers, and headed for the bathroom.
She watched him go with a wonderful satisfaction settling in her stomach. She had never experienced sex in quite the same way. Her heart was open, laying bare on the bed, and she felt light and free.
She was…happy.
He returned a moment later, resting his shoulder against the doorframe as he looked down at the floor. Chyna sat up on her elbows and turned her head to face him. She had his typical goofy grin on her face for once.
“Don’t go,” he whispered so softly that she barely heard him.
“Go where?” she asked, having already forgotten their earlier conversation.
“To Italy. Don’t go to Italy.”
She dropped her head back onto the pillow and smiled up at the ceiling. Why was he even bringing this up again? She was leaving in twenty-four hours. It was settled. “I have to go,” she said with a yawn, stretching her arms over her head.
“No. You don’t,” he said, his voice clearly restrained.
She kept her hands overhead and rolled to face him, lying on her right arm.
“Adam, come back to bed. I want you to hold me.”
“Chyna, aren’t you listening?” he asked. He still hadn’t looked up from the carpet.
She studied him standing there, bathed in the bathroom light. He was tense, which didn’t make any sense given the circumstances, and he wouldn’t look at her.
“I guess not,” she said softly, her heart picking up speed.
“Don’t go to Italy.”
“Adam, we’ve already talked about this,” she whined. Sitting up cautiously in bed, she wrapped the comforter around her.
“And, you don’t seem to hear what I’m saying.”
“I get that you don’t want me to go.”
“Do you?” he asked, looking up at her finally.
“Y-yes,” she said uncertainly.
She had thought that she got what he was saying. He didn’t want her to go. He would miss her. They had just had unbelievable sex. Did she mention he would miss her? Well, she would miss him, too, but it didn’t make any sense why he was bringing this up again.
“Then, why are you going?” he asked.
“Adam, I didn’t think you were serious,” she said, tilting her head and assessing him. “I mean, I know that you wanted me to stay, but I thought that was just because you were going to miss me. I didn’t think that you actually didn’t want me to pursue modeling.”
“You didn’t think I was serious? You thought I wanted my girlfriend on the other side of the planet?” he asked in disbelief.
“Well, no, but—”