Love Me Like You Do: Books That Keep You In Bed

by Fields, MJ

  He pulls me in, his forehead pressing against mine, our mouths breathing into one another. “No more fighting me, Leah. No more denying what this is.”

  I look up at him, into the dark abysses of glass. “What is this? I’m having a hard time figuring it out.”

  “It’s two people who have been bound to each other for years, yet keep pushing each other away. It’s the fine line between heaven and hell and a relationship that could destroy us both. It’s a guy who stupidly went out with a girl’s friend as a way to push her out of his mind, but it only made things worse. It’s a guy who fell for his best friend’s girl when he was a teenager and stayed away from her as a punishment. To her. To himself. To the world. I’m done with staying away from you.”

  Adam puts a hand to my head and holds me tight. Leaning in, he continues, “It’s a guy who has wanted a girl since he was eighteen years old. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. You wrecked me a long time ago, and I will never be repaired. Hell, I don’t ever want to be repaired. I love you, Leah.”

  My heart speeds up, and my eyes and mouth widen at the words. “You love me?”

  “I don’t know why. You’re the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met.” He smiles. “I’m in love with you. Always have been. Always will be.”

  If he’s been wrecked by me, then I’ve been shattered, damaged, destroyed by him. And, by God, if being in a million pieces means I can belong to him, then I don’t ever want to be whole.

  He holds all my pieces in his hands.

  I lean forward and kiss him. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pull his mouth into mine and devour him. Feeling weak in the knees, I cling to him to remain upright. His tongue searches for mine and caresses it, eliciting sweet whimpers from me. He moans into my mouth as I weave my hands through his hair and pull lightly at the ends. He grabs my ass and pulls me further into him. Groin-to-groin, we are wrapped up in each other. I hear cars passing and the music coming from inside the bar. His teeth nip at my lip, and I sigh into his mouth, feeling the burn and wanting more.

  I fall back, using the truck behind me to steady myself, and say, “We have to get out of here.”

  My heart is beating out of my chest, and from the sounds of the short pants coming from his mouth, so is his. His lips part, and his chest hitches. I wait for him to make a move.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  He blinks and then shakes his head. “Yes. I was just trying to figure out if I should take you back to your house, like a gentleman, or to mine, like a criminal.”

  I laugh. It’s big and loud. And it feels good. “Take me home, Officer.” I hold up my wrists in front of my body.

  With a sly smile on his mouth, Adam opens the car door, leans in to open his glove box, and comes out with a pair of handcuffs. He slaps them on my wrists.

  When I am in place, seat belt secured, he closes the door and then walks around to the other side of the car. Before he turns on the ignition, he leans over, places his hands on the sides of my face, and kisses me. I lift my hands to touch him but only get as far as his shirt to gently pull it in.

  His forehead leans against mine. His breath is warm against my lips. “We have so many things we have to talk about, but all I want to do is kiss you.”

  Being with him in his truck, tasting him, touching him, reminds me of the moment in the woods—when his chest was against mine and I held him firm in my hands, low on my belly.

  My skin is on fire with the memory of having him so close to being inside me yet so far away. If I could use my hands, I’d grab him fiercely and rapidly undress him.

  It could be the rush of our fight or the thrill of finding out he’s in love with me, but whatever it is, it has me horny, like a teenager on prom night.

  “Touch me,” I plead, pulling his bottom lip into mine. My teeth graze his moistened lip, tugging at the end. “I know you want to do this right. Trust me, I do, too. But I’ve been thirsty for you for seven years, and if I don’t get a drink, I might burst out of my skin.”

  His pupils dilate. A slight moan escapes his throat. “We should wait.”

  “I can’t. Please. I won’t be able to discuss anything serious because my brain will be too distracted with how badly I want you.”

  I lean forward and suck on his neck. He groans.

  His hands slide down my arms and settle on my hips. “Only because I will do anything to make my girl happy.”

  With a firm grip, claiming what’s his, he lifts my hips and pushes my skirt up until it’s bunched around my waist. He then slides his thumbs into the sides of my thong and pulls it down. I lift my hips and help him remove the pretty piece of lace and satin.

  “It’s protocol to remove any dangerous items from the criminal when detained,” he says.

  My breath hitches at the sexy growl in his voice.

  Adam starts the car and drives down Main Street. The anticipation builds in my belly. I’m sitting here with my bare ass on the leather. My legs are closed, but that does little for modesty since I’m fully exposed.

  He makes a turn, away from the heavy traffic of central Cedar Ridge, and heads down the dark, winding roads, toward the outskirts of town. The car is silent. There’s just the purr of the engine and the wind passing by the windows.

  He slides a hand onto my inner thigh, and I open my legs in invitation. The rough pads of his fingertips tickle my skin, diving over my silky mound, and my hips buck off the seat.

  He dips his middle fingertip inside me, the base of his palm rubbing lightly on the hot little button. I jolt at the sensation.

  His finger goes in deeper, and then he adds his ring finger, searching for a secret spot buried within. When his fingertip moves over the flesh, caressing the sensitive spot, I moan out load.

  With a skill I would never have imagined a man to have, he moves his fingers inside me while rotating his palm in quick circles over my now ultra sensitive and swollen clit.

  My head hits the headrest as I close my eyes and cry out, “Holy shit!”

  My foot rises onto the seat to allow him to go deeper. I place my cuffed hands on his arm and urge him to move faster. My ass rises off the seat and into his hand as I push his hand down, harder, faster. My insides are building, an orgasm on the rise like I’ve never been given by someone’s hand. I don’t think I’ll ever care what his mouth can do if this is what he can do with two fingers and the flick of his wrist.

  Building, bursting, I scream out his name as I come all over his hand. My chest rises and falls, my back arching, my ass bucking, and my body convulsing, as he continues those magic circles again and again and again.

  The truck makes a sharp turn, and he removes his hand. I open my eyes and see we’re in another parking lot where he’s parked his car. By the time I register that we’re in front of a townhouse complex, my door is being opened, and Adam is pulling down my leather skirt.

  Placing his hands on my wrists, he lifts me out of the truck and pulls my arms over his head, so I am wrapped around him. His hands are on my ass as he starts walking backward, and I have no choice but to walk with him, on him, over him. He kisses me. Hot, burning lips devour me, taking in every bit of passion he just gave me and savoring every last drop.

  He spins us, my back suddenly hits a wall, and I don’t care. All I can think about is this kiss. How his lips and tongue are melding with mine. How his hips are grinding and moving hard against me. I lift a leg and pull him closer. My naked core is so sensitive that I nearly combust when I rub against his erection pushing against the hard denim.

  He releases a hand from my ass, and I hear the beeping sound of numbers being pushed on a keypad. It’s followed by a long beep, and the door opens.

  He pulls me in and over the threshold. I kick the door closed, and we fall onto the floor. He flips us over, so he’s on top and situates his body in between my legs.

  Pushing my arms up above my head, he dips his head and bites down on my earlobe before sucking on it to heal the pain. His lips ravage my skin,
kissing his way down my neck and nipping along my collarbone. With one hand, he unties my halter top and lets the fabric drapes to the sides. I curve my back, so he can unclasp my strapless bra. When he does, that falls, too, and the money I stored in there drops over my breasts.

  “No man is buying you a drink ever again,” his mouth murmurs over an erect nipple.

  “I never let them,” I breathe.

  “You’re mine.” He traces his tongue around the nipple, doing circles and teasing my body.

  His hips push into my core, and I rub myself against him, using the friction to quell the ache.

  “I belong to no one,” I say.

  I cry out when his teeth bite down on my nipple. The pain is almost enough to make me come.

  “That’s a shame,” he says. Then, he darts his tongue over my sensitive tip. “Because you completely own me.”

  His mouth sucks on my nipple, and I nearly melt all over him.

  “Do you have roommates?” I pant.

  “No,” he mumbles, my skin in between his teeth.

  “I want you to fuck me everywhere in this house. On every surface, in every position you can imagine.” My words come out as a plea, the bulge in his pants filling me with wanton need. “And I want you to start right here.”

  “No,” he mumbles again. “The first time I make love to you, it’s going to be in my bed. Not on a tiled floor.”

  Goddamn him and his sense of chivalry.

  With my arms and legs still wrapped around him, I roll my body over his, straddling him in the foyer. Rolling my hips over his jeans, I elicit sweet moans from him—a promise of what’s to come. Sliding down his legs, I start to undo his belt buckle with my teeth when his hand brushes my hair away from my face and nudges me away. I watch as he releases the buckle and unzips his pants.

  His erection tries to spring through the black boxer briefs. I pull those down with my mouth and practically salivate at the sight of his glistening thick cock. It’s heavy against his stomach but bobbing up, wanting to be touched, fondled, caressed. I slide my tongue up the shaft and draw circles over the engorged head. A bead of pre-cum dews at the top. I lick it and feel the deep vibrations of a growl barrel out of his chest.

  “Your mouth is like heaven,” he pants. His hands glide over my head, weaving his fingers in my hair, guiding me.

  I take him into my mouth and run my tongue down the pleasure vein before adding pressure to it on the way up. With each lick and suck from me, he calls out his praises to God, and I internally match them.

  I blow him faster, my jaw getting stiff. I can go all night, but he pulls me away, leans up, and kisses me with more conviction than I’ve ever been given.

  Adam lifts me up from the floor and carries me up the stairs and down the hall with his pants hanging loosely off his hips. He turns into the last door on the left.

  Dominating the room is heavy espresso-colored furniture. A huge bed made with crisp white linens with corners tucked and folded underneath the mattress beckons to me. He walks in and lays me down on the bed. Bending down, he removes his head from my cuffed grasp, and my legs unravel.

  I sit up and look at him standing above me. He looks exquisite. That copper hair is glistening in the moonlight coming in through the blinds. His eyes are too dark for this room, but the look of love that is showing is more than I could have ever dreamed of seeing in this very moment. Because in them, all I see is me.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  A smile crosses his face. It’s so beautiful that I want to reach up and kiss him. But I can’t. I’m mesmerized, just looking at him.

  He kicks off his shoes and slowly unbuttons his shirt, unveiling gorgeous tan muscles. When his shirt is off, he stands before me, and now, I can’t help but reach out and claim what is mine.

  I run my fingers over the velvet skin, over the hard planes of his chest, down the rippling torso, and into the smattering of hair that leads to a glorious piece of steel.

  He puts his hand in his pockets and produces a key before unlocking my hands. The metal falls, as does the key. I raise my arms over my head, and Adam slides off my top. It joins the cuffs on the floor, his eyes never leaving mine.

  With our souls looking into each other, I fully remove his jeans and briefs. He removes my skirt.

  Adam bends down and unzips my boots. I step out, and he unravels the stockings I have on beneath. He peels back his socks.

  All that’s left is two people, naked, in a room. Their eyes still searching each other. Their bodies still waiting to be consummated.

  On his knees, he sits before me, a man in worship. He takes a finger and smooths a rogue hair that has fallen in front of my face, placing it behind my ear. I raise a thumb and place it over his lips, tracing the outline.

  He places a soft kiss on my finger. “You were wrong about something you said earlier,” he says. “I can, and I will do whatever I wish to you. You are mine. For the rest of your life, Leah Marie Paige, you are mine. I have only loved you, and now that I have you, I won’t give you up.” His finger rises to my cheek and wipes away a tear.

  “Yours.” I lean forward and kiss him again.

  Tenderly.

  Always.

  I wrap my hands around his neck again—this time, with my fingers in his hair. Adam places his hand on my waist, and together, we move back onto the bed.

  My head hits the pillow, and his body finds the perfect place above mine.

  He kisses me all over.

  He loves me all over.

  I caress his body.

  I make him moan my name with the pump of my hand.

  When he slides a condom on and enters me, I know I will never argue with Adam Reingold again for the rest of my life. The weight of his body on me, the feel of him entering me and filling me with hot lust and gentle need—it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

  He pumps in and out, his hand holding on to mine.

  He fucks me hard.

  He loves me sweet.

  And, when my back arches off the bed, my core clenching around him, I scream out his name, and I know there is no other man who will ever compare.

  Twenty-Four

  We had sex. A lot of sex.

  The bed was sweet. The floor was rough. And the shower was…well, wet.

  He took me from behind against the back of the couch in the living room.

  He took me standing while I was seated on the kitchen counter.

  He took me in his mouth on the staircase.

  I took him on my knees in the hallway.

  I reversed cowgirled him on the dining room table.

  I showed him everything I’d learned on the mechanical bull at The Bucking Bronco while riding him on a rolling desk chair.

  Now, we’re back to lying in his bed, rumpled in the sheets. I’ve been here for twenty-four hours, and I don’t ever want to leave.

  Adam is playing with my belly button. His oversized T-shirt is pushed up on me, so he can have better access to my stomach. He dips a tongue in my navel, and I giggle at the sensation.

  “After everything I’ve done to you, that’s the thing that makes you squirm,” he teases as he tickles my ribs, a place he’s learned can get me to surrender in any circumstance.

  I tickle behind his knee, and he retreats. Yes, Adam is ticklish behind his knee, and it’s so odd.

  God, I am in love with everything about him.

  “We have to talk,” he says when he takes his place back beside me, his finger tracing my ribs.

  I raise my brows in curiosity.

  “You were right—what you said at the gas station. You’re not legally bound in any way to do community service, and you are not on probation. I lied to you, and I’m sorry.”

  “Why did you do it?”

  “The deal I made with you that night was sincere. I was going to help you. When I found Victoria, it was after our first day working together. At the time, I didn’t know why, but I just couldn’t let you go.”

 
I let out a deep sigh. “What happens now?”

  “Harper’s been angling for my position for months. He still doesn’t believe you weren’t driving and if he finds out we’re together, well, it would be the ultimate scandal. I’d also look like a fool to the Homes for All Souls people. I don’t want the organization to be tarnished in any way.”

  “That means, what is happening here can’t happen again for a while,” I say.

  “No. I am not hiding us. I’ve made a huge mess, but I’ll clean it up.”

  “No, you won’t. I also have Jessica to worry about. Giving this relationship time before we let everyone know is probably a good thing. And I still want to volunteer.”

  His face lights up. “You do?”

  “I do. I’m taking back my Sundays though. You can have me Tuesdays before work.”

  He rolls onto me. “I want you every day.”

  I can feel his erection growing thick against my thigh.

  He lets out a loud breath and buries his head into the side of my neck. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to stay away from you.”

  “You never know; maybe you’ll get over me. You know, the thrill of the catch and all.” My words are said teasingly, yet I can’t fight this nagging feeling deep down.

  “Hey.” He pulls my chin toward him. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  “No!” I say quickly. “I just can’t believe this happened. That this is happening.”

  He smiles, despite the shadow of concern in his eyes. Where that concern lies, I don’t know.

  There is something that has been on my mind. I don’t know if I should say it. Maybe it’s weird for me to bring it up, but I just kind of spit it out. “You’re only the second guy I’ve slept with.”