He unbuttoned his shirt as he stood before her, the two of them simply watching, waiting. Porter had spent too many months thinking about getting Adele into bed…ever since that barn dance.
“How long has it been?” he asked her, noticing how her cheeks flushed when he tugged his shirt off, revealing his bare chest.
“There hasn’t been anyone since Keith,” she confessed.
He nodded, wondering if she still had feelings for her ex. Maybe her lousy dating track record was less about attempting to move on and more about self-sabotage.
Her gaze slid downwards, taking in his body the same way he’d studied hers. “How about you?”
“No one since our first dance.” He grinned as he winked and added, “When you became my girlfriend.”
She giggled softly. “You are a charmer with a silver tongue, Porter Cormack. It’s no wonder all the women flitter around you like flies on honey.”
He took a step closer to her. “I thought I had a magic tongue.”
She sighed. “I’m sorry I ever told you that. I can see it’s only fed that ginormous ego of yours even more.”
He reached out and ran his fingers along the top of her bra, caressing her breasts, enjoying the way his touch made her shiver. “Take off your bra, Addie. Let me see you.”
She bit her lower lip nervously, and he started to realize that while she was a confident, self-assured woman, she was also fairly inexperienced when it came to sex.
“Was Keith your first?” He wasn’t sure why that mattered, but he wanted to know everything about Adele, every secret in her head, every story from her past.
She shook her head. “No. There was one other. High school boyfriend my senior year. Fell apart when he left for college.”
Two men. She’d only been with two men.
Porter filed that information away, determined that he was going to be the only man she took to her bed for the rest of her life. Her list was going to end at number three.
Third times the charm.
He was about to tell her just that, but the words fell away when she unfastened her bra and drew the straps over her arms. She dropped the lace to the floor, her eyes locked with his.
He’d intended to watch as she stripped off all her clothing, but that plan failed. There was no way he could be this close to her and not touch her.
Gripping her breasts, he lifted the generous flesh, stroking his thumbs over her tight nipples.
Adele’s breathing grew labored, her tiny little gasps and squeaks as he began to squeeze her breasts more firmly the only sounds in the room.
She shifted closer to him, arching her back slightly in invitation.
Porter wanted to imprint every second of this night on his memory so he could pull it out and relive it over and over and over again.
“So beautiful,” he murmured as he bent lower, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Oh,” Adele breathed. “God. That feels so…” Her words morphed into a groan when he sucked harder.
Porter hadn’t known her ex-boyfriend Keith well, but he’d been around the man enough to know he’d probably been gentle as a lamb in bed. Given Adele’s interest in Porter’s bedroom exploits, it was clear what she really needed was a lion.
Her fingers found his hair once more and this time her grip was tighter, his scalp stinging.
He continued to play with her until she was pleading for more.
Porter lifted his head, kissing her as he reached for the zipper on her pants. Adele mimicked his actions, reaching for his belt.
As she pulled his belt from the loops, he took it from her, tossing it on the bed. “We might need that later,” he said with a wink.
She laughed softly, even as she narrowed her eyes, pretending to be annoyed.
It occurred to him that Adele’s appeal came from her forthrightness, her honesty. Coop had mentioned once that he’d fallen hard for Macie because he didn’t have to guess what she was thinking, how she felt. Porter got it now. Adele didn’t play games. What you saw was what you got with her.
“I’m not going to tell you how I plan to use it,” he teased.
“Hardly seems fair considering you apparently shared the nightly agenda with all of your previous dates.”
He chuckled. “I like the idea of surprising you.”
She considered that then admitted, “I do like surprises.”
Porter kissed her again as he slipped his fingers beneath her jeans and panties, slowly working the material over her hips.
Together, they worked to divest each other of the rest of their clothing.
Adele’s gaze drifted lower as he shed his jeans and shoes, and it lingered there. “Wow. I guess that part of the Porter legend is true too.”
He tilted his head, curious, until he realized she was staring at his cock, her impressed expression tinged with a hint of trepidation.
Porter chuckled. “Is there some sort of book about me that you ladies are passing around?”
Adele grinned. “No. And in truth, most of what I’ve heard came from Jackie Roberson. That woman talks more than my dad.”
Porter winced. “Wish I’d known that back in the day.”
“Back in the day?”
“I was a young buck in my early twenties when I hooked up with Jackie and a hell of a lot less discerning. Not sure why she’s still going on about it.”
Adele sighed. “I’m not about to give you that cliché about ruining her for all other men. Your ego is big enough.”
Porter grasped her hand and guided it to his cock, wrapping her fingers around it. “I don’t want to talk about the past, Addie. Right now, the only thing that matters is the here and now, you and me.”
He sealed those words with a kiss, moaning deeply when Adele’s grip on his dick tightened and she started to stroke him.
The two of them kissed for several minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with long, slow, languid touches. He loved the way she sighed every time he ran his thumb over her nipples, the way she squeaked when he brushed her clit with his fingertips.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, darlin’.”
Adele sat down, though she retained her grip on his dick. He pulled her hand away, determined to spend the next few minutes concentrating on her pleasure. He wanted to ensure that after tonight, Adele would never want anyone, but him. She was the only woman in the world for him.
When he knelt in front of her, pressing her thighs apart, he felt her start of surprise. Jesus. Didn’t that ex of hers ever go down on her?
“Porter,” she whispered. “You don’t have to…”
“Shhh. I’m right where I want to be.” To prove his point, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along her slit.
“Hooooo. Lllllly. Shit.”
Adele’s drawled curse prompted him to grin. And to up his game. He held her open with his thumbs to give himself easier access to her clit.
Adele responded to every stroke like a sprinter to the starting pistol. Her back arched and her hips tilted as she ran her fingers through his hair. “So good, so good,” she murmured, her words a refrain.
He lifted his head for just a moment, wanting to see her face. Adele’s eyes were closed, her look one of pure bliss. They flew open when he pressed two fingers inside her. She was wet, hot, tight, and he suddenly understood that look of trepidation.