Free Delayed Delivery (Pursuit, #2.5) by Liv Bennett Page A

toward the exit. Luckily, Adam isn’t difficult to spot, and he’s the first one I see when I go through the exit gate, as if he’s holding a spotlight above his head. My breath catches in my throat, and my stomach flips with excitement and anxiety. The world stops at that moment, and everything else revolves around him, as if he’s the sun, giving life to everything else around him.
    I can’t help but run to his arms, not caring about anyone around me, like a teenage girl to her long-missed lover. Only at that moment, once again wrapped in his arms, do I realize his hold on me has become unbreakable.
    It wouldn’t be alarming if I had complete trust in him.
    It was our first separation, and I feel like a year has passed since the last time I saw him, not just a week. My lady bits must have the exact same feelings, because as soon as I am in his arms, raw, hot juices, which will soon shower Adam’s cock, begin flowing. My cock!
    I’m so needy and hungry for him, I won’t be able to wait until we get home to feel his hot lips on every inch of my body.
    “I missed you.” Adam wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me up. His lips brush mine softly, and I inhale his hot, spicy scent.
    “Not as much as I missed you.” Unable to wait longer, I capture his lips and open up for his tongue, savoring the minty taste of him and the aggressive invasion of his tongue. My arms lock his body against mine, and I press my chest against his, willing to absorb all the heat of his skin, to mash our bodies together.
    Our reunion cuddling is short-lived, though, because he puts me down and pulls away. I try to keep my lips attached to his skin, brushing his chin, leaving small kisses below it, then licking his throat.
    He clears his throat, his skin warm and blushing, and whispers to my ear, “There are kids around here.”
    I stop kissing, but my arms are still around him, my chest rubbing against his. “Then, take me to the nearest restroom. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
    A long, guttural growl vibrates his chest, and his smoldering eyes meet mine. “You’ll have to wait until we get home.”
    “I can’t wait that long.” I grind my hips against his. Feeling his hardening cock quickly sends little jolts of electricity through my pelvis, reminding me of the last time I had him. I want so badly to feel his thick cock forcing its huge size deep into me, throbbing inside me, insulting my inner walls with delicious pain.
    He shakes his head, most likely aware of my X-rated daydream, and a sly grin crosses his lips. “To the car,” he orders and grabs my suitcase with one hand and my hand with the other to pull me forward.
    I follow him, hoping he’ll at least extinguish my fire with his two insolent digits, though they’ll probably increase my appetite for his cock more than anything else. He pays for the parking, and we hurry to the car.
    He opens the door for me, and I lean forward, rubbing my back against his groin before I climb in. I haven’t been this naughty in my entire life. I can’t believe a man could have the power to turn me into a puddle of lust without even trying.
    He shakes his head, his narrow eyes hinting at all the furious things he’ll do to me for my naughtiness. For later. I can’t postpone it any longer, so I settle in the passenger seat, reach for my moist panties beneath my skirt , and take them off, handing them to him as soon as he sits behind the wheel.
    Surprise and amusement soften his features, as he whiffs them and attaches his eyes to my legs, which are mostly bare because I’m pulling the skirt ever so slowly upwards. I’d rather he yanked my skirt away and shoved his manhood into me, but he won’t, so I have to torture him into it. I roll the skirt all the way up to my waist, displaying my nude pelvis.
    Rather than launching onto me as I hope, he pushes my skirt down and looks around with an alarmed expression hardening his face. “What the fuck are you doing? There are