Patience Heart

Heat of the Moment

I could still feel the warmth of Adam's kiss on my lips, the way his touch lingered on my skin like fire. Wrapped in his arms, I pressed my ear against his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat thrummed steadily beneath me. The rhythm was almost hypnotic, grounding me in a moment that felt both surreal and incredibly real at the same time.

The world outside this embrace didn't exist. All that mattered was the way his arms tightened around me, his body heat seeping into my skin, making me feel safe yet igniting something far more dangerous within me. I didn't want to move, didn't want to break this spell. But then Adam's hand gently cupped my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze.

His eyes were filled with an intensity I had never seen before, dark with something primal. My breath hitched, and before I could process what was happening, his lips were on mine again, more demanding this time. The kiss wasn't just a kiss—it was an inferno, scorching and consuming. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt lightheaded as I struggled to breathe.

"Breathe, Viola," Adam murmured against my lips, his voice rough with need. "Breathe through your nose."

I barely managed to comply, every sense overwhelmed by the feel of him. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that matched my own, and I couldn't help but respond in kind, the heat between us building with each passing second.

My hands found their way to his back, fingers digging into the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I wanted more—needed more. My hands drifted lower, slipping beneath the fabric to explore his skin. He was so warm, so solid. I had never realized how strong he was until now, and the discovery made my pulse race even faster.

My fingers trailed over the contours of his chest, marveling at the way the muscles rippled under my touch. His skin was taut, hard, and yet I could feel the faint quiver of restraint beneath it. I let out a soft moan, my need for him growing with each heartbeat. I wanted to feel more of him, to lose myself in him completely.

Adam responded to my touch with a low growl, his hands moving to cup my breasts through the fabric of my shirt. His touch was firm, almost reverent as he kneaded the sensitive flesh, and I gasped into his mouth, the sensation shooting straight to my core. Every nerve in my body seemed to be on fire, and I arched into his touch, wanting—no, needing—more.

The kiss deepened, became more urgent, and I felt his hand slide beneath my shirt, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my stomach. The sensation made me shiver, and I pressed closer to him, desperate for the contact. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and it only made the ache inside me grow stronger.

I wanted him. I needed him. I was losing control, and I didn't care. I slid my hand down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles until I reached the waistband of his jeans. My fingers brushed against the heat there, and I heard Adam's breath catch. He groaned, the sound deep and guttural, and it sent a thrill through me.

"Viola..." he whispered, his voice strained as he pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was a flicker of concern there too. "Are you sure? I... I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt the baby."

His words were like a splash of cold water, but instead of calming me, they only fueled the fire. I was too far gone to stop now, too lost in the heat of the moment. My body screamed for him, every nerve on edge, and the thought of stopping felt like torture.

"I'm fine," I whispered, my voice breathless, desperate. "I'm healthy, Adam. And I need this. I need you."

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching mine as if he were looking for any sign of doubt. But there was none. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted him. I nodded, silently giving him permission to continue.

With a low growl, Adam's resolve broke, and he pulled me into his lap, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned me over him. The hardness beneath me was impossible to ignore, and I instinctively started to move, grinding against him in a way that made him groan. The sound of his pleasure sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting more.

"Viola..." he breathed, his hands tightening on my hips. "If we keep going... I won't be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. "I need this, Adam. Please..."

The plea in my voice seemed to undo him, and before I knew it, he had stood up, lifting me effortlessly in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom, his lips never leaving mine. The door banged open behind us, but I barely registered it, too lost in the heat of the moment.

He laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly undressed me. Each article of clothing that fell away made my heart race faster. I shivered as the cool air touched my bare skin, but Adam's hands were quick to follow, warm and soothing. He kissed me as if I were the most delicate thing in the world, each touch filled with a reverence that made me want him even more.

When he finally removed the last barrier between us, I gasped at the sensation of his bare skin against mine. The warmth of him, the solidity of his body pressing down on me, was overwhelming. I could feel the tension coiling inside me, tightening with each passing second. My body ached for him, and I knew there was no turning back now.

Adam's lips trailed a fiery path down my neck, his hands roaming over my body with a sense of urgency. I arched my back, seeking more of his touch, and he responded by pressing himself against me even harder.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered against my skin, his breath hot and fast.

"I can't," I moaned, unable to form any other words. My body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with desire. The need for him consumed me completely.

His lips moved lower, trailing over the curve of my breast before closing around a hardened nipple. I gasped at the sensation, my fingers tangling in his hair as he suckled and nipped at me. Heat pooled between my legs and I couldn't help but grind against him in search of more friction.