Doll Face (Baby Doll #3) Read online

  When he lowers himself into my legs, the rough fabric of Adam’s jeans rubs against the sensitive skin of my thighs. I can feel his hardness against me. I press even harder to him and realize how perfect we would fit together. We fit together like puzzle pieces. He reaches down, dragging his fingers along the hem of my panties while our mouths explore each other. His fingers dance back and forth until I want to scream.

  “May I?” he asks teasingly, biting my bottom lip. I nod my head yes. Oh God, yes. Then his fingers slip under the thin, already wet fabric, moving up and down the folds of me. Finally, two fingers dive into the wet, waiting heat. His fingers move deeper into me, his thumb pressing against my tender, swollen clit until I’m about to climax. Just as I’m about to release, he stops, not letting me get away that easy.

  Standing above me, he tugs my panties down. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he says, appraising me. I have not been in front of a man like this before, exposed and vulnerable. He makes me feel beautiful like no one has before. With one hand pressed between my legs, he spreads my legs apart, and with the other he lowers himself to me. My body arches in response as his tongue explore the spot that his fingers explored. With his tongue pushing against my wetness, I move my hips against him until I’m a tight bundle of nerves.

  “Adam,” I breathe his name, trying to hold back. His fingers find that spot again, pushing inside of me, and then everything I was holding back releases. Tightening around his fingers, I call out his name. He kisses me down there one last time, before moving up on the bed next to me. My breath still heavy I move on top of Adam. “You know, you are the only boy that can get me half naked in his bed like this.” I giggle as I survey Adam, rubbing his biceps, memorizing the feel of them. “I plan on being the only guy to have you naked in any bed.” He smiles, then finds my mouth again and his fingers dance dangerously close to me. My legs shake with anticipation of what is next to come, I can’t imagine it getting better than what he just did to me.

  “That can be arranged,” I murmur against his lips.

  Adam goes still and leans back, looking up at me. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” His brows furrow but his eyes are alive, sparkling with yearning. I nod my head, knowing that this is all I ever want, to be here with him like this forever. I want to always feel the way I do at this very moment.

  Leaning down, I whisper in his ear, “But you have to ask.” The tips of my breasts are hard through the thin fabric of my bra rubbing against his bare chest.

  “Katie, will you be mine?” His eyes search my face.

  I don’t answer, instead moving down him I take control, slowly kissing and licking my way up his stomach, I repeat, “I want nothing more than to be yours.”

  “I want nothing more than to be yours,” Katie repeats as she drags her tongue across the shallow of my stomach, and I’m on fire. When her hands make their way to loosen my pants, it takes all my self-control not to flip her over and do what I would like to do to her. However, I keep my hands on her thighs, my fingers pressing hard into her soft skin. I’m sure I’m leaving bruises. She wiggles out of my grasp and moves to between my legs to return the favor. I let her tongue explore me, her hand massaging me. I try to think of anything but what she is doing right now. I’m waiting for her to say the words, and when she gives me the green light all bets are off. She is mine. The feel of her lips purring those words turn me on like I’ve never been turned on before. I think she needs this right now, to be in control, and that is fine with me. She is sexy as hell like this, not uptight and looking for a fight. There is just one last thing, something that I have wanted to do since she crashed into my life. Reaching down, I pull the tie out of her hair, watching as her hair cascades over her shoulders in a curtain of red. She is the most beautiful creature and she doesn’t even realize it. She is something special to me, this is not just a one-night stand or another notch in my belt; this is my girl, the woman I plan on spending the rest of my life with. An image of us getting married, having babies, and then growing old flashes through my mind. I want this. I want her. I’ve never felt this way before, and it’s kind of scaring the crap out of me that there is a possibility that might not happen. She wanted something different than me. I know she had plans and that she is better than me, and damn it if she isn’t right, but I want to be that man she wants and deserves, I will die trying to be better for her.

  “Adam?” She sits up, worry filling her face.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  She blushes, her cream-colored skin turning slightly pink—one more thing I love about her. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she presses her hands to my chest. I reach up, tangling my hand in her hair, and pull her up to me. I kiss her with all I have, putting everything that I want from her into it. She moans, tilting her head back, and I kiss from the bottom of her chin down her neck. Her moans are almost enough to do me in, but I refuse to go out like that. Fuck that, this is going to be the best night of her life. Her arms wrap around my neck and her hands are in my hair, I sit between her legs waiting. They shake with anticipation of what I’m about to do.

  “Adam?” Her voice has taken on a raspy tone.

  “Yes?” My voice is just as husky.

  “Make love to me.”

  And that is all I needed. I stand up off the bed, lifting her with me, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips. The wetness between her legs presses to my stomach. I walk a few feet before I press her against the wall. The cool ocean air blows through the slats in the floor, mixing with the heat from our bodies, sending shivers through me. I slide my hand over her ass and up her back, finding those little hooks to her bra, and slowly unclip it. Stopping, I smile at her, and she pulls the straps off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. The cool air caresses her perfect tits, perking her nipples. I lift her, so she slides up my body until my mouth finds her tits. My tongue flicks against her tight pink nipples; her hands are in my hair, and she moans with ecstasy, pulling me harder against her.

  I have had sex before, but this is going to be different, this will be more than sex. Tonight I’m going to make love to her. Moving her back to the bed, I lay her down in before going and grabbing a condom out of my bag. While I want to have babies with her—hell, dozens of little redheaded babies—tonight is not the night for that.

  When I return to the bed, she sits up. “Let me help you with that,” she says as I rip open the package with my teeth before handing it to her. She takes it, and biting her bottom lip she helps me runs her cool hands up my hot skin and then down around me, stroking until I almost lose it. However, she stops right before I do, and slips the condom over me. That is the sexiest way to put on protection.

  Pushing her backward until she has her back against the bed, I watch as her eyes flutter shut and her head lolls back, waiting. I take my time, teasing her, running my finger back and forth at the crease of her leg, and then I let my finger explore her once again. Damn, she is wet. I slip one finger between the soft folds, then deeper inside of her, and she moans. Rubbing slow circles over her clit, I push another one in; she clenches around them as I move back and forth. The feel of her is amazing, and I can’t wait until I’m inside of her. But not until I have her begging me. “Wait. Wait,” she says, breathless.

  “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Damn, she is tiny, and I was trying to be as careful as I can with her.

  “No. No,” she pants. “I need to let you know something.”

  My chest tightens. Was this all too good to be true, is she about to tell me she made a mistake? “What is it?”

  “I have had a total of three boyfriends in my lifetime, two of which I slept with. One I thought I was in love with, but I was only fifteen and believed I knew what love was. But who ever really knows what love is? People change. I changed, I will change, and so will you. One day you might wake up completely changed and look at me like you can’t believe that you slept with me.”

  I laugh. I’m about to make love to the most perfect girl I’ve e
ver met, and she is afraid that I will think this is a mistake. “Trust me that will never happen. Now let me make love to you and prove that to you. You will always be perfect to me,” I say, moving so I hover above her.

  “It could happen. You might—” she begins to protest, but I push her legs farther apart, a little rougher this time. She gasps and her legs tremble as I place pressure where I’m about to enter her.

  “Doll Face, I don’t care about your past. I only care about your future, one that has me in it. I only care about right here, right now, and what I’m about to do to you.” Kissing her, I push deep inside of her, and her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me even deeper. I reach up, squeezing her nipples; applying just enough pressure to them. When I feel her begin to climax, I lick my finger, sliding it over her swollen clit, and push into her harder and deeper. I can feel her core clench around me.

  “Oh God, Adam, I’m yours.” And with those words spoken from her sweet lips, I capture her mouth and release inside of her.

  Once is not enough to prove to her how much I want her, even the third time in the tiny shower with her bare ass pressed against me isn’t enough. If I thought I wanted her before, having a taste ignited a fire that will not quit burning. She is sleeping on her side in one of my old T-shirts, which is a total turn on. I kiss her on the shoulder and get up, or else I’m going to wake her up again and show her exactly how turned on I am. Quietly, I grab one of my old surfboards and go out the back door.

  I paddle out, the moon low in the sky, purple streaming across the sky announcing morning. I splash the warm water over my arms. It’s still out on the water, and the rocking brings back thoughts of Katie. I tried to show her how I feel about her, what she means to me. I’m not a new cowboy to this rodeo, but this was the first time I made love to someone. I can hear James in my head telling me not to do it, but I can’t help it, each touch I fell harder and harder for her. Eventually, I’m going to wreck; she is going to throw something at me and it’s going to sending me crashing, but it’s a ride I’m willing to take. Maybe it’s the adrenaline junkie inside of me, but this is going to be the best ride of my life.

  I manage to catch a few waves before I go back ashore. Leaving my board out on the porch, I tiptoe through the house and into the kitchen. My mother stands at the counter, just in from her night out. I should be mad that she wasn’t home when we got here, but that is my mother and I made peace with her long ago. I stopped looking for the motherly type in her and came to an understanding of who she is. She has on a purple velvet crop-top and a long, black skirt. Her hands are covered in henna designs that match her bare feet. Her long, sandy-blonde hair reaches her waist in two braids, and a feather hangs from one of her ears.

  “Mom.” I go to her and hug her; she smells like weed and beer.

  “Adam, my sweet baby boy.” She squeezes me back. “What a surprise! You should have called before you got here.” I told her what time she should expect us, but I don’t remind her. “I would have changed the sheets or, at least, went grocery shopping.”

  I set her down. “I’m sorry.”

  “Well don’t apologize to me, apologize to your guest.”

  My cheeks heat, and I rub my hand over my head. “Her name is Katie.”

  “Is it? You hungry?” She takes a container of leftover Chinese food from the fridge. My mom doesn’t wait for me to answer before she starts scooping out low mien into two bowls.

  “So she is why I get this visit.” She sets the bowl of cold noodles in front of me and hands me a pair of chopsticks. I wrap the noodles around the black sticks realizing how hungry I’m for the first time.

  “I think I’m in love with her,” I admit through a mouthful of food.

  My mom pulls her knees up to her chest and plucks a single noodle out. “And how does she feel about you?” she asks.

  “God, I hope the same way.”

  Frowning, my mom reaches across the table to pat my cheek. “Oh, baby, you are just like your father—giving your heart away so easily, only to be trampled on.”

  I flinch away from her. “I didn’t come here to dig up old memories. I brought her here to meet you.”

  “Of course, baby. Just be careful. Girls like her can be dangerous creatures.”

  “Girls like her. What does that mean?”

  “Pretty, rich—”

  “Rich, but …” I let the words trail off. “You don’t know her.”

  Mom rises from the table, setting her full bowl in the sink. “I know, baby.” Yawning, she stretches her arms above her head. “I’m tired, and my own guest is asleep in my bed.” She kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

  “My mother is still sleeping,” he says, gently shutting the door behind us. “So we have the whole day to ourselves. She likes to sleep all day.” He drapes his arm over my shoulders. I squint up at me through the bright afternoon sun. “I could use something to eat, and most definitely need coffee. Then maybe the beach?”

  He kisses me on my forehead. “Anything you want, Doll Face.”

  Wrapping my arms around his waist, I nuzzle my face into him, and we walk like that. I feel like I’m in a dream—last night, this morning. I don’t want to ever wake up.

  We find a small diner and I order an egg white omelet, and Adam orders bacon and the short stack of hot cakes, and I do the most un-Bloom like thing I can do; I stuff my face, eating each and every bite. Adam watches me with amusement on his face. Maybe it was last night, how everything seemed to snap into place, but I feel free from my mother’s judgment or the unrealistic notion that I must be perfect. Adam wants me no matter how broken or damaged I am, he loves me and that is all that matters. We laugh like two teenagers in love, and the conversation flows easily between us. I think I actually am going to be happy with Adam. He makes me feel things I was never allowed to feel before.

  After breakfast, we make our way back to his house and spread out blankets on the white sandy beach. I lay in a bikini on my stomach watching Adam surf. I swear I don’t think there is anything this boy can’t do. I can’t help but smile as I watch him, thinking he is mine. All my reservations before seem silly. If anyone is perfect is it, Adam.

  Adam jogs up the beach, the water glistening off his skin. Just the sight of him turns my stomach into a cage of butterflies, fluttering against my ribs. He sets the board in the sand and lays down on the blanket next to me. I roll to my back, propped up on my elbows. He places a wet, cool hand on the hot skin of my stomach. “Did I tell you yet how sexy you look in that bikini?” he purrs down at me.

  “A few times, but you can tell me again,” I flirt back.

  “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, and all I can think about is untying theses little strings.” Instantly my body begins to buzz, as he leans in, finding my mouth. In response I arch my back, meeting him halfway. His hand finds those little strings, and he tugs teasingly at them. I don’t care that we are on a beach full of people, my body craves him. I slide my hands up his back, feeling the deep ridges of the lean, tight muscle there.

  Someone clears their throat behind us. “Mother present,” Adam’s mother says, standing behind us. I stiffen and quickly sit up, pushing him away from me, and re-tie my loose bathing suit top.

  Adam reaches over and kisses me one last time. “Adam,” I hiss, but he only laughs and laces my hands with his.

  “Katie, this is my mother, Sherry.”

  “Katie.” She sits on the blanket next to me and reaches for my hand.

  “Hi, it’s lovely to meet you thank you so much for letting me stay.”

  “Of course! Any of Adam’s friends are welcome.” With long, blonde hair, eyes the same steely blue Adam’s, and the same cocky grin, it is easy to see where Adam gets his looks from.

  “I brought lunch.” She smiles at me, holding up a basket.

  “Thank you, I’m starving,” I say.

  Sherry takes out a bowl of fried chicken and French bread with a bottle of wine. “Mom, Katie doesn’t eat tha
t type of food.”

  “Oh.” Her brow rises as she looks me over, sizing me up.

  “I just … my mother didn’t allow us to.” I shoot Adam a dirty look; he is in so much trouble.

  “I see. Adam said your mother is here in Florida. Will you be visiting her, too?”

  Biting my bottom lip, I wonder how much Adam told his mother about my family. Does she think that I’m no good for her son? I look down at mine and Adam’s hands laced together, a perfect fit. Maybe too perfect. My stomach flips. “No … I don’t think so.”

  “You must. I’m sure your mother is dying to meet Adam. I would want to meet this sweet boy.” She reaches over me and pats him on the cheek.

  “Thanks, Mom.”

  I know what she is doing even if Adam doesn’t. She doesn’t want me with her son. My stomach sinks. “Maybe we should go see your mom,” Adam suggests, kissing my shoulder. I shiver—not from his lips on my skin, but the thought of my mother digging her claws into Adam. Sherry is looking at me with a glint in her eyes.