The atmosphere transformed into pure heat as Adam’s hands moved beneath her oversized sweater, his palm warm against her waist. Paris lifted her arms, letting him slide the sweater over her head and toss it onto the floor. Adam slowed his pace for a moment, looking down at her under the dim glow of the TV screen, his eyes dark with intention. He leaned back down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw line, down her neck, and over her shoulder, sending a shudder straight down her spine. Paris arched into his touch, her hands gripping his back through his shirt before tugging the fabric up until he shed it completely. Skin against skin, the friction between them felt intoxicating. Adam traced a path of kisses down her stomach, his hands gripping her thighs as he peeled away the rest of her clothes. Every touch was deliberate and fiery, pulling small, breathless gasps from Paris as he took his time worshipping every inch of her body. When he finally slid between her knees, Paris pulled him down by his neck, meeting his mouth in a bruised, needy kiss as the quiet room echoed with their breathing.

Sparks And Heat