We slipped under the covers at the same time and came together. His cold hands ran over my skin. I squirmed and squealed, "Cold hands."

He laughed and rubbed his hands over my body.

"Adam...!" I squealed. "You really are a bully."

He laughed some more. "You're being a girl."

"That's because I am a girl. Haven't you noticed that?"

Adam smirked and put his lips on my mouth. "Oh...believe me, I noticed."

I fluttered my eyelashes. "When?"

He grinned at me. "You got on the train carrying a large parcel wearing tight-fitting jeans and a pink T-shirt. Your hair was tied high on your head with loose bits hanging on your face. Some old jerk offered to carry the box for you, but you said no. As you made your way down the aisle, he checked out your arse. That's when I punched him."

"You punched him?"

Adam laughed. "No, but I wanted to. Every guy on the train stared at your arse that day so I decided your arse was going to be mine." He gripped my butt cheeks with his hands.

I jerked forward and squealed again.

Adam sighed and put his mouth on my breast.

My mother had sent me some clothes I had left when I last visited. She had added numerous other pieces she thought I would like. I had to pick it up at the city post office during my lunch hour, which made it harder because I had to change into my day clothes to walk down the street. Half my lunch hour had been spent getting in and out of my work costume. I smiled to myself. That day had been two weeks before I first noticed Adam's tattoo.

I lifted his face from my breast with both of my hands. "That means you noticed me before I noticed you."

He beamed. "Yeah, I know, and it pissed me off. You were hard work. The more you didn't notice me, the more I wanted you to." He attempted to suckle my breast again.

"Uh, uh, you've got questions to answer. What do you mean by hard work?"

Adam laughed some more. "Do you think it was a coincidence that we ended up in the same carriage every day?"

A pool of warmth lit my face and then spread through the rest of my body. "I like knowing you had to work for me. I thought I was an easy hussy who had sex with some Train Guy because she had a crush."

He ran his finger over my face. "You had a crush?"

I tweaked my eyebrows. "Yep, as soon as you looked at me, the day I first noticed your tattoo. Your weird friend put me off a bit, and Gillian, I'm sure she was going to tear my eyes out. She said, "Had you thought about what she'd said," and you said, "How many different ways can I say mind your own business?" As those words came back to me, I paused and peered at him. "Was that about me? Because I remember getting a weird idea that it was?"

Adam kissed me on the lips. "Yeah, it was about you."

He attempted to kiss me harder. I put my finger on his mouth. "Ugh, ugh, keep talking, pal."

Adam laughed, put his forehead on mine and pleaded, "I want to make love with you, Jasmine."

I smirked at him. "It would seem I have the winning hand then, doesn't it? Why was it about me?"

He grinned and focused on my eyes. "Giving you power isn't a good thing."

"Spill boy." I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head.

Adam laughed some more. "She guessed I was making a play, didn't like it and tried to convince me I'd be making trouble for myself. I guess she was right. You are giving me trouble. Now stop talking and let me do what I want."

I grinned, pressed my body against his warm, smooth skin, then threw my leg over his hip.

Adam ran his hand down my back, over my backside and drew me closer. I loved it when he did that; it made me feel beautiful. He kissed me, found my core, then rocked backwards and forwards. I held onto his face, our lips touching. His warm breath caressed my mouth. I groaned, amazed at how he could make me want him so much. Adam gripped me tighter, stilled our bodies, as we pulsated in unison and struggled for air.

My troubled breathing became sobs; my body collapsed against his.

"Jasmine..." he whispered. "Christ...I love that I can do that to you."

I attempted to smile in my sensitive state. "Adam...please don't hurt me."

He understood what I was asking because he whispered. "I don't want to hurt you, honey. Ever."

We lay in each other's arms, not speaking, just caressing each other. I had never experienced such a wonderful moment with any man. This meant it wasn't just about sex. I didn't want it to end. I didn't want to go home and prayed for a freak storm that would prevent us from stepping outside.

"Jasmine."

I lifted my head to look at him.

"Are you on the pill?"

"Yes. I grinned and touched his face. "I have a contraception bar in my arm."

A glimmer of relief filled Adam's eyes. I said, "So does that count towards our quota, since we didn't use a condom?"

He squeezed me tight as he laughed. "We didn't use one in the tub last night either."

"Didn't we?" I raised my eyebrows, shocked that I hadn't noticed.

Adam touched my face with his finger. "Just how many glasses of wine does it take to get you pissed?"

"Two."

He rolled over and pulled me on top of him. "A two-pot screamer, hey? I'm going to have to keep an eye on you. How many guys have taken advantage of you when you're been under the influence?"

"None." I flipped my hand on his shoulder. "I'm a very good girl. At least I was until I met you."

I sighed, watching Adam laugh. He was so beautiful. I twinkled my eyebrows and said, "What's your favourite bit about having sex with me?"

He looked me square in the eyes and answered, "All of it."

"There's got to be one bit you like more than the rest."

"Hearing the sounds you make." Adam gripped me tighter and made melodramatic moaning noises as he twisted his head from side to side.

He bucked when I pinched his nipples. I laughed and said, "Oh, you are so...funny."

So, Adam has been watching Jasmine for a while.  I hope he's not a stalker.

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