Just His Type (Part One) Read Online Free

of my ass. I, in turn, had wound both arms around his neck to play with the dark stubble of his hair and cling unabashedly to his warmth.
     
    "Hi," he whispered with a chuckle when we came up for air.
     
    "H-hi," I laughed in response, pleased to see the little crinkle of laugh lines around his spectacular green eyes. "You know, I think it's important for you to understand that I don't normally do things like this."
     
    Adam's laughter was a deep bass rumble. "Do what? Kiss strange men? Or kiss strange men in public?"
     
    "Either," I admitted with a giggle. "It's not really my style."
     
    "Mine neither." Adam grinned broadly. "So, how much farther is it to your place?"
     
    Adam's enthusiasm made me blush. "Just the next block up, on Hillsborough Street."
     
    "Thank God," Adam Mombled hoarsely, grabbing my hand and all but pulling me back up the street and away from the waterfront. "This is pretty and magical and all, but I can think of more comfortable places to kiss you."
     
    "Like my sofa?" I supplied; the mental image of Adam lying naked on my chesterfield had a definite appeal.
     
    "Like your breasts," Adam teased with a chuckle.
     
    I was speechless for a moment and knew I was blushing as completely as a redhead could, but if Adam noticed he said nothing. He led the way up my street and waited patiently while I took out my key and let us up to my second floor flat; I half expected him to jump me the moment he got me truly alone, but instead he waited wordlessly as I stripped off Rhiannon's uncomfortable shoes and fed and watered my noisy cat.
     
    I stood slightly confused and alone in the centre of my kitchen; Adam leaned against the archway to the living room, arms crossed casually across his broad chest, a small grin on his handsome face as he watched me.
     
    "What?" I asked guardedly as Adam's eyes followed my every movement.
     
    He shrugged. I hadn't turned the overhead lights on and the room was bathed in the soft glow of the street lamps outside; from my vantage point I could see the shadows of his tattoos dance up the length of his arms.
     
    "I like watching you," Adam confessed in his deep voice. "You have an interesting way of moving."
     
    I processed Adam's words for a moment before speaking. "You are nothing like I thought a one-night-stand would be."
     
    "One-night-stand? Who said anything about that?" There was a dry edge to his question which I hadn't been expecting.
     
    "I did." I could feel myself blushing and was glad for the dimly lit room. "You just picked me up at the bar, Adam. I can't say I was expecting much more than tonight."
     
    "Is that what you want?" Adam's face was shadowed and I found myself wishing I could see his eyes better; I didn't know him at all, but I suspected those brilliantly emerald eyes of his didn't hide much.
     
    "I don't know what I want," I confessed with a wry smile. "I told you, I don't do this sort of thing."
     
    There was a stretch of silence between us which wasn't entirely comfortable. I could feel the possibility of my only one-night-stand start to slip away; no wonder I was crap at this sort of thing.
     
    "What were you thinking when you walked over to me at the bar tonight?" Adam asked bluntly.
     
    "I was hoping I wasn't going to trip on those damn shoes, actually."
     
    Adam laughed, but I could see the muscles in his arms flex impatiently. "Be truthful, Lilly."
     
    "I was thinking that even though you weren't my type, you were the cutest guy I'd ever seen, and that there was absolutely no way you were going to buy me a drink and that I must be crazy to think so. What were you thinking?" I added quickly, feeling my defenses spring up.
     
    "I was wondering who you were, and why you looked so out of place in that damn bar. I wondered what you and your girlfriends were talking about to make you laugh so loudly and why you'd put lipstick on before you came over to talk to me. But mostly," he crossed the distance between us with only three short