to be filled, never before been plunged
into passion so thoroughly.
Floating, she absorbed the sensations, letting him feast where he would. When his lips closed over the peak of her breast,
she arched and moaned low in her throat. Her body strained to get closer as he devoured. Then her arms circled his neck and
he shifted his greedy mouth to the other side.
This was what she’d dreamed of and never been able toput into words. This was the dark madness she’d known was possible yet had never quite achieved. She felt him shiver, banking
his own needs, and knew she’d always longed to be wanted this desperately by a man.
Her skin was young and firm and remarkably smooth. Adam skimmed his mouth along the length of her fantastic legs. His lips
traveled upward and found her ready. Unable to resist, he sent her soaring. The first climax tore through her, followed by
waves of sensation that left her stunned. With the little breath she had left, she whispered his name.
Before she could react, he moved over her and slipped inside. Recovering quickly, she rose to meet him thrust for thrust,
her eyes glazed but open and on his. It occurred to Adam as he moved within her that the conqueror was being conquered as
well.
They found the rhythm instinctively, as if they’d been lovers for years. Her arms went around him as if needing to hold him
ever closer moments before they tumbled over the edge together.
CHAPTER 4
Adam punched the elevator button for the fourth floor and loosened his tie as the doors closed. Alone inside, he leaned against
the mirrored back wall and took a deep breath.
He shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be dropping by Liz’s apartment at this hour. Past eleven. She might be asleep.
He’d spent the evening at a rented hall in Chula Vista, answering questions posed by the mostly Hispanic audience. Fitz had
set up the meeting with one of the local attorneys concerned about Adam’s viewpoint on matters of importance to the large
California Hispanic population.
Endlessly they’d discussed immigration, police harassment, ethnic discrimination, state-sponsored adult English classes. He’d
left feeling that most people there understood his policies and approved of the direction he was hoping to take the state.
But this was the fourth question-and-answer session in as many days, usually after a full day of appointments and interviews,
and he was ready to drop.
The elevator doors slid open and he stepped out, turningleft. He’d talked with Liz around six, and she’d invited him to stop by after his meeting. He hadn’t thought he’d be this
late. He should have driven home, called her, made it another day. But the need to see her was stronger than his desire for
rest.
He shook his head as he recalled that three months ago he’d taken her into his bed thinking that once he’d had her, he’d be
able to get her out of his system. His need for her was stronger each day, a living, breathing thing.
And it scared the hell out of him.
He knocked on the door of apartment 410. Almost immediately it opened. She stood there, obviously fresh from her shower, brushing
back her damp hair, wearing a white wraparound robe and a welcoming smile. It struck him again that there was this air of
innocence about her that totally belied the passionate nature he’d discovered. He felt his fatigue slip away as he stepped
inside and took her into his arms.
He kissed her hungrily, greedily, as if he could never get enough. Lifting his head, he gazed into her dark eyes. How had
he let this happen? he asked himself. He’d had his life neatly mapped out since his teens; he’d calculated every move, considered
each option. He’d planned so carefully, even conjecturing about the unexpected. He’d pondered every possibility except one.
He hadn’t counted on a Liz Townsend coming into his life.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said softly.
“I shouldn’t have,” Adam
into passion so thoroughly.
Floating, she absorbed the sensations, letting him feast where he would. When his lips closed over the peak of her breast,
she arched and moaned low in her throat. Her body strained to get closer as he devoured. Then her arms circled his neck and
he shifted his greedy mouth to the other side.
This was what she’d dreamed of and never been able toput into words. This was the dark madness she’d known was possible yet had never quite achieved. She felt him shiver, banking
his own needs, and knew she’d always longed to be wanted this desperately by a man.
Her skin was young and firm and remarkably smooth. Adam skimmed his mouth along the length of her fantastic legs. His lips
traveled upward and found her ready. Unable to resist, he sent her soaring. The first climax tore through her, followed by
waves of sensation that left her stunned. With the little breath she had left, she whispered his name.
Before she could react, he moved over her and slipped inside. Recovering quickly, she rose to meet him thrust for thrust,
her eyes glazed but open and on his. It occurred to Adam as he moved within her that the conqueror was being conquered as
well.
They found the rhythm instinctively, as if they’d been lovers for years. Her arms went around him as if needing to hold him
ever closer moments before they tumbled over the edge together.
CHAPTER 4
Adam punched the elevator button for the fourth floor and loosened his tie as the doors closed. Alone inside, he leaned against
the mirrored back wall and took a deep breath.
He shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be dropping by Liz’s apartment at this hour. Past eleven. She might be asleep.
He’d spent the evening at a rented hall in Chula Vista, answering questions posed by the mostly Hispanic audience. Fitz had
set up the meeting with one of the local attorneys concerned about Adam’s viewpoint on matters of importance to the large
California Hispanic population.
Endlessly they’d discussed immigration, police harassment, ethnic discrimination, state-sponsored adult English classes. He’d
left feeling that most people there understood his policies and approved of the direction he was hoping to take the state.
But this was the fourth question-and-answer session in as many days, usually after a full day of appointments and interviews,
and he was ready to drop.
The elevator doors slid open and he stepped out, turningleft. He’d talked with Liz around six, and she’d invited him to stop by after his meeting. He hadn’t thought he’d be this
late. He should have driven home, called her, made it another day. But the need to see her was stronger than his desire for
rest.
He shook his head as he recalled that three months ago he’d taken her into his bed thinking that once he’d had her, he’d be
able to get her out of his system. His need for her was stronger each day, a living, breathing thing.
And it scared the hell out of him.
He knocked on the door of apartment 410. Almost immediately it opened. She stood there, obviously fresh from her shower, brushing
back her damp hair, wearing a white wraparound robe and a welcoming smile. It struck him again that there was this air of
innocence about her that totally belied the passionate nature he’d discovered. He felt his fatigue slip away as he stepped
inside and took her into his arms.
He kissed her hungrily, greedily, as if he could never get enough. Lifting his head, he gazed into her dark eyes. How had
he let this happen? he asked himself. He’d had his life neatly mapped out since his teens; he’d calculated every move, considered
each option. He’d planned so carefully, even conjecturing about the unexpected. He’d pondered every possibility except one.
He hadn’t counted on a Liz Townsend coming into his life.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said softly.
“I shouldn’t have,” Adam
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