short-sleeved pullover was almost molded to his chest and shoulders. She could easily distinguish the scents of cologne and male in the cool night air. Her body was unnaturally tense, and her blood was beginning to throb.
She wondered what sophisticated women did in this situation, then decided they probably acted as normally as possible.
“Adam.” She forced a cough to cover the croaking frog that had invaded her voice.
He turned his head. “Yes?”
Not able to think of a thing to say, she groaned silently. She was back to square one in the sophistication department. She had been better off
inside
the house.
That last thought gave her an idea, and she said, “It’s a little chilly out here. Let’s go back—”
“No need,” he said, and brought his arm off the back of the settee to encircle her shoulders.
Before she could open her mouth to protest, he drew her against his side. She nearly moaned aloud as the heat of his body penetrated her hip and thigh. Bewilderment and anticipation swirled through her.
“Warmer?” he asked in a low voice.
Too hot, she thought as her blood seemed toturn to molten lava. Desperately she replied, “I’m still chilly, and—”
Her words were abruptly cut off as his mouth covered hers. She tried to still her automatic response to his coaxing lips, but they teased and tantalized with soft sips at her own. His arms curved around her, pulling her closer. Then his mouth slanted across hers, melding them together.
As he deepened the kiss, sensations shot through Diana, leaving her helpless to do anything
but
respond. All her doubts and suspicions were forgotten. Her resolve crumbled at the tender demands of his lips and tongue. Her arms crept around his neck, and as they did, her hands touched bare flesh. Without hesitation she slipped her fingers beneath the collar of his shirt. His skin was warm and smooth, and she delighted in the feel of the corded muscles of his shoulders.
“So soft. So sweet,” he murmured, spreading kisses down the slender column of her neck.
His hands swept under her sweater to roam across the heated skin of her back. Then his hands were between their bodies, lifting away the last barrier of her bra and caressing the hardening peaks of her breasts.
Diana couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as he teased and tormented her with the lightest of touches. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she moaned and instinctively arched her back, thrusting the full weight of her breasts into his hands.
At her electrifying reaction, Adam lost all thoughts of gentleness and finesse. He pulled her across his lap and ground his mouth into hers, seeking and finding a like response. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once, demand and take, yetgive and receive. He wanted to bathe himself in her silken radiance.
He pushed her sweater and bra up until her breasts were completely unencumbered. They seemed to be made especially for his hands, and her nipples strained into his palms. Cradling her in his arms, he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, tasting its velvety hardness. His mind reeled at the sensation, and her hands clutched his shoulders with sweet urgency. Her hips shifted restlessly. He smoothed a hand over them in answer. Tiny moans came from the back of her throat, entreating him to explore further.
But the moment he did, her body tensed and a hand clamped around his wrist, thrusting it away. Bewildered, he snapped his head up. Even in the darkness he could discern the confusion and panic on Diana’s face, and he instantly called himself every name he could think of for his callousness.
“That was real sophisticated,” she mumbled as she turned her face away and awkwardly pulled her sweater and bra back into place. She glanced at him, then looked away again. “I’m sorry.”
He drew in a deep breath. Smoothing back her hair, he said gently, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Diana. I did.”
She whipped her head around. “Oh, no,
She wondered what sophisticated women did in this situation, then decided they probably acted as normally as possible.
“Adam.” She forced a cough to cover the croaking frog that had invaded her voice.
He turned his head. “Yes?”
Not able to think of a thing to say, she groaned silently. She was back to square one in the sophistication department. She had been better off
inside
the house.
That last thought gave her an idea, and she said, “It’s a little chilly out here. Let’s go back—”
“No need,” he said, and brought his arm off the back of the settee to encircle her shoulders.
Before she could open her mouth to protest, he drew her against his side. She nearly moaned aloud as the heat of his body penetrated her hip and thigh. Bewilderment and anticipation swirled through her.
“Warmer?” he asked in a low voice.
Too hot, she thought as her blood seemed toturn to molten lava. Desperately she replied, “I’m still chilly, and—”
Her words were abruptly cut off as his mouth covered hers. She tried to still her automatic response to his coaxing lips, but they teased and tantalized with soft sips at her own. His arms curved around her, pulling her closer. Then his mouth slanted across hers, melding them together.
As he deepened the kiss, sensations shot through Diana, leaving her helpless to do anything
but
respond. All her doubts and suspicions were forgotten. Her resolve crumbled at the tender demands of his lips and tongue. Her arms crept around his neck, and as they did, her hands touched bare flesh. Without hesitation she slipped her fingers beneath the collar of his shirt. His skin was warm and smooth, and she delighted in the feel of the corded muscles of his shoulders.
“So soft. So sweet,” he murmured, spreading kisses down the slender column of her neck.
His hands swept under her sweater to roam across the heated skin of her back. Then his hands were between their bodies, lifting away the last barrier of her bra and caressing the hardening peaks of her breasts.
Diana couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as he teased and tormented her with the lightest of touches. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she moaned and instinctively arched her back, thrusting the full weight of her breasts into his hands.
At her electrifying reaction, Adam lost all thoughts of gentleness and finesse. He pulled her across his lap and ground his mouth into hers, seeking and finding a like response. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once, demand and take, yetgive and receive. He wanted to bathe himself in her silken radiance.
He pushed her sweater and bra up until her breasts were completely unencumbered. They seemed to be made especially for his hands, and her nipples strained into his palms. Cradling her in his arms, he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, tasting its velvety hardness. His mind reeled at the sensation, and her hands clutched his shoulders with sweet urgency. Her hips shifted restlessly. He smoothed a hand over them in answer. Tiny moans came from the back of her throat, entreating him to explore further.
But the moment he did, her body tensed and a hand clamped around his wrist, thrusting it away. Bewildered, he snapped his head up. Even in the darkness he could discern the confusion and panic on Diana’s face, and he instantly called himself every name he could think of for his callousness.
“That was real sophisticated,” she mumbled as she turned her face away and awkwardly pulled her sweater and bra back into place. She glanced at him, then looked away again. “I’m sorry.”
He drew in a deep breath. Smoothing back her hair, he said gently, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Diana. I did.”
She whipped her head around. “Oh, no,
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