through his hair in butterfly touches. There and gone.
Holy Christ, he wanted more. Some part of him realized she was blatantly seducing
him. A complete turnaround from her attempts to keep their relationship a secret,
but there wasn’t enough blood left in his brain to worry about that now.
Tightening his fingers around her hips, he found her rhythm and danced with her, let
the music sink into them both, and felt something akin to true happiness in the moment.
Leaning his mouth to her ear, he said, “You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
He saw her lips curve. “What you did to me last night?”
“Oh hell, yeah.” He drew in a breath. “I’m going to do that again. This time, though…no
panties.” His brain was on fire with the image.
Megan turned in his arms to face him. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was so damned
beautiful.
“How do you do that?”
He slipped one hand over her shoulder. “Make you burn for me like I burn for you?”
“Yes.” She breathed the word out. “It’s almost hurts the way I need you.”
He leaned closer. “I can make it stop hurting. Give you pleasure.” Adam was aware
of the people around them. It was pure survival for him to always be aware. He wanted
to get her somewhere private where all his attention could be on her. Just Meg. “Come
to my room with me.”
“You have a room? Here?”
“I do.” The band was beginning a new song. He trailed his hand down her arm and caught
her hand, tugged her off the floor and out the French doors onto the patio. At the
waist-high fence, he kissed her.
…
Megan lost her breath as his mouth descended on hers. Her thoughts scattered. He caught
her hair in his hand, tugging just enough.
She opened her mouth.
He invaded her, filled her. This was crazy! People were around, and yet all she could
think about was Adam. He pressed his body against hers, his arousal hard against the
softness of her belly.
Ripping his mouth from hers, he looked into her face. Heat poured off him. “I never
lose control. You do this to me. Come with me. Now.” He fought past the raging need
to bury himself deep inside her. “You can say no to sex, just let me hold you. Have
you all to myself for a little while.”
She couldn’t get her wits about her. She should ask where, tell someone, but then
she looked into his eyes and saw a mix of searing lust and unending need and there
was no part of her that could deny him.
So all she said was, “Yes.”
Adam slid his hands to her waist and lifted her effortlessly. “Swing your legs over
the fence.”
She did, feeling a new thrill go through her.
Releasing her, Adam hopped the fence, grabbed her hand, and ran over the lush grass.
“Wait!” Laughing, she held onto his arm and took off her heels. They resumed running,
the lights of the clubhouse retreating. Night fell around them like a velvet caress.
The grass was damp and cool beneath her feet, while Adam’s hand was warm around hers.
They passed a pond, heard the gentle movement of the water, and headed to the guest
cabins tucked in a tree line. Her heart beat harder, and she grew slightly winded.
But for the first time in years, Meg felt young, sexy, and free to be just a little
bit wild.
As they neared the edge of the grass, Adam stopped and swept her into his arms. “I
don’t want you stepping on rocks or debris, or stubbing your toe in a crack.” He strode
over the flagstones, following the curving path to a cabin bracketed by two cypress
trees. He fished out a key while still holding her, unlocked it and walked in.
She barely saw the wood-beamed ceiling, pecan-colored walls, or planked floor covered
in rugs. With her still in his arms, he paused between a small kitchenette on the
left and living area on the right. “Want to stay out here? Or go in the bedroom?”
“Bedroom. ”She breathed it out, her need for him flooding her with an unbearably sweet
Holy Christ, he wanted more. Some part of him realized she was blatantly seducing
him. A complete turnaround from her attempts to keep their relationship a secret,
but there wasn’t enough blood left in his brain to worry about that now.
Tightening his fingers around her hips, he found her rhythm and danced with her, let
the music sink into them both, and felt something akin to true happiness in the moment.
Leaning his mouth to her ear, he said, “You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
He saw her lips curve. “What you did to me last night?”
“Oh hell, yeah.” He drew in a breath. “I’m going to do that again. This time, though…no
panties.” His brain was on fire with the image.
Megan turned in his arms to face him. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was so damned
beautiful.
“How do you do that?”
He slipped one hand over her shoulder. “Make you burn for me like I burn for you?”
“Yes.” She breathed the word out. “It’s almost hurts the way I need you.”
He leaned closer. “I can make it stop hurting. Give you pleasure.” Adam was aware
of the people around them. It was pure survival for him to always be aware. He wanted
to get her somewhere private where all his attention could be on her. Just Meg. “Come
to my room with me.”
“You have a room? Here?”
“I do.” The band was beginning a new song. He trailed his hand down her arm and caught
her hand, tugged her off the floor and out the French doors onto the patio. At the
waist-high fence, he kissed her.
…
Megan lost her breath as his mouth descended on hers. Her thoughts scattered. He caught
her hair in his hand, tugging just enough.
She opened her mouth.
He invaded her, filled her. This was crazy! People were around, and yet all she could
think about was Adam. He pressed his body against hers, his arousal hard against the
softness of her belly.
Ripping his mouth from hers, he looked into her face. Heat poured off him. “I never
lose control. You do this to me. Come with me. Now.” He fought past the raging need
to bury himself deep inside her. “You can say no to sex, just let me hold you. Have
you all to myself for a little while.”
She couldn’t get her wits about her. She should ask where, tell someone, but then
she looked into his eyes and saw a mix of searing lust and unending need and there
was no part of her that could deny him.
So all she said was, “Yes.”
Adam slid his hands to her waist and lifted her effortlessly. “Swing your legs over
the fence.”
She did, feeling a new thrill go through her.
Releasing her, Adam hopped the fence, grabbed her hand, and ran over the lush grass.
“Wait!” Laughing, she held onto his arm and took off her heels. They resumed running,
the lights of the clubhouse retreating. Night fell around them like a velvet caress.
The grass was damp and cool beneath her feet, while Adam’s hand was warm around hers.
They passed a pond, heard the gentle movement of the water, and headed to the guest
cabins tucked in a tree line. Her heart beat harder, and she grew slightly winded.
But for the first time in years, Meg felt young, sexy, and free to be just a little
bit wild.
As they neared the edge of the grass, Adam stopped and swept her into his arms. “I
don’t want you stepping on rocks or debris, or stubbing your toe in a crack.” He strode
over the flagstones, following the curving path to a cabin bracketed by two cypress
trees. He fished out a key while still holding her, unlocked it and walked in.
She barely saw the wood-beamed ceiling, pecan-colored walls, or planked floor covered
in rugs. With her still in his arms, he paused between a small kitchenette on the
left and living area on the right. “Want to stay out here? Or go in the bedroom?”
“Bedroom. ”She breathed it out, her need for him flooding her with an unbearably sweet
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