pain.
His eyes flared with heat, and he carried her into a bedroom at the back. A lamp shed
a soft light onto a huge four-poster bed covered in a patchwork quilt. He lowered
her legs and slid her down his body. He sank his hands into her hair, finding the
pins and releasing them. He massaged her scalp where the pins had clipped her hair
up at her temples, but left it free to fall down her back.
The sensation of his long fingers sliding over those tender areas made her moan.
“Damn,” he muttered. Framing her face with his hands, he kissed her. Hard. Deep. Relentless.
Until she was kissing him back. Tasting him, feeling the wet heat of his tongue against
hers. She sucked in his lower lip, grazing it with her teeth. More. She wanted more.
Her dress was too tight, her breasts too heavy.
He pressed one thigh between her legs, sliding against her cleft and rocking with
just the right friction.
She ran her hands over his arms, down his waist, and held onto his firm backside.
Trying to get more. She whimpered against his mouth.
Tugging her head back, he looked into her eyes. “Do you ache for me, sweet Meg?” Pushing
his erection against her belly, he said, “Like I ache for you?”
His eyes were dilated, his face flushed. “Yes. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m all yours.” He let go of her and yanked off his jacket, pulled off his tie. He
undid his shirt and ripped it out of his pants.
As he stripped, her body grew tighter. Never had she needed him like she did now.
When he undid the belt and opened his pants, she saw the line of hair that trailed
down his taut stomach, her mouth dried, and she curled her fingers into her palms.
His gaze stayed locked on her as he guided his pants and boxers down. The long, thick
column of his arousal sprang free.
She reached out and traced the length of him. One hand wasn’t enough. She used both
to cup him, sliding along the delicious length.
Adam kicked his pants away and caught her hips. “Turn,” he said, his voice a harsh
command.
She released him and lifted her hair. Adam’s fingers found the zipper and pulled it
down slow and steady. The gown fell away, exposing her skin to the cool air and the
scorching heat of his gaze.
“Thong and nothing else. That’s damned hot.” He turned her around, pressed her back
to the bed, caught the thong at her hips and tugged it off. He got a condom from a
drawer of the side table.
“I’m taking the birth control shots. I’m safe from pregnancy.”
He rolled on the condom and climbed on the bed beside her. “I’m always careful.” He
leaned down and kissed her, starting with her mouth and working his way down her body.
The thought that he was careless once came and went before she could hold onto it.
Nothing mattered but the feel of him. He drew her nipple into his mouth, his hand
wandering between her thighs, and she was lost.
She trailed her hand down his belly, following that thin line of hair over his rippled
muscles to his penis. Closing her fingers around him, she brushed her thumb over the
sensitive tip. He groaned, pushing into her hand. Then he reached down, moved her
hand away, and covered her body. Settling between her thighs, he positioned himself,
then slid into her.
She caught her breath as he filled her body, and in the process exposed the part of
her that had been empty all these years. The intensity of her feelings, of the physical
sensations, swept her into a place only he could take her. She writhed beneath him,
trying to capture more.
“Yes. Show me what you want.” He caught her face, kissing her as he began to thrust
harder and deeper, until she was panting, clawing at his back. Her entire being focused
on him pulling out of her, then pushing back in through all her sensitive folds.
She couldn’t get enough. “I can’t…” She arched, never having gone this high.
Adam pushed up on one arm. He moved his other arm beneath
His eyes flared with heat, and he carried her into a bedroom at the back. A lamp shed
a soft light onto a huge four-poster bed covered in a patchwork quilt. He lowered
her legs and slid her down his body. He sank his hands into her hair, finding the
pins and releasing them. He massaged her scalp where the pins had clipped her hair
up at her temples, but left it free to fall down her back.
The sensation of his long fingers sliding over those tender areas made her moan.
“Damn,” he muttered. Framing her face with his hands, he kissed her. Hard. Deep. Relentless.
Until she was kissing him back. Tasting him, feeling the wet heat of his tongue against
hers. She sucked in his lower lip, grazing it with her teeth. More. She wanted more.
Her dress was too tight, her breasts too heavy.
He pressed one thigh between her legs, sliding against her cleft and rocking with
just the right friction.
She ran her hands over his arms, down his waist, and held onto his firm backside.
Trying to get more. She whimpered against his mouth.
Tugging her head back, he looked into her eyes. “Do you ache for me, sweet Meg?” Pushing
his erection against her belly, he said, “Like I ache for you?”
His eyes were dilated, his face flushed. “Yes. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m all yours.” He let go of her and yanked off his jacket, pulled off his tie. He
undid his shirt and ripped it out of his pants.
As he stripped, her body grew tighter. Never had she needed him like she did now.
When he undid the belt and opened his pants, she saw the line of hair that trailed
down his taut stomach, her mouth dried, and she curled her fingers into her palms.
His gaze stayed locked on her as he guided his pants and boxers down. The long, thick
column of his arousal sprang free.
She reached out and traced the length of him. One hand wasn’t enough. She used both
to cup him, sliding along the delicious length.
Adam kicked his pants away and caught her hips. “Turn,” he said, his voice a harsh
command.
She released him and lifted her hair. Adam’s fingers found the zipper and pulled it
down slow and steady. The gown fell away, exposing her skin to the cool air and the
scorching heat of his gaze.
“Thong and nothing else. That’s damned hot.” He turned her around, pressed her back
to the bed, caught the thong at her hips and tugged it off. He got a condom from a
drawer of the side table.
“I’m taking the birth control shots. I’m safe from pregnancy.”
He rolled on the condom and climbed on the bed beside her. “I’m always careful.” He
leaned down and kissed her, starting with her mouth and working his way down her body.
The thought that he was careless once came and went before she could hold onto it.
Nothing mattered but the feel of him. He drew her nipple into his mouth, his hand
wandering between her thighs, and she was lost.
She trailed her hand down his belly, following that thin line of hair over his rippled
muscles to his penis. Closing her fingers around him, she brushed her thumb over the
sensitive tip. He groaned, pushing into her hand. Then he reached down, moved her
hand away, and covered her body. Settling between her thighs, he positioned himself,
then slid into her.
She caught her breath as he filled her body, and in the process exposed the part of
her that had been empty all these years. The intensity of her feelings, of the physical
sensations, swept her into a place only he could take her. She writhed beneath him,
trying to capture more.
“Yes. Show me what you want.” He caught her face, kissing her as he began to thrust
harder and deeper, until she was panting, clawing at his back. Her entire being focused
on him pulling out of her, then pushing back in through all her sensitive folds.
She couldn’t get enough. “I can’t…” She arched, never having gone this high.
Adam pushed up on one arm. He moved his other arm beneath
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