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“I can’t imagine anything better than you in my arms, Adam.”
His heart ached a little. There it was again. That sweet honesty that made him remember he knew more about her fantasies than she would want him to. Knowing that made it easier for him to keep his control though he was rock hard. Knowing he was going to fulfill them made his spine tingle.
He unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. He’d forgotten his shoes and had an awkward moment where he had to bend over to remove them.
He felt the butterfly-light touch of her hand on the back of his thigh. Her fingers explored him while he was doubled over. He got his shoes and socks off and pushed his jeans to the floor.
Standing there in just his jockey shorts he let her explore him. Her fingers traced the line of a scar he’d always had, which wrapped from the front of his hip around to his back.
“How’d you get this?”
Adam shrugged. His mother had told him it had happened when he was only six months old. She’d never said anything more and he’d never asked about it. But when he’d learned that she was really his adoptive mother he’d wondered again how he’d gotten the scar.
“I’ve always had it,” he said. She traced it again with her fingers then hooked her other arm around his waist and drew him back to the edge of the bed. He felt her lips along his flank. Kissing and nibbling, tasting him. He tightened painfully and he knew that the slow and easy round of lovemaking he’d wanted for their first time wasn’t going to happen.
He wanted her. He needed her soft touches. He needed her combination of shy looks and bold caresses. He needed … her. He sank down on the bed, moving over her. She smiled up at him, her hands still exploring him everywhere. Touching his chest, tangling in the hair there and tugging on it.
He pushed her jeans down her legs, removing her shoes and socks, too. He sank back on his haunches and just stared at her. She was bare except for the brief fabric of her bright blue bikini panties. They were made of silk and lace and he remembered the feel of her warmth against his fingers, the fabric under his hand as he’d touched her on the couch.
He wanted more than memory. He wanted to feel her again. To feel her now. “Are you on the pill?”
“No. I don’t have any condoms, either.”
“I brought my own.”
“Always prepared?” she asked. There was something in her tone that made him realize the answer to this next question was very important.
“I’m prepared for you. I don’t carry condoms around as a rule but you are pure temptation, Gracie, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist.”
“Come to me,” she said, leaning back against the pile of pillows. She pushed her panties down her hips and kicked them to the floor. She opened her arms and bent her knees.
He shed his underwear in record time and grabbed the condom from his pocket. He’d put it there earlier in the hopes that the evening would end this way.
He took her feet in each of his hands and drew her down until she lay flat on the bed. He pushed her legs wide open and held himself over her, braced on his forearms leaving only an inch of space between their bodies.
He lowered his hips and felt her moist center. His control slipped. She shifted, reaching down to encircle him with her hand.
“Where’s your condom?”
“Right here.” He dropped it next to her. He kissed her, starting at her neck and moving down her body, unable to resist the temptation to taste her. He leaned down to lick each nipple until it tightened. Then he blew gently on the tips. She raked her nails down his back.
He held her still with a hand on her stomach as he suckled on each of her breasts until her nipples were hard and red. He glanced up at her and saw her swallow. Her hands shifted on the bed next to her hips.
He traced a path down her center until he got to her belly button. He loved the small mound of her belly. He kissed her flesh there then moved lower, dipping his fingers into the warm moisture in her center.
“Adam, please.”
She took his hard length in her hand and followed with her tongue, teasing him with quick licks and light touches.
He arched on the bed, thrusting up before he realized what he was doing. He pulled her away from his body, wanting to be inside her.
He pulled her up to his body until she straddled his hips. He fumbled for the condom, finding it a few feet from them, then ripping the packet open with one hand. He sheathed himself and then, using his grip on her hips, he pulled her down and slipped into her body. With one quick movement, he rolled them over to take command.
She arched her back, reaching up to entwine her arms around his shoulders. He thrust harder, slid deeper still into her, and felt every nerve in his body tense. Reaching between their bodies he touched her between her legs until he felt her body start to tighten around him.
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