making her innermost parts clench against their will. But it was nothing compared to the next words out of his mouth.
“I want you , Holly.”
She gasped slightly. Disbelief, hope, and a big surge of lust rose up inside of her, drowning out her rational mind’s increasingly weak protests that Adam was not interested in her that way. He tossed the flowers off to the side, red and pink blooms scattering to the floor. He brought flowers? She barely had time to process that thought before he was stepping forward again. Right into her personal space. She countered by taking another step back, though the length of her stride was less than half of his. He grinned wolfishly and took another step. So did she.
One more and he was close enough to reach out and wrap his arm around her waist and pull her against his hard body. She closed her eyes just for a moment, relishing the feel of all that hardness, the heat seeping through his clothes and hers, the scent of clean, powerful male. Her nipples grew to diamond hard tips against his ripped torso, easily distinguishable through the thin material of her ratty T.
Without permission, a slight moan managed to escape. He took full and instant advantage, lowering his head to claim her mouth. At the same time, she felt his large hand skim along the curve of her waist and over her hips, pausing only when he cupped her ass and lifted, drawing her tight against something incredibly large and extremely rigid.
If felt so right to be fitted against all of those rippling ridges and bumps. Her much softer, feminine parts yielded instantly to his much harder planes, filling in every dip and curve. Her hand came up between them, her palm flattening against his chest. Not in an attempt to push him away, but to curl her nails into his chest like tiny claws, fierce and possessive.
He rewarded her by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She wanted more, so much more, of him thrusting parts of him into parts of her.
Suddenly her feet were no longer on the ground. She was in Adam’s powerful arms, being drawn even closer, until every possible inch of her sensitized flesh was pressed against his granite hardness. Total surrender was a given as he ravished her mouth mercilessly, taking as much as he gave, capturing her throaty moans for his own.
Then they were moving. Without easing his grip in the slightest, Adam walked them forward until her back was against the wall, using his weight to pin her in place. It felt so good, all that pressure, all that unyielding strength against the thousands of nerve endings crying out for his touch.
She felt a rush of cool air as he reached down between them to grasp the hem of her shirt, felt his rough calluses skimming over her heated skin. His palm paused briefly over her heart; surely he must feel the way it was thrusting itself against her ribs.
He smiled against her mouth, and she knew he had.
His big, muscular thigh pushed between hers, holding her in place as it pressed suggestively against yet another part of her shamelessly begging for his attention. She tried in vain to flex her hips just a little to relieve some of the ache, but he only pressed harder, letting her know that he was the one in control, and she was all but powerless to stop him.
Why, for the life of her, would she even want to? Something niggled at the back of her mind, some faint echo of warning, but it was lost in the flood of endorphins as his hand moved upward, cupping her full breasts through the thin cups of her bra.
He growled then, a purely masculine sound that she felt as much as heard. Though she wouldn’t have thought it possible, her breasts swelled even more, the hard beads that were her nipples pressing forward. It was both heaven and hell the way he teased her, rubbing his thumbs over them several times before giving a skillful flick of his fingers to release the front clasp of her bra.
The soft support vanished, the cups peeled aside and mercifully replaced with his
“I want you , Holly.”
She gasped slightly. Disbelief, hope, and a big surge of lust rose up inside of her, drowning out her rational mind’s increasingly weak protests that Adam was not interested in her that way. He tossed the flowers off to the side, red and pink blooms scattering to the floor. He brought flowers? She barely had time to process that thought before he was stepping forward again. Right into her personal space. She countered by taking another step back, though the length of her stride was less than half of his. He grinned wolfishly and took another step. So did she.
One more and he was close enough to reach out and wrap his arm around her waist and pull her against his hard body. She closed her eyes just for a moment, relishing the feel of all that hardness, the heat seeping through his clothes and hers, the scent of clean, powerful male. Her nipples grew to diamond hard tips against his ripped torso, easily distinguishable through the thin material of her ratty T.
Without permission, a slight moan managed to escape. He took full and instant advantage, lowering his head to claim her mouth. At the same time, she felt his large hand skim along the curve of her waist and over her hips, pausing only when he cupped her ass and lifted, drawing her tight against something incredibly large and extremely rigid.
If felt so right to be fitted against all of those rippling ridges and bumps. Her much softer, feminine parts yielded instantly to his much harder planes, filling in every dip and curve. Her hand came up between them, her palm flattening against his chest. Not in an attempt to push him away, but to curl her nails into his chest like tiny claws, fierce and possessive.
He rewarded her by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She wanted more, so much more, of him thrusting parts of him into parts of her.
Suddenly her feet were no longer on the ground. She was in Adam’s powerful arms, being drawn even closer, until every possible inch of her sensitized flesh was pressed against his granite hardness. Total surrender was a given as he ravished her mouth mercilessly, taking as much as he gave, capturing her throaty moans for his own.
Then they were moving. Without easing his grip in the slightest, Adam walked them forward until her back was against the wall, using his weight to pin her in place. It felt so good, all that pressure, all that unyielding strength against the thousands of nerve endings crying out for his touch.
She felt a rush of cool air as he reached down between them to grasp the hem of her shirt, felt his rough calluses skimming over her heated skin. His palm paused briefly over her heart; surely he must feel the way it was thrusting itself against her ribs.
He smiled against her mouth, and she knew he had.
His big, muscular thigh pushed between hers, holding her in place as it pressed suggestively against yet another part of her shamelessly begging for his attention. She tried in vain to flex her hips just a little to relieve some of the ache, but he only pressed harder, letting her know that he was the one in control, and she was all but powerless to stop him.
Why, for the life of her, would she even want to? Something niggled at the back of her mind, some faint echo of warning, but it was lost in the flood of endorphins as his hand moved upward, cupping her full breasts through the thin cups of her bra.
He growled then, a purely masculine sound that she felt as much as heard. Though she wouldn’t have thought it possible, her breasts swelled even more, the hard beads that were her nipples pressing forward. It was both heaven and hell the way he teased her, rubbing his thumbs over them several times before giving a skillful flick of his fingers to release the front clasp of her bra.
The soft support vanished, the cups peeled aside and mercifully replaced with his
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