their throbbing tips, and she eagerly awaited his mouth on her breasts. Instead, he got on his knees and lifted the hem of her nightgown, sliding the silky fabric up and over her head, leaving her only in her panties. His gaze glittered through the moonlight, burning a path over every single inch of her. The impact made her head whirl.
And then he was running his palms over her breasts in an outward circular motion, making her take a shaky breath as he targeted her sensitized nipples. Her head pressed back on the pillows as she let him have his way for long, glorious moments, his touch wonderful.
Suddenly, she wanted to see him, too. And to touch him. Normally, she wouldn’t feel so forward. She’d never had such a strong urge to reach out for a man…to know every inch of him…. It should be scaring the hell out of her, but she couldn’t think past the moment. She pushed herself to her knees, bringing them face-to-face.
She was first to reach out, surprised a little that he’d let her take the lead. Her palms tingled as she moved over his hot, dampening chest, her fingers prickling at the heavy beat of his heart beneath the smooth skin and wisps of masculine hair.
“You surprise me,” he said gruffly, as her hands advanced over his rib cage. “I thought you might be shy.”
She stroked his firm stomach. “You thought wrong.”
A challenge flew from his eyes. “Wrong?” He reached out and slid a finger down under her panties with exact precision, through her curls, parting her. She almost came undone when he began a delicate manipulation, her head falling back as he continued the action, her bended knees weakening. She wasn’t sure how long they would hold her up.
He laughed low in his throat. “No, I don’t think I was wrong at all.”
From somewhere she found the strength to straighten up. This had suddenly become a game of who would succumb first. Oh, she knew she couldn’t win—not the way he was making her feel—but she’d give it a damn good try….
“Then you’d better think again,” she murmured, deliberately slipping her fingers under the waistband of his pajamas, slowly pushing them down to his knees. She took in the sight of his manly hips, the arrow of curly hair, his shaft hard and fully erect, ready to take, to conquer and to totally consume her.
Reaching out, she slid her hand around his thickened length, then proceeded to stroke him. “Oh, yes, dead wrong.”
Without warning, he flipped her backward onto the mattress.
Her eyes widened. “Hey, that’s not fair.”
“Tell it to someone who cares,” he drawled.
Then he shed his pajamas, and her panties soon disappeared. His kisses became deeper and hungrier as she returned each one. He ran his hands over her, touching places that came close again to making her lose her head. Hot on her trail.
“Adam, please,” she begged, when he rubbed himself between her thighs, then moved away, leaving her wanting. “I need you.”
“Shh.” He reached over to the night table.
She turned her head on the pillow and watched him take a condom from his wallet. “You knew I’d sleep with you?” she said half to herself, but she wasn’t angry with him. She couldn’t be. She just wanted him inside her.
“I was hoping.” He sheathed himself before slowly entering her, and then he began the heated thrust of his body. It was slow, it was deliberate, and it sent shock waves of sensation pulsing through her veins.
And when she finally did lose her head, Adam did too, locking them together on an unstoppable journey until they exploded their release.
Seven
T he next morning Adam lay in bed beside Jenna, watching her sleep in his arms. It amazed him that he wanted her again so soon with so much hunger. Sure, he was a man with a healthy sexual appetite, but when he woke in the morning with a woman in his bed it always felt like he was dining on a light breakfast. Of course, more often than not he usually wanted something light
And then he was running his palms over her breasts in an outward circular motion, making her take a shaky breath as he targeted her sensitized nipples. Her head pressed back on the pillows as she let him have his way for long, glorious moments, his touch wonderful.
Suddenly, she wanted to see him, too. And to touch him. Normally, she wouldn’t feel so forward. She’d never had such a strong urge to reach out for a man…to know every inch of him…. It should be scaring the hell out of her, but she couldn’t think past the moment. She pushed herself to her knees, bringing them face-to-face.
She was first to reach out, surprised a little that he’d let her take the lead. Her palms tingled as she moved over his hot, dampening chest, her fingers prickling at the heavy beat of his heart beneath the smooth skin and wisps of masculine hair.
“You surprise me,” he said gruffly, as her hands advanced over his rib cage. “I thought you might be shy.”
She stroked his firm stomach. “You thought wrong.”
A challenge flew from his eyes. “Wrong?” He reached out and slid a finger down under her panties with exact precision, through her curls, parting her. She almost came undone when he began a delicate manipulation, her head falling back as he continued the action, her bended knees weakening. She wasn’t sure how long they would hold her up.
He laughed low in his throat. “No, I don’t think I was wrong at all.”
From somewhere she found the strength to straighten up. This had suddenly become a game of who would succumb first. Oh, she knew she couldn’t win—not the way he was making her feel—but she’d give it a damn good try….
“Then you’d better think again,” she murmured, deliberately slipping her fingers under the waistband of his pajamas, slowly pushing them down to his knees. She took in the sight of his manly hips, the arrow of curly hair, his shaft hard and fully erect, ready to take, to conquer and to totally consume her.
Reaching out, she slid her hand around his thickened length, then proceeded to stroke him. “Oh, yes, dead wrong.”
Without warning, he flipped her backward onto the mattress.
Her eyes widened. “Hey, that’s not fair.”
“Tell it to someone who cares,” he drawled.
Then he shed his pajamas, and her panties soon disappeared. His kisses became deeper and hungrier as she returned each one. He ran his hands over her, touching places that came close again to making her lose her head. Hot on her trail.
“Adam, please,” she begged, when he rubbed himself between her thighs, then moved away, leaving her wanting. “I need you.”
“Shh.” He reached over to the night table.
She turned her head on the pillow and watched him take a condom from his wallet. “You knew I’d sleep with you?” she said half to herself, but she wasn’t angry with him. She couldn’t be. She just wanted him inside her.
“I was hoping.” He sheathed himself before slowly entering her, and then he began the heated thrust of his body. It was slow, it was deliberate, and it sent shock waves of sensation pulsing through her veins.
And when she finally did lose her head, Adam did too, locking them together on an unstoppable journey until they exploded their release.
Seven
T he next morning Adam lay in bed beside Jenna, watching her sleep in his arms. It amazed him that he wanted her again so soon with so much hunger. Sure, he was a man with a healthy sexual appetite, but when he woke in the morning with a woman in his bed it always felt like he was dining on a light breakfast. Of course, more often than not he usually wanted something light
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