Holmes by Anna Hackett Page A

made. He kneaded the full curves, watching her face for what she liked best.
    He pressed a kiss to her soft belly. God, her skin, the feel of her…perfect.
    He dragged his hands down, stroking, caressing. She stood still, trembling a little, a flush on her face.
    Then he gripped the edge of her lace panties and pushed them to the side. He could already smell her arousal, feel a tremble running through her.
    It thrilled him. He knew she was a woman comfortable with finding her own pleasure, experienced with sex, but still she responded to him in a way that made it clear she was as lost in this moment as he was.
    “Open for me, Liberty.” He exerted a tiny bit of pressure on her thigh.
    She widened her stance.
    “That’s it,” he murmured. “I want to see you.”
    He skimmed one finger through her damp folds, making a humming sound. God, she was stunning.
    “Adam—”
    “You should see how wet you are.” He stroked her, feeling the slippery evidence of her desire. “All this, just for me.”
    Adam pulled his hand back and looked up at her. She was every man’s dream, luscious curves and hidden strength. He licked his fingers.
    She jerked a little, her gaze riveted as he licked her honey off his fingers.
    “You taste so good.”
    “And you are far too damn sexy.”
    No one had ever called him sexy before. He slid his hands back between her thighs, sliding a finger deep inside her.
    She moaned, lifting up on her toes.
    “Do you like that?” he murmured.
    Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging in. He knew before the night was over, he’d have more scratches to join the marks she’d already left.
    “You know I do. But I want—” her breath hitched “—more.”
    Adam pulled out and slid two fingers back in. “That better?”
    Her blue eyes were drowning in desire. “You know what I want.”
    Yeah, and it undid him to know she wanted his cock lodged deep inside her. But he wasn’t going to rush this. He knew this night would have to last him a long, long time. He wanted to savor every moment, cherish every beautiful inch of her.
    He pulled his fingers out and slid his thumbs in the sides of her underwear. He pushed them down and she stepped out.
    He pulled her down and pushed her back onto the bed of blankets.
    She raised her arms above her head, stretched out like a naked, private offering.
    She knew exactly what she looked like. The smile on her lips was sultry and her gaze never wavered from him.
    “Lose the shirt,” she said. “Please.”
    Adam quickly unbuttoned his shirt, surprised he didn’t fumble. He pulled it out of his trousers and shrugged it off.
    Now she was busy looking at his chest, soaking him in.
    In that moment, Adam didn’t feel like a modern Army general. He felt like a primitive warlord of old, with his spoils of war laid out before him.
    “You are so damned beautiful, Liberty.”
    She smiled. “Thank you.”
    She’d heard it before, he realized. People had praised her beauty and it didn’t mean anything to her. He wrapped his fingers around one of her ankles, pulling her a little closer to him. He slid his hands up her leg, drinking in the feel of her skin.
    “I don’t just mean the lush body, the pretty breasts and the perfect face.” He walked his fingers up her belly, enjoying when she sucked in a breath. “I also mean the things people don’t always notice about you. The way you care for others, anticipate their needs, the way you don’t just want your own pleasure but others’ as well.”
    Her lips parted and she just stared at him.
    He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her sternum, right between her breasts. He pressed his kisses upward, sucking gently on her collarbone.
    Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging slightly, her body shifting restlessly under his.
    Now he moved to one glorious breast, sucking the dark nipple into his mouth.
    “Oh—” Her fingers tugged on his hair again.
    He released her nipple with a soft pop. He moved across to