“My God, you’re beautiful.” He’d known it all along, of course, but the contrast between the way she looked when she was almost nude and her previous buttoned-up elegance absolutely blew his mind.
Tracing the straps of her bra down from her shoulders to the soft flesh rising up out of the lace, he loved feeling her heartbeat skip as he cupped her fully in his hands. Her nipples beaded hard and needy against his palms, and there wasn’t a man alive who would have had the self-control not to lower his mouth to them, lace and all.
Kerry reached for him and gripped his shoulders tightly as she arched into him. But he couldn’t get enough of her like this, and without even the patience to unhook her bra, he yanked the sheer fabric down so that her breasts spilled out of the lace and into his hands and mouth.
Over and over again, she said his name as he loved first one breast and then the other and then both together when his greed for her overtook him. She was rocking her hips against his now, and it no longer mattered what he’d planned for tonight, how slowly he’d meant to strip her clothes away, how desperate he’d intended her to be before he finally put his hands, his mouth, on her.
He’d been a fool to think he could plan a damned thing where Kerry was concerned. Not when he wanted her this much.
And not when she clearly wanted him just as much.
He lifted his mouth from her breasts at the same moment that he slid one hand down into the lace that covered the vee between her legs. And, sweet Lord, did he ever love the way her eyes widened at the sensation of his fingers slicking against her wet, hot skin.
“Adam.” She instinctively moved against him, and her lids lowered as he moved inside of her. “Good. It’s so good.” She bit her lower lip for a split second before she whispered, “Too good.”
He wanted to watch her come apart for him. But even more, he wanted to feel her come apart against him—her mouth beneath his, her heart beating against his, her breasts pressed to his chest.
He slid deeper and swallowed her gasp with a kiss. With his free hand, he lifted one of her legs up around his hips, and she immediately rocked harder, faster, into his hand. The vibration of a moan rose up from her chest as her inner muscles began to pulse over his fingers.
Adam was still fully clothed, but even without taking anything off, this was the hottest sex he’d ever had in his life.
She rocked into him again and again, both of them taking her higher and higher until she stilled on a gasp, then shattered—utterly shattering him at the same time. And even when she finally started to settle against him, her breathing ragged, he continued to kiss her.
Adam couldn’t get enough of any part of Kerry, especially her mouth. Their kisses had gone full circle already, from soft to desperate and back to sweet—but he knew it wouldn’t be long before desperation caught them again. Especially when he swept her up into his arms, their lips still pressed together so that he drank in her sound of surprise and then her laughter at being carried through the suite.
Laughing while kissing wasn’t something Adam had ever done before. But he suddenly found himself wanting to brush his fingertips over all the sensitive parts of Kerry’s body and kiss her while she laughed and he laughed with her. He loved making her smile, loved knowing he’d pleased her. All he wanted tonight was to please her over and over and over again.
He lowered her onto the big bed, only moving his lips from hers because he needed to taste the rest of her. Needed to run kisses over every inch of her beautiful skin as he finally stripped her completely bare.
Thankfully, she wasn’t nervous anymore, wasn’t at all shy as he moved his hands and mouth down over her curves, from her shoulder, where he lightly sank in his teeth so that she shuddered, to the soft and sensitive undersides of her breasts. He moved lower then, dropping one kiss after another over her stomach and the upper curves of her hips. Lace still covered her, but not for long as he slowly tugged it down until she was finally completely bare. Totally perfect. And all his.
Her beauty tugged at him, made him feel possessive.
In one quick move he had her thigh over his shoulder, his mouth on her core, and his tongue playing over the sweetest flesh imaginable. Her hips came off the bed, and he slid his hands beneath to help bring her even closer.
She was liquid heat against him, burning like fire from the inside out, and as she climaxed again against his lips and tongue, the sounds and sensations of her pleasure were nearly enough to send him over, too.
Making a woman who was always so controlled lose hold of it was the sexiest thing imaginable.
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Kerry had never known such mind-bending pleasure. Had never actually thought anything so sweet, so sinful, could exist.
And if she had known it?
Well, she thought with a smile she couldn’t possibly contain, she would never have waited so long to experience all of the shockingly good benefits of tangling with a bad boy. Especially when both of them clearly knew that what they shared beneath the sheets—or outside of the sheets, she thought with another smile—would never leave their hotel suite.
Knowing no one would come to harm from tonight, or any other night they decided to play these wicked and wonderful games together, made it easy for her to reach for him as he kissed his way back up her naked body. And to say, “It’s my turn now.”
Adam was much bigger than she, but desire—and desperation to get him out of his clothes—made her strong. Strong enough to turn them over in the bed so that he was beneath her and she was pressing a kiss over each inch of his chest that she bared as she undid his shirt.
“You taste so good.” She licked out against the flexing muscles of his abdomen and they jumped beneath her tongue. “Amazingly good.” She lifted her eyes to his as she put her hand on his belt buckle and said, “I want to taste more.”
He groaned, and she felt him pulse against the palm she’d just laid flat over his erection. She could feel how big, how hard he was, had felt it as they’d kissed by the suite’s front door. But it wasn’t enough to feel him through fabric anymore—she needed him skin to skin.
Clearly wanting the same thing, he got the rest of his clothes off within seconds. Her brain scrambled as she looked at all those muscles, all that tanned skin, all that hunger for her. Jumbled enough that the only word she could think was mine.
For tonight at least, Adam Sullivan, with his dark, intense eyes, with a mouth made for kissing, and with those magical, knowing hands, was all hers.
And then there was no room for thinking, no space for anything but instinct. And pleasure. She lowered her mouth to his chest first, running her lips south with soft and teasing kisses until she couldn’t stand to tease either of them anymore as she ran her tongue over him. His hands tangled in her hair, her name falling from his lips again and again. Pleading and pleasured all at the same time. And then, finally, she took him inside on a hum of pleasure she couldn’t contain.
His growl echoed in the room as she found herself suddenly lying back against the mattress, Adam kissing her with ferocious passion. He drew back from her lips just far enough to say, “Now, Kerry. I need you now.”
She knew it was his way of asking her, yet again, if she was ready for this. Ready for him. Even after what they’d already done—their hands and mouths all over each other—he obviously needed to know that she was still okay with taking the final step.