Page 51 of Signed, Sealed, Married

He reached for a condom, tore it open and, in a supreme test of control, rolled it on. Gisèle’s gaze followed his hands. He saw her swallow and moisten her lips and he couldn’t take any more.

Adam kneeled, straddling her legs, hands on either side of her shoulders, and bent to nuzzle her breast. Her skin was impossibly soft there, silken and fragrant. He closed his eyes, kissing his way around the underside, then slowly, in diminishing circles, towards her nipple.

Her thighs opened beneath him, pressing against his legs, and he heard the sweet hitch of her breathing. Urgent fingers grabbed the back of his head, tugging him down. When he lapped at her nipple, then drew it into his mouth, her husky cry of delight engulfed him.

He moved to her other breast, giving it the attention it deserved. All the while the shift of her legs against his, the fractured rhythm of her breathing and the sheer erotic beauty of her turned him from needy to desperate, his groin heavy and impossibly tight.

A movement shattered his fragile control. Soft fingers touched his erection, light as a butterfly’s wing. Then they curled around him and his eyes snapped open. Gisèle watched, eyes glittering and lips dark.

‘Please, Adam.’

She didn’t need to persuade him. Much as he adored exploring her body, he’d been fighting the need to lose himself in her. Now, with her hand around him, it was a question of whether he could last that long.

Shuddering with effort, he rose above her, untangling her fingers and raising them to his lips, kissing her palm before holding her hand against the bed above her head. He captured her other hand and held it there too.

That made her body arch, her breasts tilt towards him. He had to shut his eyes as he nudged her legs wider and settled between them.

Sensation engulfed him. The intimate heat of her body against his. The friction of her smooth skin, the tiny adjustments as their bodies settled against each other, the perfume of sex and flowers and something that was Gisèle alone.

For a second, two, three, Adam held steady, not trusting himself to move. Then, putting his weight on one elbow, he slipped his hand between them, following that inviting cleft to her clitoris, wet with arousal.

Adam grinned, or maybe it was a grimace, for her voice sounded unsure as she said his name.

‘It’s okay, sweetheart. Just making sure you’re ready.’

He stroked her, slow and long, reading renewed need in the movement of her hips.

An instant later he was there, nudging her entrance, falling into her silvery eyes as he thrust slow and steady.

Desperate as he was, prepared as he was, Adam was still confounded by the sensation of their joining. He paused, stunned as Gisèle’s impossibly tight embrace tested him. But he couldn’t hold back. The temptation was unlike no other. He surged forward, slow and deep till they locked tight.

It was only then that he realised how still she’d become. How tense. Her eyes were shut and he felt the short pants of her breathing on his face.

Instantly he released her hands, propping himself higher so his chest didn’t squash her.

‘Have I hurt you?’

Given his size, he always ensured his sexual partners were fully aroused and ready. Dismay rose.

‘It’s okay, Adam.’ Her gaze met his. ‘I’m just adjusting. This is...new.’

‘New?’ He couldn’t believe his ears. She couldn’t mean...

But she did. The proof, he belatedly realised, was in her untried body.

Heat swept him from scalp to sole. He told himself it was chagrin that he hadn’t guessed, hadn’t prepared her better. But he feared some of his reaction was excitement. Gisèle was his and he was hers in a way no other man could ever be.

She clutched him, fingers anchoring his buttocks. ‘You’re not going to stop, are you?’

Adam shook his head. ‘Not unless you want me to.’

‘I don’t.’

He hefted a shaky sigh. ‘Good.’

Because he had no idea how he’d manage that. Instead he withdrew slowly, shivering at the exquisite sensation of friction, before gently nudging back into glorious heat.

This time Gisèle was ready, lifting a little clumsily to meet him. Even that tested him to the limit.

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