Page 86 of Hot to Trot

He smiled against her lips before tasting her again. "But you are much more a Scarlet. Hot, vivid, and-" he tugged her hair “-colorful.”

She tugged his T-shirt from his waistband. "I'm ready to see what you tempted me with that night at Serendipity."

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on top of her abandoned one. She ran her fingers over his chest. “Oh, you workout. You workout hard.”

“I box. And run. And lift weights. Yeah, I workout.” She felt his smile against the top of her breast.

She licked his collarbone because it was right there and so tempting.

“Hell, don’t do that.” He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.”You’ve already got me like a schoolboy, ready to come in my shorts.”

"You're not wearing shorts."

But Adam wasn't paying attention to her flirty words. His focus was on her body. His mouth moved down, blazing a path over her skin, igniting unquenchable fire in its wake. He used the entire arsenal available - lips, tongue, teeth, and those magnificent hands as he unclasp the front fastener of her bra and feasted like a man who’d finally unbuttoned himself.

“Yes,” he breathed at the sight of her bare breasts. His touch was reverent. “You’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I bet you say that to all the vampire queens.”

His teeth flashed white agains the night and then there was no more smiling. There was only pleasure, pain, and a sweetness she’d forgotten.

"Please," she groaned as he teased her through the lace panties. "Adam, please."

He glanced up and gave her a most wicked smile. Then he shucked his jeans, sliding them off with the boxers. Then he kicked them off, not even bothering to fold them which told her everything. Satisfaction that she’d driven him to such a frenzy flooded her.

And then she didn’t have time to think because her uptight, buttoned up police chief was built like a freaking Greek god. Like, bite your lip and fan your face hot. How in all that was holy had he hidden this from everyone. Total crime.

And somehow he was more delicious lit by the moon. Hard and unyielding, a marbled statue in the softness of a summer night. He peeled her panties from her hips, down her legs. But before he allowed them to join the other clothing strewn on the grass, he feathered a kiss through the hair at the juncture of her thighs, and his tongue tasted her, light and quick.

She wanted more. She tugged his hair.

"Ah, not yet. Not yet."

She tugged harder and he laughed against her belly.

"Adam," she pleaded, stroking his shoulders.

How dare he be so bad?

He pulled her to him, allowing their naked bodies to touch completely for the first time. The heat between them intensified as her breasts pressed to his chest, him hard against the softness of her belly. Even their feet intertwined. He insinuated one of his legs between hers, applying delicious pressure where she needed it most. She whimpered.

He smiled.

Damn, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was on a mission to drive her insane. "Are you punishing me?"

He bent his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Then he glanced up with a wicked look. “Someone shouldn't have crumpled her speeding ticket and thrown it into a fast-food bag.”

Then he dipped his tongue into her belly button.

“Oh, you're a wolf in sheep's clothing, huh? Pretend to be righteous, but exacting revenge at the right moment."

He slid down and did something spectacular with his tongue and she lost the ability to communicate for a few minutes.

When he lifted his head, he said, “Are you complaining about my method of punishment?"

“No, I’m thinking about how soon I can get another ticket for speeding.”

His lips twitched and went back to teaching her why crime sometimes paid.

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