Page 73 of Places I've Never Been

“Nice.” His wet shorts brushed against her legs. The cold sent a shiver of heat racing up her thighs and into her groin.

Something cold rained down on her back, and she wiggled away from it.

Adam chuckled. “Lay still, now. You don’t want to miss this.”

His touch was firm as his hands glided over her body in long, smooth strokes. Every time his fingers brushed the top of her bottom or the sides of her breasts, heat pooled between her legs. The anticipation that he might touch more sensitive body parts stoked tension higher and higher until she ached.

Adam’s fingers pushed under her breasts, over her nipples, then away again. It was a small, quick touch, but it sent a shiver racing through her.

His hands traced her back, her butt, and teased her inner thigh.

She moaned, so ready for more she could hardly stand it.

Adam moved his hands up her back, then along her shoulders. He leaned forward, his body pushing her into the cushion, and blew on the back of her neck.

“Like it so far?” he whispered.

“Tease,” she said. She wiggled her hips and felt his response against her back.

“I’m the tease?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Yes. If you weren’t you’d be naked right now.”

Adam lowered his head and kissed her. Though their mouths barely touched, the movement brought his chest into full contact with her back, and his hips shifted until she could tell just how ready he was.

“Adam.”

He moved his lips to her ear. “Roll over.”

Adam shifted his weight to the side, freeing her so she could finally face him.

She lay on her back and reached for him.

He clicked his tongue. “Relax, Bellamy Babe, the bet’s not been paid yet. This is afullbody massage.”

“Come on.” Mattie groaned. She ached so much that if he didn’t move on to more interesting body parts soon, she was going to have to take care of the need herself.

Adam lifted himself over her, his swim trunks still frustratingly in place, then lowered his mouth to hers and lightly brushed her lips. “I want you, Mattie Bellamy. I want to know every inch of you.”

He settled over her, his thighs pressed against hers. He held the massage oil high over her stomach, and with a wicked grin crawling across his lips, he poured the oil, slow and steady, onto her breasts. Liquid cascaded over her nipples, drizzled across her stomach, pooled into her belly button, and dripped down her sides.

She sucked in a breath.

He put down the bottle and put his hands on her stomach, smoothing the oil in a circular motion.

His hands moved up, up, up until they covered her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, then moved down her sides, to her stomach, then back up in long, slow, elongated circles. With each pass, his hands explored a little lower.

She moaned his name, low in her throat.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue over her left nipple, then blew on it. His breath felt cool against her heated skin. Goosebumps prickled. She arched up, and her hands found his arms. She tugged, wanting him closer, but he resisted.

“Oh. Sweet. Jesus.” She was going to explode. Her body was going to break apart from the tension his hands evoked. “Adam. Please…”

“Shh.”

Adam kissed her, his tongue erasing every thought from her mind as he plunged and explored, slow and deliberate.

His thumbs flicked past her most sensitive area and played with the soft flesh that was now so swollen that the brush of his fingers made her body twitch. Jolts of electricity raced through her as his fingers moved in slow, circular motions, over and around, in and out, steady, persistent, relentless, insistent.

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