Page 74 of Places I've Never Been

She raised her hips, inviting more, more, more.

Adam moved his hands away in a slow caress of her thighs before they disappeared.

Mattie groaned and opened her eyes. “You’re stopping?”

Adam looked at her with the intensity of a hundred suns. “I won’t stop until you tell me to.”

She gripped the covers with both hands. Every nerve in her body was a live wire. “Keep going. Oh God…don’t stop. Keep going.”

He made a feral sound and lowered his head. His tonguereached and licked until her body vibrated. Pleasure rose hard and fast. Mattie screamed as climax slammed into her and spilled over into wave after wave of spasms that made her buck against him.

He rode the waves with her, his face buried in her until her climax faded away. He gently licked and teased at the still-vibrating center of her until she put her hands on the side of his head and pulled.

Adam looked up. “Should I keep going?”

She huffed out a harsh, impatient breath. “Yes. But not like that.”

“Like what, then?” He sat back on his knees, his legs still straddling hers.

“You know what I want.” She pointed at his swim trunks. “And you can’t do it like that.”

He grinned but didn’t move. “I don’t think I finished the massage. I haven’t done your feet yet, and I never welch on a bet.”

“I don’t want you to finish the damn massage.”

“Whatdoyou want?” His voice was low enough to send a shiver up her spine.

Mattie sat up and grabbed his shoulders for leverage to haul herself closer to him. “I want you naked.”

He chuckled, husky and low, and kissed her before he backed away and stood up.

Adam turned his back on her and lowered his trunks, revealing his toned, untanned behind. The tiki torches didn’t provide nearly enough light, so half of his body was in shadow, but the parts she could see made her want to jump him. His bottom was round and firm, with a dimple on both sides that she wanted to squeeze.

“You have an award-winning ass, you know that? You should enter contests.”

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “I do, and I have. I took second.”

She pictured him on a stage at some beach with other men in a Speedo and shook her head. “They were blind.”

Adam fumbled with the fabric of his trunks, then tossed them to the side. A package ripped open.

“Safety first?” she asked.

“Always.” Adam turned around and held out his hands. “Now that you have me naked, what would you like me to do next?”

“I…uh…” Mattie sucked in a breath, then blew it out in a low whistle. He stood totally, gloriously, unashamedly naked, and he was offering to do whatever she wanted.

She’d never had a man ask what she wanted during sex. Ever. Usually, the guy fell into bed with her, romped a bit, and, pop, it was over. Sometimes she came, but more often she didn’t. None of those men looked anywhere near as good as Adam did in this moment. The gold light of the torches played with his tan, accentuated all the angles of his torso and the muscles in his chest, and highlighted just how interested and excited he was to be here with her.

Adam smirked. “Tongue tied, word girl? Want me to get your notebook out for inspiration?”

She growled with frustration. “Get over here.”

He crawled on top of her, not quite touching, until his face was even with hers. He was so close she could feel his heat on her breasts, stomach, and lower down.

He held himself that way, in a pushup position, and waited.

If he was going to tease, so was she. She traced along his most sensitive parts with the tips of her fingers.

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