Page 47 of Reclaimed (Hostage Rescue Team)

He didn’t dare say anything as she stared down at him in the light coming from the screen down the hill, her fingertips tracing the line of his nose, his jaw, his lips. He grasped her hand, held it while he kissed her fingertips, earning a secret smile from her that turned his heart upside down.

“I’m not really into the movie,” she confessed in a whisper.

“What movie?”

She laughed and framed his face between her hands, leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose, let her lips brush the edge of his mouth. “You’re still so gorgeous. Sometimes I can hardly believe you’re real,” she murmured. “And I’ve missed you. Missed this.”

A wave of raw emotion hit him. He tightened his arms around her back, pulled her closer with a groan. “Me too.”

And then she kissed him. A slow, sensual melding of lips that made arousal burst to life inside him. She teased him for long moments, building the anticipation, and he stayed still, one hand splayed between her shoulder blades as he waited to see what she’d do next.

Her tongue darted out to taste him, following the seam of his lips once, twice, before gently sliding into his mouth. Adam groaned and palmed the back of her head, tugging the knit cap free so he could slide his fingers into the cool, silky fall of her hair.

She tasted like chocolate, her tongue gliding silkily against his, fueling the craving he’d been trying to suppress. His cock was rock hard and aching, trapped behind his fly.

Still kissing him, she slipped her fingers down to grasp the zipper at the top of her jacket and draw it down, shrugging out of it and tossing it aside. A second later she opened his and stretched out atop him, her breasts flush to his chest.

Going with his instinct, he rolled them, reversing their positions. With his hips lodged between her thighs and his forearms braced on either side of her head, he lowered his weight onto her, watching her face. Her lashes fluttered and her head fell back, a low groan of need and enjoyment rising from her throat.

God, he wanted inside her so badly. Would have given anything to peel away the rest of their clothes and sink into her heat. But it was too soon. Much as it killed him, he had to leave them both wanting more.

Summer wound her legs around his thighs and sank her fingers into his shoulders. Even through his shirt he could feel them digging in.

He skimmed a fingertip down the center of her throat, following the V at the front of her sweater to touch the skin there. She stared up at him, waiting. Wanting.

Leaning down to kiss her neck some more, he reached down to ease the bottom of her sweater up. A see-through red lace bra met his hungry gaze, a little jingle bell nestled between the cups.

“It’s an early Christmas gift to myself from you,” she whispered. “Thanks, by the way.”

One side of his mouth quirked up. “You’re welcome. Damn, I have good taste.”

“Yes you do.” She sucked in a breath as he flicked the front clasp open and brushed the cups aside. Her small, firm breasts spilled free, her nipples a deep pink and flushed from either the cold or arousal, or both.

He couldn’t wait a moment more to taste them.

Cupping one breast in his hand, he lowered his head and took the taut center into his mouth. Summer groaned and plunged a hand into his hair, holding him close as he sucked her, dragging his tongue repeatedly across the straining flesh. When she was moaning and writhing in his hold, he switched to the other breast to give it the same loving attention.

“God, Adam,” she whispered, reaching down to grab his ass and grind her pelvis against his swollen cock. When that wasn’t enough she tried to reach beneath him to undo his fly.

He shook his head, reached down to grab her hand, stilling her. “No sex,” he reminded her, then leaned in to suck at the spot in the curve of her neck he knew made her crazy.

She made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat, rubbed against his covered cock. “Why not?”

Yes, why not, his cock screamed. Hell, his entire body screamed it. “Because the counselor said so.”

“Screw the counselor.”

He grinned against her velvety skin, amused by the annoyance in her voice. He loved knowing she wanted him so badly, but sex wasn’t going to fix their problems. No matter how much he wished it would. “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

“Good.” She rolled her hips against his, tightened her thighs around his legs. “God, I’m so damn wet and…frustrated.”

Her words made every muscle in his body tighten but he ignored the painful throb between his legs and leaned down to suck her nipple again, reveling in her moan, the way she arched and gripped his hair.

Releasing the taut bud, he raised up to take her mouth in a consuming kiss. A reminder of how good they were together, how much he wanted her. That she was his.

Summer twisted beneath him, restless. Adam pulled back to stare down at her, and the sight of her made him bite back a groan. Her lips were wet and swollen, her eyes heavy-lidded, naked breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths, the deep pink nipples hard.

“Why did we stop making out like this?” he asked, perplexed. It was so fucking hot, turning her on this way. And there was something to be said for leaving them both wanting more, for taking the time to savor each and every sensation, the buildup. When in their relationship had sex become a race to the finish for both of them?

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