Page 114 of Sin City Lights

He cupped her backside, looking around. It took only a second for him to find his bearings. In a few swift strides, he was at her bedroom door, shoving it open with his shoulder and placing her on her bed.

She scooted higher, leaning back on her elbows, and propped one leg up, heart hammering in her chest as she watched him undress with swift precision.

In no time, he was down to black silk boxers, crawling toward her, and just seeing him advance with that smoldering look in his eyes made her shudder and clench in anticipation. Then he was on her, his hands gripping her thighs, tracing the bows at her garters, his thumbs hooking her panties, peeling them off and over her shoes.

He tossed them over his shoulder.

He covered her then, his body hot and rock hard over hers, making her breath catch with desire, the silk of his boxers increasing her excitement.

“Boxers off,” she whispered in his ear, nipping his earlobe.

He surged to his knees, but so did she.

With a sly smile, she gripped the edge herself, sliding the fabric down his powerful thighs. She placed a hand above his heart and gave a little push, silently asking him to lie down.

Eyes hooded, he sank into the mattress, her mattress, and her head spun with the heady notion of having Adam in her own bed. Quickly peeling off his boxers, she knelt at his side, watching him grow even harder when he realized what she meant to do.

Flipping her hair, she parted her lips. In one smooth move, she took all of him.

He gasped. He threw an arm over his eyes, chin up, jaw tight. His Adam’s apple bobbed with his hard swallow.

She squeezed his thigh, tacitly seeking his attention.

Slowly, he slid his arm off his face, bringing it over to prop up his head.

His eyes… Oh God, his eyes, looking down at her as if he were enraptured.

“Watch me.” Sealing her lips on him, she began to slide over his silky length, alternating between closing her eyes to revel in the feel ofit and looking at his face to thrill in his reactions.

Never in her life had she felt this way while doing this, as if her soul were reaching out to his and giving him a part of herself.

His hand moved to her back, stroking, now and then gripping in an unconscious spasm. She knew the moment he was close and let him go, earning his soft groan. She took her time to straddle him, sheathing him to the hilt.

She paused, overcome by the feel of him, so hard and powerful and deep.

He shuddered on a harsh exhale.

She leaned into him then, fingers splaying on his chest, nails digging in, clenching hard around him, drawing a growl from him.

She did it again.

“Stop teasing me,” he gritted. Grasping her hips, he smoothly flipped her, then pulled out all the way and slammed back in.

She cried out, wrapping her legs around him. He set a frenzied pace, pistoning into her with wild abandon. Eve matched him thrust for thrust, eyes locked on his handsome face, watching his every expression as it changed until his lashes lowered, he hardened, and that long, low rumble that was becoming achingly familiar escaped his lips and wrapped around her heart.

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“Twelve days was way too long.” Eve nuzzled Adam’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, her fingertips lazily tracing the outlines of his six-pack.

He kissed the top of her head.“I agree. Although if I get that kind of welcome when I come back…”

His hand glided along her arm, then down to her lower back, where he caught the end of one black satin lacing, gently pulling. “Isn’t this uncomfortable?”

She hesitated, not wanting to say she was used to it.“Not if you know what you’re doing when you lace it up.”

He pulled a little harder, and the bow came undone. She felt hisfinger begin to loosen the ties.“This is beautiful, especially with you in it.”

She drew in a deep breath as the confining garment gave way.

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