Page 88 of Sin City Lights

“One little taste had to last me all week.” His thumbs stroked, then parted her gently.“I smelled your perfume every time I drove.”

He groaned.“God. You have such a beautiful…” His mouth closed over her, tongue hot and silky, and she came off the bed.

She moaned in exquisite agony, grinding on him, legs starting to close. His fingers dug into her thighs, keeping her open.

It was right there…right there; it was starting, and all it would take was…

His tongue plunged deep.

Her mouth fell open.“Oh my God! I’m going to—”

But Adam drew away.“Not yet.”

She cried out in frustration and felt the mattress dip.

“Look at me,” he said.

She looked down. Adam was on his knees, hot and hard, his blond hair tousled, and all of him was beautiful.

Through a haze, she drank him in, vibrating with want, aching with a need that only he could fill.

He gripped her ankle, propped her leg on his broad shoulder, and anchored it there with a firm hand.

Her hands splayed over his chest.

Dimly, she realized that her shoes were still on her feet. She arched toward him.

And then, in one swift thrust, he filled her.

They cried out in unison, or so she thought because she barely heard him and didn’t know what sounds she was making. All she knew was Adam and sensation.

The feel of him driving into her with no barrier was exquisite, surpassing anything she’d imagined and ever thought possible.

Adam pumped into her. “You feel so good.”

His every thrust was slow and deliberate, and it was gradually driving her insane.

She wanted more. She needed more.

She tried to urge him to quicken the pace, but he was relentless, drawing out every bit of pleasure, not giving up the least bit of control. “Adam...”

“Feel me, Eve,” he murmured. “Feel every inch of me.”

Dear God, his words…

Sounds sailed from her lips, sounds she didn’t recognize, and the angle at which he held her was hitting pleasure spots she’d never known existed, eliciting intense sensations, bringing her higher and higher with every deep, slow thrust.

But she was desperate for release, and her nails raked his chest and his broad, powerful shoulders that tensed with his exertion.

Oh, he was deep. So very, very deep. He changed the angle only slightly, but it was enough to trigger the beginnings of what she realized would be of seismic magnitude.

It was overtaking her, but a part of her still fought it.

And he knew.“I feel you. Let it happen.”

She clutched his shoulders and must have gripped too hard because he hissed as her nails dug in.

“Come for me, Eve.”

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