Page 91 of Sin City Lights

“I guess I did. What exactly would you like to know?”

“Why didn’t you let me take care of you?”

“Oh, but you did.”

She lifted her head and looked up, needing to see his face.“You didn’t even let me touch you.”

He smirked.“Let’s just say I came away completely satisfied.”

Her brows furrowed. Slowly, understanding dawned, and her eyes widened.

She gaped at him.“Oh.Oh.”

He nodded.“Yeah.Oh.”

“You mean…”

“I’m not spelling it out for you. It’s embarrassing enough as it is.”

“But…I didn’t feel you.”

He cupped her backside and pressed her to him.“Feel me now?”

She rolled her hips.“Hmm… It’s kind of hard to tell.”

Adam was ready again. Something inside her clenched tightly in response, and that was when she realized she’d never even touched a certain part of him. She reached down, hand skimming over his rock-hard abs, dipping under the sheet to finally grasp him, squeezing.

“Definitely feeling you now.”

He hissed in a breath.“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She stroked him once.“What should we do about this?”

“The possibilities are endless.” His voice dropped lower.“Turn around.”

Her breath caught, and her heart began that crazy rhythm.

“Tell me something,” he whispered against her ear.

He thrust against her, and she gasped.“Tell you what?”

He rolled his hips. She pushed back into him.

“That time on the plane.” His hand slowly came around her hip to where she needed his touch so badly. He slid his finger there, gliding back and forth.

“On Betty?”

He made another pass.“No. Gulfstream.”

She was on fire again. She pressed her lips together, suppressing a loud moan.

“That time when I came back there to wake you.” He bent his knees, pushing hers into position.

She was trembling.“Yes.” She didn’t know if she was respondingto what he was doing or what he was saying.

“What were you dreaming of?”

Oh God.

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