Page 87 of Sin City Lights

“I need to…”

He yanked on his belt, the buckle jingling softly. In no time, he’d tossed the pants and socks, and he was sliding beside her, clad only in boxers, which she realized were silk the moment she rolled to her side to face him and threw her leg over his hip.

The shock of his hot, bare skin against her entire body robbed her of breath.

He took her mouth with hungry urgency, kissing her deeply, gradually easing her to her back, his hand beginning a feverish exploration.

When his palm slid over her breast, a loud moan escaped her, and his hand spasmed reflexively at the sound. Fingers splaying, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, caressing and stroking over the lace until she was writhing under his touch.

He found the front clasp of her bra. He didn’t undo it but ran a large palm over the lace, kneading her sensitive flesh. She wanted to whimper, so intense were the sensations, but when she opened her mouth, all that emerged was her breath.

Relentlessly, he stroked.

Unable to stand it any longer, she pushed him to his back, rising swiftly to straddle his waist. In one quick move, she unclasped and yanked off the bra. His blue eyes looked up at her, slightly glazed, taking in her face, drinking in her bare breasts.

Slowly, slowly, she bent down to take his lips, breasts pressing to his chest. She nuzzled his jaw, tipping up his chin, and felt her mouth literally water as his Adam’s apple came into view, a visual delight that had her flattening her tongue over it, over and over and over again.

“Wanted to do this to you again, so very badly.” She hummed against his throat. She licked him again, harder this time, then sucked.

He groaned.

“Don’t move,” she said.

She sat up, tracing her fingertips over his chest, outlining every muscle. Leaning down, she dragged her breasts over the path her handshad followed.

That was evidently all he could take because the next thing she knew, he had her flipped over.

She felt his grip on her panties, and, in that second, she knew what he was about to do.

“Wait…”

She felt and heard the fabric ripping.

“Too late.”

“Second pair,” she muttered.

“I’ll buy you twenty pairs.”

She looked down. His blond hair falling over his forehead while he knelt and dragged the scraps of lace down over her thighs was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

And then his hand was there, and he was groaning because it was obvious she was beyond ready for him.

His thumb began to seek, but she grasped his wrist.

“Adam, please…”

“Please, what?”

She clawed at the hem of his boxers.

“I need you.”

It took one second for him to remove them, and then his hands were on her knees, opening her to him.

She held her arms out, but he didn’t come.

Instead, she felt his breath, hot and fast over her sensitive flesh.

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