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“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured.

When she looked down at him, he was gazing at her body with such pure adoration it made her dizzy. Her clit was pulsing as he moved closer, so slowly she thought the anticipation might actually kill her. Then he dove in, parting her pussy lips with his fingers, sucking her clit into his mouth. It felt incredible, pleasure shafting deep into her body. When he pinched her pussy lips between his fingers and thumbs, the pain amplified the pleasure in the way it always did, driving her need higher, until she was frantic to come.

When he slid one finger inside her, she thought she might shatter.

“Adam! God, please… I can’t… can’t hold it back.”

“Yes, babygirl. Do it. Come into my mouth. Come for me.”

“Oh…”

He went back to work, pulling her sensitive clit into his mouth, sucking a little too hard and teasing the tip with his tongue while he rubbed his finger against her g-spot. His hands and mouth and the little bit of exquisite pain took her over that keen edge, her climax a tidal wave of pleasure and love. And the pain carried it all onto some higher plane that left her shaking as wave after wave roared through her. As she cried out between pants and groans.

“Adam! God, Adam!”

“Right here, love. I’ve got you,” he murmured against her flesh.

He does. He really does.

He stood pulled her body into his, wrapping her up in his arms and holding her until her breathing had calmed a bit. But only a bit. There was so much more she needed, and he did too, judging from the enormous erection pressed against her stomach.

He kissed her forehead, her cheeks. “Babygirl, I need to get you into bed. I need to cover your body with mine. I need to be inside you, to be a part of you.”

“Oh, yes, please.”

They stepped from the shower and he dried her with a big white towel, hurrying, but handling her as if she were fragile. Precious.

She felt precious for the first time in her life.

When he was done, he quickly dried himself, and it was like some sort of epiphany being able to watch him, the way he moved, the ripple of muscle in his arms, his strong thighs, his abs.

He took her by the hand and moved her into the bedroom, where he laid her down on her back. He stood over her, his blue gaze taking in every inch of her body, and she’d never felt so beautiful in her life.

He’d brought his pants from the bathroom, and he looked away only long enough to take a condom from the pocket and sheathe himself, his gaze never leaving her face as he lowered his body over hers. He was kissing her again, his tongue doing lovely things to her mouth, sending heat lancing through her body. She held his face in her hands, needing to keep him close, loving the soft scratch of his goatee under her palms. Her breasts filled, ached, and when he crushed her naked body to his, she wanted nothing more than to be right there, with him.

To be his.

She broke away to tell him, to demand of him, “Touch me, Adam. Be with me.”

“That’s all I want, Skye,” he murmured, raining kisses over her shoulders, her breasts, her belly. “To be with you.”

This was new to her, too, allowing herself to feel this way about a man, wanting him to feel the same way about her. Even though neither of them knew exactly what the hell they were doing, they would explore the possibilities together.

He raised himself up until he was poised over her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her thighs, opened to him. Completely.

“Touch me the way I need you to, Adam. Come on.”

He pulled back and grinned down at her as he pinched one nipple between his strong fingers. She arched up, her body suffused with pleasure through the pain.

“Is this what you’re asking me for, my beautiful girl?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“I’ll always try to give you what you need. Always. That’s what I want with you, Skye.”

“Adam…”

She blinked away a tear. She wouldn’t cry anymore. Not now, when she was seeing her heart’s desire come to life. A desire she’d never even known she had until she’d met him.

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