He had to know how much he affected her, for his eyes gleamed hot as his hand eased lower, a light, hot pressure, over her hip. His slipped between her legs to cup her with firm possession. The blunt edge of his thumb ran along her center, seeking the sensitive tip of her sex. And a gurgled sound escaped her as he slowly, almost absently, played with her, until she grew wet and swelled against his touch.
“Luscious Eliza,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling. “Slick as a summer peach.” Firm strokes moved along her sex. “Will you taste as sweet? Fill my mouth with your juices?”
Dizzy heat invaded, and her lids fluttered. She couldn’t breathe through the need to have him fill her. “Adam. Please.”
“Anything, Eliza.” His fingers moved in a circle, faster, harder. “Anything.”
The orgasm rushed through her, and Eliza stiffened in his arms, her body shaking. Adam watched it all with rapt attention. “Eliza…”
Panting, Eliza grasped the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers, her hands at his shirt. Kissing her, Adam helped her draw it off. Flush now with health and vigor, he radiated strength, the muscles along his torso tight and defined. His was a warrior’s body, faint scars crisscrossing his flesh. She knew every inch of him, and yet this was different. This time she could explore, run her palms down his lean waist, glory in the satiny tightness of his skin.
He shivered as she touched him, his breath exhaling in a rush. Eliza’s hands drifted to his trousers. “Let me see all of you too.”
Wry humor entered his eyes, as he started to unbutton his trousers. “You’ve seen all of me, dove. Many times.”
Eliza ran a finger across the tight bead of his nipple. “I know,” she said in a thick voice, “but not when I knew you were mine.”
Adam’s gaze flew to hers, and his broad chest hitched. “Ah, lass, then you haven’t been paying attention. I’ve been yours since the moment we met. Every bloody inch of me.”
There was no more finesse. He hauled her close, his kiss deep and frantic. Starving for her. Their fingers tangled as she reached down to help him push his trousers past his hips. Breathing hard, Adam kicked them the rest of the way off. And then there was only him, kneeling before her, so very strong, his cock jutting out before him, pulsing and dark with need.
Eliza remembered the taste of him, and wanted another. She leaned down, caught the smooth crown in her mouth and gave it a soft suck. Adam reared as if shot. “Holy God,” he rasped, his hand cupping her head as he gave a few quick thrusts. And then he groaned, pulling back, his voice rough as newly hewn stone. “Not this time, dove.”
He pushed her back into the pillows, his mouth finding hers. His kiss was hot, his mouth open and wanting. His scent, his touch made her want with a passion that took her reason. “Come into me, then,” she whispered against his lips.
Hot skin slid against her own, his body like moving granite. “If I take you now, I’ll not be letting you go, Eliza.”
A smile curled over her lips as she nipped his earlobe, loving how he shuddered and the way he cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples with impunity. She arched into the touch. “Maybe you won’t enjoy me.”
It was Adam’s turn to grin, though his attention was elsewhere, his tongue tracing down her neck. “Eliza love, I plan to enjoy the hell out of you.”
She shivered at that and parted her thighs to let him in.
He rose over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the light, his warm arms bracketing her. “You asked me earlier what this was between us,” he whispered, his lips skimming her cheek.
“Yes.”
He canted his head, kissing her soft and slow. “This, Eliza” – he traced her cheek with fingers that shook – “this is everything.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
He was going to fuck her. Fuck her first, and when he could think straight, when his cock wasn’t about to go off at any moment, he’d make love to her, slowly, gently, for as long as she’d let him.
But for now, Adam trembled like a lad, his entire body undone with want. The tip of his cock slid over her sex, and his gut clenched. Beneath him, Eliza lay flushed, her eyes bright and her pink lips parted. So bloody beautiful it made his heart hurt. Countless times he’d witness this done by others, yet now that he had his woman under him, Adam was filled with a sudden panic. He felt awkward, needy, and wanted to please her. But when her fingers curled around his cock, guiding him back to her, he lost sight of everything save the feel of Eliza.
A low, pained groan ripped out of him as he pushed into her. Heat, warmth, the tight silkiness of her all around him. Heaven. Fully seated, he leaned his forehead against hers and tried to breathe past the mad urge to plough into her with abandon. “Are you well, dove?”
Gently, she caressed him. “Very well, demon.”
That was all he needed. Another shiver lit through him as he drew back out of her snug, slippery clasp. With a grunt, he thrust, and pleasure reverberated through his body like a thunderclap. His muscles clenched tight. Sweat beaded on his hot skin.
She held him close, her strong legs wrapped around his waist, one of her heels digging into his arse, prompting him on. He gazed down at her. And she surged up, capturing his mouth, sucking on his tongue as though it was a sweet. Adam lost his restraint. He pumped into her, again, again, each time, the need to do it harder, faster, making him quake.
“Eliza…” His voice held a desperate edge. “Dove… I…” He did not know what he wanted to say, only that he needed her. Needed to please her, needed to fill her with his cock and for it to never stop. But he could not hold on. His cods were drawing up tight, a bolt of white-hot pleasure racing down his spine.