“That’s very progressive of them.”
Teddy laughed against his chest.
“What?” he asked.
“It’s not that they’re progressive. You’re the one who’s old-fashioned.”
“I am not.” After a second, he added, “Why would you think that?”
“My parents lived together for three years before they got married. I’m sure in that time, they had sex and slept in the same bed.”
“Ah, but did their parents know?”
She smiled. “I don’t think they ever actually walked in on them, but pre–cell phones and pre-email and pre–caller ID, I’m sure one of them answered the phone when the other parent called. And barring all that, Thanksgiving dinner would be a clear giveaway when family comes to stay and finds toothbrushes, shoes and clothes hanging in the closet that don’t belong to their child.”
“We don’t have any of that,” he said.
She looked up at him. “No,” she said, her voice conveying her feelings. “We don’t.”
Adam bent down and kissed her. Teddy should be used to him touching her tenderly. She should also be used to knowing that he could unleash an animal so ferocious it devastated her. That’s what he was doing now. His mouth changed. His lips tantalized, promised, worked magic on her. Teddy could feel the prickly electricity that accompanied his touch.
His hands moved over her, skimming over her arms and finding the zipper at the back of her dress. He didn’t immediately pull it down. His hands played over the fabric as his mouth sought and found the skin of her neck. Teddy gasped at the sensation that pulsed through her at his touch.
Her inner body responded, becoming aroused by the movement of his hands. They captured her curves, running down her body as if it was his and he needed to learn each indentation, every soft contour of the skin that covered her. Skin that was burning with anticipation. Fire burst inside her.
Teddy grew bold. Her hands touched Adam. He was covered. His shirt long-sleeved. His pants over long legs. Teddy began a crusade to remove them. Reaching for the first button, she slid it through its hole. One by one, she released them, freeing the shirt and exposing his chest. Her hands went inside it finger by finger. Skimming them over the skin, she felt the moisture the building heat was rendering. Bowing her head, Teddy pressed her lips to his nipple. It was hot, searing hot. Her tongue came out and she tasted him. He groaned, both holding her and pushing her back. Then, in an immeasurable amount of time, Adam’s hands caught her head and pulled her mouth to his.
His tongue slipped inside, joining her, mating with her, sweeping deep into her mouth and holding her until breath demanded they part.
“I need you,” he said, his voice so deep Teddy could only understand it because she had entered the same private world where the language was known by only the two of them.
“I know,” she said. “I need you, too.”
Pinning her to the sofa, Adam stretched out over her. His body moved over her, working her dress up to her knees and then higher. His mouth devoured hers. Hands raked her sides, slid down her breasts. His mouth moved to her neck and her shoulders. The clothes were too much of a barrier. Teddy needed to, had to, get rid of them.
“Now,” she said.
Adam reached under her dress and removed her stockings and panties. In a flash of speed, he stood, pulling her up. Her zipper was dispensed with, and her dress dropped to the floor. Teddy pushed the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. It fell away. In the half light, she looked at his form. Her hands sculpted him, created him. First bones, then muscle, sinew, skin. Pouring on the color of dark brandy, she painted his arms, his shoulders, his belly. She angled into his tight waist and followed over the curves of his hips and butt until she reached his strong legs and feet. Then she circled his erection. Not an inch of his frame had been left to chance. She caressed him, covered all of him.
His body was hard and ready. She ran her hands over him, feeling the throb of blood that rushed to her hands. His hands tightened on her, squeezed her back as desire stormed through him. His mouth opened and his hands moved like speed demons over her flesh. The heat generated called for second-degree burns.