“I want to take you inside.” He nudged the strap of her dress back up her shoulder, his hand unsteady and his breath uneven. The ache from wanting her still heated his veins.
“I want to take you anywhere I can have you.” She loosened her hold on him as she edged back a step. “So that’s definitely fine with me.”
Her words fanned the flames hotter inside him. Aching to have her, he swept her up in his arms and charged over the lawn toward the house.
“Your room is closer.” He said it to himself as much as her, directing his steps toward the downstairs bedroom. “But the condoms are all upstairs.” He changed direction, cursing himself for the mansion’s extravagant square footage when it delayed having Adelaide.
She nipped at his neck while he covered the distance, those delectable breasts of hers pressed tight to his chest as she clutched him. She made a luscious armful, her thighs draped over one arm while her hip grazed the erection that had hounded him the better part of the day.
“I can’t wait to feel you without the barrier of clothes,” she murmured against his ear, her breath puffing a silken caress along his skin.
“That’s good.” He ground the words out between clenched teeth as he finally reached the door to his suite. “Because I don’t think we’re going to leave this room until the game on Sunday.”
He needed to wear himself out with her. To excise this hunger spilling over into every aspect of his life until all he could think about was Adelaide.
Setting her on her feet, he backed her into the nearest wall, yearning to feel more of her. Light spilled into the room from low-wattage sconces on either side of the bed that came on automatically at sunset. He toed the door shut behind them and took another valuable second to flip the lock into place. Then all of his focus returned to Adelaide.
Immersing his hands in all that long, caramel-colored hair of hers, he shifted the length of it over one shoulder in a silky veil. His body pinned hers in place, hips sinking into hers where they fit best.
He was dying to have her. It was as if he’d been holding back for years instead of days, and maybe subconsciously he had been. That friendship wall could be a strong one. Mistresses were plentiful. Friends, true friends, were few. But the time for restraint was long gone as he tugged the straps of her thin sundress down and exposed a pretty turquoise-colored bra that wouldn’t be nearly as enticing as what was underneath. Applying his hands to the hooks, he swept that aside, too, so he could get his mouth around the tight buds of dark pink nipples he’d felt right through her clothes.
Her back arched to give him better access, her body straining toward his while he laved and licked at one and then the other. She made soft sexy sounds that told him how much she liked what he was doing, and her hands worked the buttons on his shirt until she was touching bare skin. He hauled the shirt off his shoulders and let it slide to the floor, his eyes never leaving her. With her dress tugged down and all that goddess hair draped over her shoulders, she made one hell of a vision.
Lifting her against him, he slid a hand up her skirt to wrap her leg around his waist. Positioned that way, the vulnerable, hot core of her came up against his rock-hard erection. She shuddered against him, a subtle vibration he felt right there, a sensation so damn good he cupped her hips and moved her against him again and again. A sensual ride he wanted to give her for real.
“That feels...” Her words broke on a small cry of pleasure as she braced herself on his shoulders.
“Tell me.” He wanted to know everything she liked. Exactly how she liked it.
While he’d always striven to pleasure the women in his bed, this was different. He needed this night to be perfect because this was Adelaide and she was different. So much more important to him.
And he wasn’t ready to think about what that meant or all the ways that was going to complicate things for them.
“It feels so good.” Her eyes flipped open long enough for him to see the haze of desire there, her gaze unfocused. “I’m so close. Already.”
Knowing that only cranked him higher. He kept up the friction beginning to torment him and fastened his lips back on one breast. He drew on it. Hard. Then, finding the edge of her panties with one hand, he slid beneath the satin to stroke the drenched feminine folds. Once. Twice.
She came apart with a high cry she muffled against his shoulder. The force of it, combined with the way she went boneless in his arms, made him sway back on his feet a little.
Damn. He used that moment to watch her, to soak up the vision she made with her cheeks suffused with color and her chest heaving with all that sensation.