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“Mm-hm.” I rub my hands over the back of his neck and keep an eye on that foot rest.
Adam’s legs start lifting along with it. “It’s so easy. Why wouldn’t someone have come up with that yet?”
“A very good question.” I wait to hear the foot rest snap into place before pushing one palm against the back of the swing and throwing my foot over Adam’s hip. Straddling him now that I have room to do so without the fear of falling on my butt, I sink into his body.
He moans and I do too, loving the heat of him so close to where he needs to be.
My skirt bunches up so high that I’m practically flashing him. Adam’s groan of appreciation is worth it. His fingertips slide around my hips and he moves me back and forth, creating his own friction.
I can feel him, his hard body, his need—so desperate for me.
“I’ll definitely,” I kiss him slowly, our lips sliding against each other, “put that,” another slow, sensual kiss, “on the company docket.”
He seeks out my lips when I ease back, his face completely red and his eyelashes fluttering. “Havemercy.”
“No, I don’t think I will,” I whisper against his ear.
He kisses me again, his hands roaming my body, not bothering about being a gentleman. For all his kindness and easy-going nature, Adam is built like a machine—the kind that can fire shots all night without losing a beat. And right now, he’s not Easy-Going Adam. He’s something else. Part monster, part savage.
I pant violently as he caresses me with both of his hands while his mouth casts me into a deeper, flaming need. A heady sense of helplessness and wonder crashes into me.
How does he do that? His hands are everywhere, and yet his kiss ramps up with intensity. He’s almost obsessive about my mouth—drinking from my lips until they tremble, nuzzling until they burn, driving his teeth down to mix pleasure with pain.
I’m shivering with all his promises of wicked delight, especially when his tongue invades my mouth, moving in and out with confidence, a daring preview of what’s to come.
His stubble is a unique burn against my sensitive skin, the perfect sensation to pair with the exquisiteness of his kiss, adding so much friction that I want to scream.
It takes me a second to decide where to start undressing him first. My hands make the decision and get busy tugging on the flannel outside of his T-shirt.
My heart is beating violently, my body melting to nothing as his mouth sucks the soul right out of me.
Even the way he growls his desire into my ear takes my breath away.
Now. I need Adam now.
Each brutal stroke shakes the dust off my dirtiest fantasies and rips open every secret desire I’ve denied since I started having feelings for him.
The feral cat inside is screaming bloody murder.
My skin is on fire.
This kiss will leave bruises. I’m sure of it. My hands roam his pants with a possessive exploration, searching for the button that will unlock everything I want.
Something buzzes in the chaos.
It’s Adam’s phone.
“Ignore that,” he growls, shrugging out of his flannel. As soon as he’s shed that layer, his hands grab my waist again and he drags me down on him.
I hiss, feeling how much he wants me.
His hands push under my dress, grabbing, taking, molding me into the shape he wants. There’s so much erupting desire that the porch swing can’t take it. I slap my palm against the back of the wooden slats, trying to keep my balance as the chair rocks back and forth and the chain rattles.
Adam’s phone buzzes more insistently.
I wrench my mouth away from his and he grips me under my dress, his hands wrapped around my thighs in a silent command.
But it’s not one I can follow.
