Page 65 of On the Edge


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“I’ve wanted you since the night I saw you in that damn thin nightshirt,” he said huskily as his fingers started against my outer thighs, sweeping up over my hip bone. These were soft touches, and yet I felt them like a pain. He was touching me everywhere but my center. My legs tightened with need, the anticipation growing as I waited with closed eyes for his next touch.

“Turn over, love.”

My eyes opened to find him staring at me. I wanted to be embarrassed, but how he was making my body feel left no room for the insecurities I had felt just moments ago.

I rolled to my stomach, doing as he asked, and it wasn’t long before his warm hands skated up the back of my thighs. I moaned when both hands caressed my behind.

“You’re perfect.” He slowly kissed his way to my side, and I writhed underneath him as he drove me insane with need.

“Adam.” My voice disappeared into thin air. I couldn’t piece together a full sentence.

“I hear you.” His hand nudged me at my side, telling me to turn back over. It wasn’t long before that same hand traveled down to my core and stroked me while his mouth came down, hot and wet against my erect nipple.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling just slightly.

“What do you do to me?” His voice was deep, and it turned me on even more.

The weight of the bed shifted near my head. His hand was probably there. Then his fingers slipped down my core and to the soft folds of my skin. He stroked me there, driving me wild with his deft fingers, and then I felt his hard length touch me.

I heard a faint sound—rubber, maybe. Was he sheathing himself? His hands were no longer on me, and I gripped the comforter on each side, the unknown was brutal, and yet, it was incredibly exciting.

He gently slipped inside me—only an inch or two, taking his time. He moved out and then back in a little more, and my breathing became fractured as I finally opened my eyes to find his dark blue ones focused on me. His face was close. I could smell sweat, sex, and piney cologne.

He held his weight over me as he fully plunged inside me, my back arching off the bed, my breasts jutting forward, almost touching the hard planes of his chest.

“Feck.” His Irish tongue was barely audible over my panting breath. His eyes held mine as he moved, slow and controlled. Then Adam’s hand slipped down between us, and his opposite bicep flexed as that arm supported the brunt of his weight. His fingers tortured me, adding additional sensations in time with each and every thrust.

“You’re killing me,” I cried as he picked up the pace. I was losing my mind—feeling him inside me. Filling me in every possible sense.

I couldn’t hang on . . .

The pressure started to build as I let go, coming unhinged. My toes curled, my breathing was out of control, and my body shook as I orgasmed.

“Fuck.” His head dropped forward as he jerked on top of me, coming moments after.

He remained above me, still inside me, unmoving. His eyes were back on mine, and my hand dropped down between my breasts, where a streak of sweat had gathered.

Adam wet his lips, his brows pulling together. “That was . . .”

Please don’t say a mistake . . .

“It was perfect,” he whispered as he gave me a soft kiss.

He moved off me and discarded the condom in the bathroom before he returned. I shifted the comforter down and slipped beneath it, tucking the sheet up to cover my breasts.

He was chuckling as he joined me in bed. “Now you’re shy?”

“I—” My mouth closed.

“Sweetheart, you opened Pandora’s box tonight.” He grabbed hold of the covers and pulled them down, exposing me. My body tensed beneath his stare.

But then, I relaxed, distracted by the slight sheen of sweat on his abdomen. It glistened in the beautifully muscled plane between his hip bones. Jeez, he was already growing hard again.

His arm banded around me and slid to my ass. Then he pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, my knees on each side of him on the bed. I pressed my hands to his chest, his heartbeat still pounding furiously.

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes crinkling around the edges as a sexy smile pulled at his lips. “Now it’s your turn.”

I sucked in a breath. Adam was giving me the control, something I’d never had before.

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