When he freed the last button, he drew the sundress off her shoulders.Jane felt a flash of concern.She’d grown up in the last nine years, but not out.Still, he’d known that before they got started here.She squared her shoulders and shrugged out of the dress.It paused at her hips.She gave a slight wiggle and it fell to the floor.Adam’s shirt joined her dress.But instead of looking at her body, he stared into her eyes.
“You still doubt yourself,” he said, tracing the line of her jaw from her ear to her chin.“Hasn’t anyone taught you that you are exactly right?”
She shook her head.
“Then they were fools.”
This was probably the time to tell him that there hadn’t been a lot of men to do the teaching.She’d dated some, in the nine years they’d been apart.Some of those dates had included heavypetting.But none of them had progressed to lovemaking.At the time she’d blamed it on lack of chemistry or dealing with a toddler or being busy with school.Now she wondered if it was because none of them was Adam.
He moved behind her.When she started to turn to face him again, he held her in place.
“Trust me,” he said.
He moved her hair off one shoulder.From the sweet spot behind her ear, down to her bra strap, he kissed her heated flesh.Shivers racked her body, and her skin puckered.He licked her shoulder, then moved back to gently bite her neck.Her breasts swelled.Her nipples, already hard and eager for his touch, jutted out even more.Her hands fluttered in front of her.She didn’t know where to put them.She started to reach behind her, but he pushed her away.
“Not yet,” he murmured.“Trust me.”
Did she have a choice?
He drew his hands around her waist, then up.She held her breath in anticipation.With one finger and his thumb, he released the front hook of her bra.The white lace drew back, only to catch on her nipples.The friction made her inhale sharply.He pulled at the straps until the garment slid down her arms and fell.Then he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her back.
“Lean on me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to make your legs tremble and your body weak.”
That statement practically did the job for him, she thought as she sagged against him.His bare chest felt warm against her back.She rested her hands on his forearms and closed her eyes.
“Watch me,” he said, his mouth breathing the words into her ear.“Watch me touch you.”
She lowered her head to look.
His hands moved up and engulfed her breasts.His palms moved in slow circles, completely covering her.At last, she thought as pleasure shot through her body.It was as if each individual cell had screamed out at his touch.Her head lolled back on his shoulder.
He raised his hands until just his fingers touched her.They circled around and around moving closer to her nipples.Her eyes fluttered.
“Watch!”he commanded.
She did.Her nipples strained forward, eager for their own pleasure.Moisture surged between her legs.Her muscles trembled, as he had promised.
At last he brushed his fingertips across the tips of her breasts.She felt the lightning all the way down to her toes.Her grip on his forearms tightened, and she moaned.Again and again he caressed the puckered skin, making it harder and tighter.Her hips began to rotate in a dance of their own.Her knees threatened to buckle.Her hands longed to touch more of him.But she didn’t want him to stop.
“Adam,” she said breathily.
Moving quickly, so she didn’t have time to register exactly what he was doing, he turned her, then lowered her to the carpet.His shirt and her dress provided a barrier to the rug.Barely pausing to settle her, he continued to touch her breasts.The magic his fingers created made her strain toward him.Pressure built inside.No one had ever taken the time, she realized, to show her how sensitive her body could be.
He lowered his mouth to hers.Wanting to pleasure him, as she was being pleasured, she wrapped her arms around him and went on the attack.When his tongue would have found hers, she sought his out and battled him within his mouth.She traced the edges of his teeth, nipped the inner smoothness of his lips, then sucked on his tongue until he drew back to gasp for air.
And still his hands played with her breasts.At last, when she wondered how long she could endure the glory, he trailed his mouth down her chin and neck and across her chest.She drew in a breath and rose toward him.He pulled away his hands and looked at her.
“Perfect,” he said.
She blushed.
“Still the innocent?”he teased.
She didn’t answer.If only he knew.
