Page 41 of Adam’s Obsession

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist,holding him tighter, pulling him closer. “More. More.”

“Ah, yeah.” He pressed deeper and deeper still until he wasseated fully within her. “You’re so tight. You feel so good.”

She loved the feel of him, the fullness, the hardness, thelittle uncontrollable bobbles his cock made as he tried to go so slow. But shewas getting restless. An ache had begun deep in her core and now the fullnesswas not nearly satisfying enough. She kissed him on his soft, full lips, on hisbristly cheek, his neck. She nibbled on his ear. When he shivered at that,sucked in a harsh breath, she whispered, “Fuck me, Savage. Fuck me hard.”

He stilled. His cock jerked inside her as her commentpercolated in his lust-flown brain.

And then fuck her, he did.

He went a little feral, pounding into her like a beast onfire until they were both panting and moaning and writhing. Impatiently, hepicked her up and shifted her gently onto the floor, where he changed his angleand fucked her some more.

Finally he flipped her over and took her from behind,slipping in bit by bit until he was buried to the hilt. Then he secured hisleverage and let go in a frantic rhythm. He held her hips in a tight grip andbarreled in and out of her, reveling in the quivers of her cunt around his cockand the sharp slap of flesh against flesh with every thrust. He gloried in thecries that fell from her beautiful mouth and the way the sweat tasted when helicked it from her back. She urged him on, glancing over her shoulder andgrunting encouragement, praise and gentle threats.

God. She was gorgeous. Glorious. Magnificent. Hot.

As his orgasm neared, as he felt the telltale tightening ofhis cock and balls, the swelling that spelled an imminent explosion, he reachedaround and stroked her, pinching her nipples and rubbing her fat clit until sheclenched and screamed and bucked against him.

As sweet completion descended, he sighed. “Finally,” he saidinto her ear. “Finally, Kat. You’re mine.” And he meant it.

Chapter Nine

It was a long time before they recovered. He held her hardagainst him, spooning on the carpet as they both fought for breath, forbalance.

He’d known their joining would be phenomenal. He simply hadnot expected, could never have expected, that.

Put simply, it had been the most satisfying lay of his life.He felt like a new man. She had given herself to him. Katherine Hart, a womanwho was extraordinarily discriminating in her partners, had given herself to him.Completely. It humbled him. She’d met him in his crazed passion every step ofthe way, urging him on to greater heights. They were absolutely, undeniably,perfectly matched.

As soon as he recuperated, he wanted to do it again. Andagain. But refueling might take a while, as she had literally drained him dry.

He sighed with contentment. “You okay?” He buried his facein her hair, reveling in the delirious scent. Unbound and riotous, it snakedsoftly around them both.

“Mmm.” She nudged her supple ass against his pelvis. Evendrained dry as he was, it felt wonderful. She turned so she could see his face.“I do have one question though.”

He bent his head and kissed her lightly then kissed her somemore before responding. “What’s that?”

“Exactly what were you planning to do with that ice?” Theyshared a grin. By now it was surely melted all over the countertop.

He chuckled. “You’ll just have to wait for next time.”

“Oh?” She flipped over to face him and drew a line down hischest. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“There will be if I have anything to say about it.” Hisgrowl was playful. Kind of.

Her sultry expression lit a cauldron of heat in his gut. Herlips curved into an impish smile. “I have a thought.”

“Really?” Doubtless, her thoughts on the subject would beintriguing.

“How about,” she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially,“a bed?”

“Mmm.” A bed sounded particularly inviting at the moment. Heleapt up and pulled her to her feet. Once there, once she stood naked andfacing him, he couldn’t resist pulling her close again, to stroke her softskin, to test the sweet flesh of her ass. God, how he loved the feel of her.

She peered up at him with slumberous eyes. Her features wereblurred and soft. Her hair curled in unruly waves around her shoulders. Hefisted the glorious mass.

“I see why you always wear it up.” He brought a skein to hisnose and breathed deeply, drawing in her elusive scent.

“Because it’s a mess?” She laughed.

“No. Because every man in the office would be fantasizingabout this.” He held up a handful of hair, a silken whip.