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He pulled at the hem of my sweater, and I helped by keeping my arms lifted. Soon it was on the floor.

“Aren’t you going to fold that?”

“Later. Much later.” I’d never heard his voice so rough. It made me tingle.

I tried to go back to caressing his chest but was thwarted when he went down to his knees in front of me, and began unbuttoning my jeans. He soon had them and my lacy thong off my body, and piled on top of my sweater. He nudged me, so that my stance was wider.

He looked between my legs, giving me all of his attention. Before I could think or compare it to anything else, any other time, he leaned forward and licked my wet folds.

“Adam,” I breathed out. One of his big strong arms reached around me, holding me close, holding me up, while his right hand spread the petals of my sex wide, and he dipped in for a deeper taste. I heard his hum of pleasure. I couldn’t make a sound. I was struck dumb by all the sensations rushing through me.

He pushed one finger deep into my channel and I winced at the intrusion, but then melted around him.

“Zoe?”

He must have felt it. “It’s good, Adam. Don’t stop. For God’s sake, don’t stop.”

His blue eyes sparkled. “I won’t.”

He licked me again, as his finger languidly moved inside me, pushing in, then out, then in again. His tongue got closer to my clit, and my fingers dug into his hair, not to keep standing, but to punish him. The man was torturing me, and he needed to get to the good stuff. Not that this wasn’t good, but damn, I needed him to lick my clit.

He circled my sensitive nub with his tongue, torturing me. I pulled his hair. Hard. His huff of laughter blew against my needy flesh and I gasped.

“More. Again.”

He blew against me. I trembled. Then finally, thank fuck, he finally brushed his tongue over my clit. The sensation was earth shattering.

“Adam!” I screamed out his name.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, prolonging my orgasm, as I slumped over him. Wave after wave of pleasure racked my body. I was barely aware when he picked me up and placed me on my bed.

I finally opened my eyes to find him standing beside the bed, still wearing his jeans, a question in his eyes.

“Take off your clothes, Adam, and come to bed. I want to see what other skills you have.” A slow grin crossed his face. I watched as he shucked off his jeans. When he was done, my eyes widened. His cock was beautiful, and all mine.

I held out my hand, and he took it. In his other hand was a silver packet. He was magic, there was no other explanation. I took it from him, and rolled it over his engorged flesh. He shuddered at my touch.

“You’re a wonder, Zoe Avery,” he whispered. “You need to know something before this goes any further.”

He’d gone all serious, and my gut clenched. “What?” This didn’t sound good.

“I was halfway in love with you that night in my truck, and I’ve been falling deeper and deeper ever since I came here to Jasper Creek. Your sass and strength. Your patience and laughter. Your intelligence and wit. Your moodiness and charm. Everything about you draws me in. I want to spend the rest of my life finding new facets of you, loving you with every part of me.”

I couldn’t stop the tear that dripped down my face.

“I know you’re not there yet, and that’s okay. I just needed you to know how I felt before I made love to you.”

“Adam. I’m not as good as you think I am,” I whispered. “I’m a pain in the ass. Ask anybody.”

“I know. That’s one of my favorite parts.”

He dropped down onto his elbows, and slid his legs down so he was covering me. I didn’t feel crowded, I felt sheltered. He kissed me again. The kiss held all the tenderness a man could give a woman.

I parted my legs and slid them around his waist. He took what I was offering, and he slowly sank inside me, watching my face the entire time, making sure I wasn’t hurting. I might have been, but I didn’t care. I bit his shoulder, and he took me fully.

“So good. You feel so good inside me.”

He moved.