Page 53 of Dangerous
“Oh, is that what I must do?” he asked, opening his eyes and lacing his hands behind his head, the action making the muscles of his chest and arms tighten and stretch in a mesmerizing fashion. He watched her openly admiring looks with an arrogant smirk and thrust his hips against her to show the direction of his thoughts.
“But I am not finished,” she protested.
He began to sit up, his eyes never leaving hers. “I shall finish you.”
Before she could protest his hands latched on to her and he flipped her onto her back. She looked up at his triumphant face above her, his equally triumphant member pressed against her stomach, hard and hot through the fabric of her dress.
He eyed the green silk. “Hmm, what manner of sartorial torture do you have for me this evening?” He squinted down at the multitude of tiny buttons that ran down the front of her gown. “Hell.”
She reached out to help and he brushed her hands away. “No.”
In spite of his complaint, his fingers made short work of not only the buttons, but several clasps and ties.
He pulled open the front of her gown and his eyes burned.
“Mmm.” He touched her with maddening softness, never coming anywhere near her aching nipples, his evil fingers tracing the outlines of her through the thin silk barrier of her chemise until she was ready to explode.
“Adam,” she said through gritted teeth as his right hand ever so gently cupped her breast.
“Yes?” He released her and met her eyes with an innocent, inquiring look.
She glared, the relentless throbbing between her thighs robbing the situation of humor.
“You are in a hurry?”
“Yes,” she gritted out.
“Let me see what I can do about that.” Instead of coming into her, he pulled away and backed down the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed apart her knees.
Mia decided she would scream if he teased her even a second longer.
As if reading her mind he gave her one of his rare smiles and shoved her skirt around her waist. He glanced up.
“No drawers. How perceptive of you. Or did I mention my preference?” His husky voice made a lie of his light words. Strong, cool hands stroked the tops of her thighs and his eyes burned with pale blue fire as he watched himself slip a finger inside her.
“Tell me what you want.”
She bucked against his hand. “Kiss me, Adam. Pleasure me with your mouth.”
A vein in his temple pulsed at her words.
“As you wish.” His eyes locked with hers as he lowered his mouth.
Mia shivered, rocked to the core by the soft heat of him and his clever teasing tongue.
“Oh, Adam.” She tangled her hands in his hair, holding him while she moved against him. She’d been so close to her pleasure, it did not take him long to push her over the edge. She cried out as he brought on a succession of climaxes, each paroxysm more violent than the last. He held her hips firmly, covering her with gentle, probing kisses as he rode out the waves of bliss that wracked her body.
Mia drifted in a haze, barely aware that he’d moved until his face was above hers.
He came into her slowly and both of them made low sounds of satisfaction as he filled her. “My God, you feel good,” he whispered, his cheek pressed against hers, his breath hot on her ear. “I need to take you.”
She answered by tilting her hips to take him even deeper and then squeezing the length of him until he moaned.
“That was very naughty,” he gasped, drawing almost all the way out of her and then stroking into her hard and fast. The power of his thrust drove her up the bed and he rode her so hard she barely had the breath to cry out when the first climax overtook her. She choked with a combination of laughter and sobbing as he refused to let up. Just when she thought she could not take one more wave of overwhelming sensation and pleasure, he drove himself deep inside and stiffened, holding her tightly as he climaxed, his black curls damp against his brow, his body rigid and slick with sweat.
“Bloody hell!” he moaned, just before he collapsed, still deep inside her.
Mia laughed weakly. “Bloody hell,” she agreed, wishing he would stay where he was forever.
