Chapter Twelve #3
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.
He continued to moisten her skin as he moved closer to her breasts.
At last, his mouth closed over one throbbing nipple.
The damp heat caused her to jerk and her pelvis to rise toward his.
Her hands clutched at him. He suckled her, then circled the beaded tip.
Her other breast swelled in anticipation.
He didn’t disappoint. As his hand continued the game his mouth had begun, he laved the other side with equal attention.
When she had no breath left, he lifted his head and smiled.
She touched his face, the smooth-shaved cheeks, the straight nose, the firm mouth, still wet from his loving her.
The rightness of their mating made her fearful of the future, but she pushed away the concerns.
They were for later. This was her only point of sanity in a world gone mad.
“You make me tremble,” she said.
“As you do me.”
He drew her panties from her hips and peeled them off her legs.
He had done this before, she remembered.
Touched her there, before claiming her. It had been mildly pleasant.
She was about to tell him he didn’t have to bother, when his finger slipped between her damp curls.
He touched some secret spot and she jumped.
He grinned. “I guess that means you’re ready.”
“For what?”
He started to laugh, then saw she wasn’t kidding. His smile faded. “You’ve never had an orgasm.”
It wasn’t a question. They were adults. She was already naked. It shouldn’t have embarrassed her. It did. The heated flush began somewhere around her toes and climbed all the way to the top of her head.
“I can’t,” she whispered, turning her head away.
He lay down beside her on the rug and touched her hair. “Who told you that?”
“No one, but I know.”
“Have you tried?”
She closed her eyes. “I never did with you.”
“Thanks.”
His wry tone made her turn back to him. “It’s not your fault. I was—”
“Yeah, well, could we not talk about my lack of performance and get on with the rest of it?”
“I don’t want you to think it was your fault.”
His self-deprecating smile eased her embarrassment. “It was only the two of us, Jane. And you were the virgin. Whose fault was it?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. What about the other men?”
She pulled her hair over her shoulder and studied the ends. “I’ve done a few things but I never—”
“Had an orgasm?”
“Went all the way.”
“What?”
She swallowed. “I didn’t feel the need.”
“It’s been nine years.”
“I can count, too.”
“Jane?” He sounded confused.
“Don’t read more into it than it is. It just never felt right.”
“Does it feel right now?” He touched her breast. She gasped and arched her head back.
“Oh, yes.”
“Good.”
She wanted to wipe that self-satisfied male smirk off his face, but he continued to tease her breasts and it became more and more difficult to remember why.
He moved his head to her chest and trailed his fingers down her stomach.
This time she was prepared for the jolt when he brushed that secret spot.
She wasn’t prepared, however, for him to keep touching it.
The contact created an aching pressure inside.
She shifted her legs as if that would help her ease her need.
“Adam?” she asked, confused by what was happening inside. She needed him to stop. No, that wasn’t right. She needed him to never stop.
“Hush. Trust me. Just feel it. I won’t hurt you. And I won’t let you fall.”
Fall? She was lying on the floor. Where was there to fall to?
Then he began to move faster and she didn’t have the presence of mind to ask questions.
Her world shrank down to his mouth and his hand.
She vaguely felt his erection pressing into her leg.
She should let him satisfy himself, she thought as her hips began to rotate in time with his fingers.
Not just yet, she told herself as the pressure built.
Her breathing came in short gasps. His fingers danced around and around working their magic until she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel.
Falling. He was right. She could fall because he took her so high.
Her muscles tightened until she thought she’d snap.
He moved faster. She was going to fall. It was the only thing that would save her.
But she was afraid. She didn’t understand this or know what to do.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Adam.
She drew in her last breath and exhaled his name.
He sucked deeper on her breast and the ground shifted.
Her muscles rippled as she sailed out into nothing and began her free-fall back to the world.
Pleasure surrounded, supported, carried her forward.
Adam caught her as she neared the bottom of her descent.
He held her close and promised she’d be safe forever.
She’d known that, she saw in a moment of clearness. That’s why she’d come home.
“Be in me,” she whispered, parting her legs in invitation. “Feel this with me.”
He quickly shed his trousers and briefs, then positioned himself between her thighs. Their gazes locked. Need and desire and pleasure at her release lit his dark irises. She wondered if she looked as satisfied as she felt. His hardness probed. She lifted herself toward him. He withdrew and frowned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t have any protection with me. This wasn’t planned.”
“Don’t worry.” She smiled shyly. “I’m okay.”
“Good. Because I didn’t know how I was going to stop.”
He plunged inside her, filling her with his arousal. This wasn’t the uncomfortable pressure she remembered. Her body shivered as a last wave of her pleasure rippled through her. Adam groaned.
“You could feel that?” she asked.
He lowered himself until they could kiss. “Every quivering muscle. It’s heaven. You’re heaven.” His mouth claimed hers.
He continued to thrust into her, the long slow strokes causing her to tighten around him. Every time he moaned his satisfaction, she felt her insides tremble. She drew back her knees and closed her eyes. The ascent began.
This time she knew what to expect from the journey. She reached forward, grasping his buttocks and pulling him closer. His thrusts grew faster, deeper.
“More,” she gasped out, her lungs barely able to draw in enough air.
She met him stroke for stroke. In her mind’s eye, she saw the frightened girl she’d been, lying limply beneath Adam’s hungry body.
She remembered the ineptness and feeling of failure that had swept over her as he’d groaned his release.
She’d been afraid and confused and too much in love to risk voicing her concerns and displeasing him.
She’d grown up, she thought as she surged forward to meet him.
His body grew harder, thicker inside her. His hips bucked under her hands.
She opened her eyes. His face, a tight mask of tension and raw desire, made her own need increase tenfold. She was his equal now.
He looked at her. The shutters fell away as if they’d never been in place.
He smiled slightly, then held her hips and pressed in farther.
She was so close. Too close. He reached one hand between their bodies and touched her.
His thrusts stopped suddenly as his fingers circled her secret core.
Then he moved faster, deeper and she sailed out into the ecstasy.
The ripples within her milked his hardness. He cried out her name.
They held each other as they fell.
* * *
Even the crickets were silent. Adam pulled the sheet up over Jane’s shoulder and watched her sleep.
It was hours past midnight. Sometime after they’d first made love, they’d climbed to her bedroom.
There, against the soft cushion of the mattress, she’d shown him that she was a quick study.
Even now, his body hummed with the pleasure of her touch.
He was weary. Pleasantly so from their lovemaking.
And emotionally from all that had happened.
In less than thirty-six hours, he’d found out he was a father, been accepted by Billie and made love with Jane.
The latter, he acknowledged, was a reaction to the former.
They were both too near the edge to not succumb to the temptation. It didn’t mean anything.
He rose to his feet and pulled on his clothes. Better for him not to be discovered in her bed. They discussed it, but she had protested she wasn’t ready to let him go. So he’d waited until she’d fallen asleep.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Then, taking his shoes in his hand, he crept down the hall and opened Billie’s bedroom door.
The girl—his daughter—slept on her back. An old teddy bear rested against her chest. Moonlight drifted across her cheek and made her look as sweet and innocent as an angel. He chuckled softly. Billie was a lot of things, but angelic wasn’t one of them. Still—
He closed the door and stepped back. He could feel himself sinking in deeper.
What was he going to do? Not caring didn’t seem to be an option anymore.
If he couldn’t turn away from them, he’d have to find a way of keeping them with him.
If he wasn’t careful, they’d leave. Love meant losing.
Jane had already proved she could leave him. This time he might not survive.
No matter what the cost, he had to find some way to get control and keep them here. If he didn’t, he would lose them forever.