by Amy Andrews
She gasped at the sheer masculinity of him, flattening her palms against his pecs, gliding up and over his shoulders to the other side. Down his back, sliding around to the flat of his belly and the ridged perfection of his ribs.
She dropped a string of kisses across a pec, flicking her tongue over his nipple as he had done to her. The harsh suck of his breath was dizzying and she did it again. And again.
‘Hold on.’
Jess had barely registered the low growl that rumbled through his chest when Adam grasped her buttocks and boosted her up the door. Her legs locked automatically around his waist and her hands tangled in his hair as he feasted on first one breast than the other.
She moaned out loud as the sweet eroticism went on and on. Her head lolled back against the door and her breath panted in and out as she wantonly arched her back and held his head firmly to her. ‘Yes,’ she whimpered. ‘Yes.’
Adam lifted his head from her chest. ‘I need to be in you,’ he muttered.
He claimed her mouth in a deep, rough kiss and Jess welcomed it, meeting it, matching it with a greedy intensity as Adam fumbled between their bodies.
Then he was pulling her knickers aside and she felt the big, blunt girth of him prodding against her most intimate place.
She tensed, she couldn’t help herself. She wanted him inside her more than her next breath. But he felt big and solid and she was suddenly excruciatingly aware that she hadn’t done this before.
Would it hurt? Would he fit?
He felt so big. Too big.
She didn’t want to disappoint him. Or give herself away.
But then in one brief, searing thrust it was over. He was inside her. She cried out, a deep guttural bellow, throwing her head back, digging her finger nails into his shoulders. Her whole body tensed and clamped around him.
She bit down on her lip as he stretched her beyond all possibility. She felt heat and fullness and an unbearable tension that burned and tingled somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Adam stilled instantly. He shifted slightly for better balance as he looked up at her. ‘Jess?’
The movement jarred through the very centre of her, spiralling heat and pressure into an unbearable sensation. ‘Stop!’ she panted, gripping his shoulders hard, her eyes shut tight. ‘Just wait. Don’t move for a moment.’
Adam looked at her incredulously as realisation dawned. ‘Oh, my God—you’re a virgin?’
The heat started to dissolve and a wonderful tingling started to soothe stretched nerve endings and infuse bubbles of pleasure through her bloodstream. Her muscles started to relax.
She lifted her head from the door. ‘Well, technically not any more.’
A sensation, like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, built at the point of their joining and she moved against him slightly, hoping to ease it.
It didn’t.
Adam gripped her hips as all her tightness undulated along the length of him. He squeezed his eyes shut as he placed his forehead against her chest and swore under his breath.
What had he done?
Guilt suffused him. He’d let her flattery sweep him along. Let her sweetness seduce him. This should have been special for her—candlelight and roses—and he’d come on all Neanderthal, all I need to be in you.
And then taken her up against a door.
No, no, no.
The muffled party music entered the edges of his awareness.
Taken her up against a door as a party raged less than a metre away.
Shame nipped at his conscience and he started to withdraw.
‘No!’ Jess tightened her thighs around him. ‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop.’
Adam stilled again. ‘Jess…’
‘No,’ she murmured, pulling his head off her chest. She kissed his eyes, his nose, his jaw, his mouth. ‘Show me,’ she whispered against his mouth. ‘Show me how to be with a man.’
He groaned against her mouth, claiming it in a deep, wet kiss, his erection surging inside her. ‘This isn’t right,’ he murmured, tearing his mouth from hers. ‘This isn’t how your first time should be…rushed and hurried, against a door.’
She furrowed both hands into his hair. ‘So take me to the bed.’
Adam grimaced. ‘That’s not what I meant. It should be special…with someone special.’
Jess stroked her finger down his cheek, ‘It is. You are.’
Adam felt a weight slam into his heart. ‘Jess…I…’
Jess smiled at his confusion. ‘Are you telling me that me giving you my virginity isn’t special to you too? That you don’t feel honoured?’
Adam searched her gaze. Even in the darkened environment he could see her earnestness. He wanted to deny it, to stymie any fanciful notions immediately. But he couldn’t. Because it did mean something to him. He did feel honoured.
‘Jess…’
She pressed a finger to his lips. ‘Adam, it’s done now. Please don’t leave me hanging like this. I wanted you inside me. And I need you to finish what you started.’
She replaced her fingers with her mouth, putting every ounce of desperation and longing into a truly devastating kiss.
When she pulled away they were both breathing hard.
‘Hold on,’ he panted.
Adam slid his hands up her back, lifting her away from the door, turning and carrying her over to the bed, still intimately joined. He lowered them down to the mattress, watching the moonlight spill over hair, her breasts. Still hard inside her, he pushed himself up on his arms to withdraw.
‘No, no, no,’ Jess murmured, clamping his buttocks to her.
Adam shut his eyes at the delicious torture. ‘Condom,’ he muttered, his breathing ragged.
How could he have forgotten about condoms?
‘Pill,’ she countered.
He opened his mouth to remind her that it wasn’t just about pregnancy but she raised her head up and captured his lips and he lost all rational thought.
The kiss went on and on. And when Jess locked her legs around his waist Adam wasn’t sure how long he could last. And, damn it all, he owed her a good time. He pushed himself up again to withdraw.
‘No,’ Jess objected, keeping her arms linked firmly around his neck.
He looked down at her. Her blonde hair spread out on the mattress around her like a halo in the moonlight. The milky beams made her pink nipples look like strawberries and cream.
‘I want to kiss you all over. Everywhere.’
Jess felt a strange contraction around all his thick maleness inside her and she shifted against it slightly. There was time for exploration later. For now, she needed this.
Connection.
‘No.’ She clamped down around him. Her arms left his neck to grasp his buttocks. ‘Stay. I want you to stay inside me.’
Adam found it hard to deny her demand as her hot tightness contracted all round him and her urgent hands streaked fire straight to his loins. He looked down at her for a moment. She was looking up at him with frankness and honesty.
Who was he to deny a request from a lady?
He tried to withdraw again and her hands tightened further.
He smiled down at her. ‘Jess…I need to be able to…move a little.’
‘Oh.’ Her cheeks flamed. ‘Sorry.’
Adam chuckled until he felt her ease up the pressure on his buttocks and then he did what his body had been screaming at him to do ever since he’d first thrust into her.
He eased out and did it again.
‘Ah,’ Jess said, her back arching as she felt his delicious slow withdrawal and his slow pulse back into her again.
Adam watched as her breasts thrust upwards and rocked slightly. ‘Okay?’ he asked.
Jess bit her lip as he took her closer to the stars. ‘Oh, God, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.’
Adam lowered his mouth to a strawberry and cream tip as he thrust again. Her guttural moan and wild, desperate clutch at his shoulder took him closer to the edge.
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nbsp; ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he panted as he released her nipple and watched the rock of her alabaster body, the jiggle of her pert little breasts as he pulsed inside her again.
Jess opened her eyes and their gazes locked. ‘Mmm,’ she moaned as he pulled back and surged forward again.
Adam couldn’t tear his gaze from her face, couldn’t break their eye contact as they stared into each other’s eyes. He didn’t do this, look into a woman’s eyes when he was buried deep inside her. But with Jess, he couldn’t stop.
Jess felt the slow delicious build-up as Adam eased in and out of her, supporting himself on his arms, looming over her as he rocked in and out in agonising slow motion. It spread hot ripples of pleasure to her breasts, her thighs, her very centre.
He grabbed her thigh and bent her knee up and she gasped as something tightened inside with an almost violent pleasure. She arched her back, a whimper escaping unchecked from her lips.
Adam felt the inexorable march towards his orgasm hit warp speed as she clamped around him tighter. ‘It’s okay,’ he murmured, dropping his head to nuzzle her neck, her collar bone, her nipples. ‘I’m here, Jess. Let it go.’
Jess shook her head as everything started to tighten. For a moment she was frightened. Frightened that this torrent of pleasure might actually kill her. Or that she might actually lose her mind.
It was too, too much.
She whimpered, louder this time, as her body began to tremble, to spin out of control. She tried to cling to sanity, to Adam, to the bed, to the here and now, but the sensation was building, spinning her round, lifting her.
‘Jess,’ Adam groaned as she stiffened in his arms.
He lifted his head from her neck to look at her again. Her eyes were wide open and he could see the fevered pleasure burning bright amidst the milky light surrounding her. The awe, the passion he saw there was a potent aphrodisiac.
‘Yes, Jess, yes,’ he muttered, thrusting a little harder, a little less controlled as he started to lose it, as the primal man took over.
‘Adam,’ she gasped.
‘I know,’ he murmured, their gazes still locked. ‘I know.’
Jess stared at him in amazement. ‘Oh, I…I…’ She was beyond words. There were no words for this incredible experience. For looking into Adam’s eyes as he woke her body to a treasure trove of erotic secrets.
And then there weren’t any words as something broke inside and wave after wave of pleasure popped and zipped and ricocheted like an out-of-control firecracker through every cell of her body.
Adam kept thrusting, holding off his own climax as she rode hers. Watching her eyes as she came was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen—full of wonder, like she’d been shot into outer space and was floating amongst a million stars.
Jess felt a tear trickle out of an eye. ‘Adam!’ she gasped as the orgasm rocked her to the core.
The tear was Adam’s undoing, pushing him beyond control as he stopped trying to hold back and let his climax rush up to meet hers.
CHAPTER SEVEN
JESS had no idea how much time passed before she became aware of her surroundings again. The moonlight spilling across her face. The feel of the mattress against her back. The weight of Adam against her front.
The settling of two frenetic heartbeats. The mellowing of two rapid breaths.
A delicious warmth radiated from her centre, soothing the slight ache where his hardness still nestled deep inside her.
‘Wow,’ she murmured, her lips brushing a warm shoulder.
Adam, his face buried in her neck, chuckled. He couldn’t have put it better himself. ‘Indeed.’
When was the last time sex had been this…sweet? This special?
Jess pressed a kiss against the solid roundness of his shoulder. It was round enough to bite, smelled and tasted good enough to eat and despite an all-consuming lassitude she found herself wanting more.
‘Again,’ she murmured, turning her head to press a kiss against his throat.
Adam laughed. ‘I might need a minute or two.’
Jess smiled against his throat as the rumble of his words tickled her lips. She moved against him. ‘Doesn’t feel like it.’
Adam sucked in a breath. Every cell urged him to pull out and plunge back in again.
Out, in. Out, in. Out, in.
But.
They needed to talk first.
With a monumental effort he silenced the mantra thrumming through his blood, roaring through his ears, and gently withdrew.
Jess gasped as he left her body. The glide of him against sensitive skin was delicious. The ache left in his wake illicit.
But still she mewed a protest as he shifted off her and said, ‘We need to talk.’
‘I don’t think I’m capable.’
Adam laughed as he settled onto his back. He could most certainly relate. ‘That makes two of us.’
Jess rolled on her side, resting her head on his shoulder and sliding a palm across Adam’s chest until it was tucked down his opposite side. His arm curled up around her back and his hand came to rest on her shoulder. Jess sighed contentedly.
She’d always known it could be like this.
Adam lay in silence, appreciating the feel of her pressed against him and the aromas of sweet, sweet woman.
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ he asked eventually, to ward off the tug of post-coital lethargy.
Jess fluttered her eyes open. There was no use pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about. ‘Would you have gone through with this if you’d known?’
Adam stroked the skin beneath his fingers with long, languorous strokes as he stared at the ceiling. ‘No.’
‘That’s why I didn’t tell you.’
Adam shut his eyes as guilt began to rear its ugly head. ‘It would have been nice to know, Jess…’
‘What difference would it have made other than you running a mile?’
He opened his eyes. ‘I certainly wouldn’t have taken you against a door.’
Jess pushed herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. ‘Why not?’
He looked into her earnest face. ‘It’s hardly sexual intercourse 101, Jess. There are…easier ways.’
Jess could hear the guilt rampant in his voice. ‘No. Don’t do that, Adam. It was…amazing. I wouldn’t change a thing.’
Adam shook his head. ‘I’m sorry. I figured you probably hadn’t had a lot of experience, I didn’t realise you’d had none.’ He pushed a lock of hair that had fallen forward back over her shoulder. His gaze fell to her mouth. ‘You don’t kiss like a virgin.’
Jess smiled. ‘Oh, and how do virgins kiss?’
‘I have absolutely no idea. But not like you. Not all hot and heavy and…just the right amount of hard and soft and…not with tongue or that little whimper at the back of your throat.’
Even thinking about that whimper got him hard all over again.
Jess grinned at his detailed recall of their passionate kisses. ‘I have been kissed, you know. Quite a bit, actually. I’ve had boyfriends. Dates.’
‘So why didn’t you…?’
‘Go all the way?’
‘Yes.’
Adam dropped his gaze as a knot of emotion tightened his gut. Now it was over, the thought of anyone else introducing her to the intimacies they’d shared did not sit well.
Jess waited until he looked at her again. She wanted him to see the honesty of her answer when she replied.
‘I hadn’t planned on being a virgin at twenty-four, Adam. It was just the way it worked out.’ She shrugged. ‘I’m an old-fashioned girl. I was brought up to think that my virginity was something special. That it should be saved for someone special.’
Adam shut his eyes and groaned. What had he done? Taken something that he didn’t deserve? ‘For a husband?’ he asked, opening his eyes.
Jess shook her head. ‘Not necessarily. My grandmother always says I’ll know who when the time comes. And I did. You’re that person.’
No. He
wasn’t. He loved and left. His next mission was only weeks away and he had every intention of being on that flight.
He’d taken her against a door, for crying out loud.
He wasn’t who she thought he was. ‘Jess.’
She could see the denial forming in his lapis lazuli eyes and couldn’t bear to hear it. ‘Shh,’ she murmured, dropping a kiss on his mouth. ‘Don’t talk,’ she whispered. ‘Just kiss me.’
He groaned against her mouth as he devoured it like it was his last-ever chance to kiss her.
When they pulled apart they were both breathing hard again. Jess looked down his body. His breath wasn’t the only thing that was hard. She looked back at him as her hand slid down his belly and her fingers connected with the thick bulk of him.
He sucked in a breath as she closed her palm around him. ‘You like that? Tell me what you like.’ Adam shut his eyes as she squeezed him. A bolt of desire jolted through his belly, his thighs, his loins. ‘Jess.’ His breath hissed out her name.
‘Show me,’ she murmured against his mouth.
Adam opened his eyes. The desire to do just that, to take her hand, to push her down, to flip her over, to show her where he liked to be touched and how was so, so tempting.
It was like a thousand male fantasies rolled into one.
Initiating a virgin.
But it felt wrong.
Jess was a novice and it should be about her. Not about his own selfish needs and fantasies. He’d yet to love her properly. To run his tongue over every inch of her. To taste her everywhere but especially where he knew she’d taste the sweetest.
To make her come while he did it.
The extent of his desire for her was frightening.
And somehow with her hand locked around him and her eyes innocently begging him for sexual tutelage it made him excruciatingly aware of their age difference, of the yawning gap in their experience.
It reminded him of his broken promise to Ruby.
She moved her hand up the length of him and his hips bucked involuntarily. He quickly covered her hand with his, stilling any further action.
‘No,’ he murmured as he moved swiftly, flipping her onto her back, covering her with his body.
‘But—’
Jess didn’t get another word out as he smothered her protest with a kiss that left her clinging and gasping when he finally broke away.