At Any Price(56)

He immediately went to my fly and unbuttoned it, reaching inside. I tipped my head back, gasping at the sudden, but not unwelcome, invasion. He knew how hot and wet I was, murmuring heated words about how I was ready. He tugged my jeans off my hips and I lifted them while he pulled them off, tossing them and my panties aside.

“Emilia, you are driving me insane,” he said as he pressed his body to mine again. My hands flew up to unbutton his shirt and pull it open. He immediately pressed his bare chest to mine and we both sighed in unison. The feeling was exquisite—his hard, male body pushing against my breasts, the desperate need between my legs.

“Adam, I want you.”

And he kissed me, his movements growing more urgent, if that was possible.

His head traveled down to my nipples, suckling each in turn while I arched my back to meet him, my body burning hotter with each passing minute. Then he kissed his way down my belly, across my navel. And lower.

His head was between my legs and he nudged them open as he traced his hot tongue and mouth up the insides of my thighs. Every part of me began to throb in time with my own urgent heartbeat. I knew what was coming next.

Adam was about to go down on me. Suddenly I tensed at the thought of him so close to one of my most intimate places—I didn’t think I would have baggage about this, since this had nothing to do with what had happened to me, but my fear of something possibly happening stopped me.

He sensed it immediately and his head came up. “Are you okay?”

I took a deep breath, forced myself to relax. And I let my knees drop fully open. “I’m okay.”

He sank his head to my sex, then, his hot breath bathing my inner thighs. I closed my eyes, willing myself to remain calm, to lie back and enjoy what was about to happen, but the anxiety of anticipation was not helping. I felt his finger first, separating me while he kissed my thighs. He pushed it inside me curling it slowly so that it pressed at a certain spot—a place he knew well, apparently—and I immediately gasped, arching.

He pulled his head up. “Bingo. Found it.”

And all I could do was laugh. He’d tracked down the elusive g-spot.

“They should give out merit badges for that,” he said.

I gasped when the finger moved again. “I’ll give you a fucking gold medal if you want, just don’t stop.”

“Emilia, I haven’t even begun,” and his mouth sank to my sex, licking along the ready flesh there, before finding the most sensitive spot, my clitoris, and sucking it into his mouth.

The sensation was indescribable. Like his mouth was made of fire and scorching me with the most exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. I stopped breathing and then let out a little shout that I’m sure every human being within a mile radius must have heard.

I was coming before I even realized what was happening. The spasms came in short, intense bursts and lasted for minutes. Just when I thought they’d stop, he’d press himself harder against me or adjust his head. My back lifted off the bench and I actually—much to my eternal embarrassment—squealed!

I couldn’t help it, though. It was just that good.

But even though I felt like a wet rag that had been wrung out, I realized, when he settled next to me again, that he was right. We had only just begun. And now, it was his turn to take pleasure from me.

“You liked that, did you?” he said, appearing immensely proud of himself.

I smiled. “No. Hated every minute of it.”

He leaned down and kissed me then. A deep, soulful kiss. It lasted for long moments and with each passing second, I could feel the urgency build within him. I ran my hands over the supple ridges of his chest, around to his back, cupping his shoulder blades, pulling him down on me.

He didn’t break the kiss to unbutton his khakis. It was so quiet out here, with only the sounds of the boat and the lapping of the ocean around us. I heard his zipper and an icy thread of fear shot through me. It was niggling—minor—but I tried not to think about what was about to happen. Knew that my fear was silly—unfounded. Knew that afterward, I would be relieved to have it over with.

With a deep breath, I opened my legs so he could settle between them. He was fighting himself to keep his hands out of my hair, I could tell. One hand would approach my hairline and then drop to my shoulder or back. I appreciated it, even though forcing himself to remember probably yanked him out of the moment. I opened my eyes and saw him watching me. When our gazes met, he pulled back and broke the kiss.

He was breathing heavily. “Emilia,” he said, and then kissed me again, pulling me closer. His erection nudged against my inner thigh and he groaned, his arms tightening around me. I adjusted my hips underneath him, wondering why he was hesitating.