“Thatreallyturns me on.”
She trembled. “You know what turns me on?”
“Tell me. I want to know.”
“Everything.” Tightening her grip, she urged him forward. “I need you bad, Adam Jeremiah Bridger.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He thrust deep.
And she came — laughing and crying out in equal measure as her body celebrated his awaited arrival.
Meanwhile he squeezed his eyes shut and swore a blue streak, interspersing the outpouring of salty language withdon’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
When the waves of pleasure ebbed, she reached up to stroke his tight jaw. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He opened his eyes. “I just didn’t want to do the same.”
“So I heard.”
“I’ve never sworn during sex before.”
“Then that makes me special.”
“Oh, you’re special, all right.” He initiated a lazy rhythm. “And now you get a twofer.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Or better yet, wait. Let’s make it last.”
“I’m in. Well, technicallyyou’rein and I’m?—”
“The most talkative partner I’ve ever had.”
“Which makes me extra special.”
“Yeah.” Leaning down, he kissed her, his pressure light. Meanwhile he changed his angle ever so slightly but kept the same leisurely pace.
So nice, drifting along, her body humming with pleasure in a relaxed, cozy way… no urgency, just… oh, wait… not so cozy now. His kisses were still gentle and his pace had stayed the same.
But she was on fire. She turned her head and gasped out a quickmore.
“More?”
“More!”
“Yes, ma’am.” And he gave her more, his thrusts lifting her off the mattress.
She erupted in seconds and he followed right after, throwing back his head with a shout of triumph.Glorious.
What a revelation to discover she was as sexually responsive as anyone. She’d just been choosing the wrong partners. The day would come when she had to give up making love with Adam. But this was not that day.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Adam left Tracy lying limp, smiling, and sleepy. After disposing of the condom and washing up, he took another one out of the box. Might not need it considering she might be ready to go nite-nite, but better to have one handy.
Sure enough, when he returned she was sawing logs. She’d slid under the top sheet and pulled the comforter over her.
He stood for a moment enjoying the sight of her in his makeshift bed, her flame-red hair splayed across the white pillowcase. If they stuck with the plan, she wouldn’t be here again.
