“In my bedroom. Where else would I be?”
“I wasn’t sure.” He headed toward it. “I’ve never done anything like this be—” He came to an abrupt halt, his socks skidding on the polished wood floor.
Tracy sat propped up in bed, the covers shoved to the foot of it. The winter sun had begun to peek into her west-facing bedroom window, bathing the area in a shimmering glow.
He dragged in air. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
“Wow. Thanks.” She flushed, the pink tinge touching her face, her breasts, even her thighs. “I just… I figured you’d be in a hurry.”
“I am. Or I should be.” He shoved the condoms in his jeans pocket and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. “But you’re… perfect. I don’t want to forget how you look right now.”
“You’ve seen me naked before. You should be getting used to it.”
“Maybe I will.” He sucked in air. “But I haven’t yet.” Unfastening his cuffs, he left his shirt partly buttoned and pulled it over his head. “And last time it was firelight. Now you’re in sun. Totally different.” He looked around the room for a place to put his shirt.
“Just drop it.”
“No, ma’am.” He laid it over the back of a rocker in the corner.
“You don’t have to be neat.”
“Tell the truth, Tracy Lorraine. You don’t like slobs.” Grabbing the arm of the rocker, he yanked off both socks and left them on the seat, too.
“You’re not a slob. But we don’t have much time, so?—”
“A leopard can’t change his spots.” He shucked off his jeans and briefs. “I’m not throwing my clothes on your floor.” Taking both condoms out of a front pocket, he draped the jeans over the rocker. “And you wouldn’t like it if I did.”
“It’s not important.” Her eyes darkened as he approached. “I’ll gladly put up with clothes on the floor if that means I’ll be making love with you.”
Tossing the condoms on the bedside table, he ripped one open. “Don’t start compromising, Trace.” Sheathing himself, he paused, drinking in the glorious sight of her body quivering with eagerness. “You’re incredible. Don’t settle for anything but the best.”
“I won’t.” Sliding down, she took a deep breath. “And neither should you.”
“I know.” He stopped short of promising. As he moved over her, as he sank gratefully into her warmth, he accepted the truth. She was the best. And he’d already made a promise to let her go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Tracy held Adam’s gaze as he loved her with slow, deliberate strokes. She followed his lead, rising to meet him, her breathing steady. She had no experience with quickies, but she’d imagined something much more frantic.
Not that she was complaining. The glow in his eyes coupled with the clear intent in his movements promised that she was about to have a very good time. He would see to it.
Leaning down, he nibbled on her lips. “I could get used to this.” His soft murmur added to the delicious intimacy.
“That’s the idea.”
“Didn’t mean it like that.” Braced on his forearms, he continued the easy pace as he dropped feathery kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. “Making love to you in daylight is awesome.”
She opened her eyes and drank in the warmth in his eyes, the curve of his tender smile. “Yeah?” It was all she could manage. His subtle lovemaking was sneakily effective, unraveling her control. He seemed to be holding onto his.
“Yeah.” He took a ragged breath.
Maybe he wasn’t as calm as he appeared. “I…like it…too.” More than she should.
“I’m glad.” The husky note in his voice gave him away.
Wrapping her legs around his, she snugged up the connection.
Heat flared in his eyes. “Ahh, Trace. You’re… getting… to me.”
