She heard him groan as her fulfillment rippled through her flesh, binding her to the source of her pleasure. He curved over her, his furious shoves lifting her off the bed. Thump, thump, thump. Her back pounded against the mattress as he took her with merciless force, prolonging her rapture as he sought his own. His formidable body shuddered, and he buried a hoarse shout against her neck as he exploded inside her, melding them with his volcanic heat.
Afterward, he moved them both under the covers. He tucked her into his side as if she’d always belonged there. Safe in her husband’s arms, his thudding heartbeat beneath her ear, she smiled and drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.
23
Something tickled Adam’s nose,making it twitch. His eyelids slowly slid up, and he found his face pressed into a coppery waterfall of silk. Memories of the night returned, and his lips curved. He buried his nose deeper, inhaling the flowery scent of his wife’s hair.
The light seeping in through the curtains suggested it was early yet. He should probably let Gabby rest, especially since, after a short doze last night, they’d had a second round as lusty as the first. Now he was lying on his side, his wife nestled against him like a spoon. His arm was slung around her waist; even in sleep, he’d been reluctant to let her go.
Who could blame him? When a man was married to his lady love who also happened to be a hot little wanton, he’d be a fool not to claim her at every opportunity.
She mumbled something in her slumber, her plush bottom shifting against his morning cockstand and testing his good intentions to allow her to rest. He shuddered as his erection landed in the crack of her arse, nestling between the soft hills. He couldn’t help a slight lunge of his hips.
Ah, God, that felt fine.
Beneath the covers, his hand moved up, cupping one plump breast. He squeezed the firm globe, teasing the budding tip between finger and thumb. She sighed, and he leaned forward, tracing the rim of her ear with his tongue. Her sleepy shiver ratcheted up his lust.
They were on vacation. They could always take a nap later.
Pushing aside the heavy curtain of her hair, he kissed her nape. Her skin flowed like silk beneath his lips as he followed the elegant ladder of her spine, his fingers still playing with her nipple. He felt the instant she came awake, the tiny jolt coinciding with the nip he placed just above the split of her pretty arse. He delved lower, his tongue seeking out her sweet pucker, teasing the secret rim.
“Adam.”
Her scandalized reprimand told him this was new to her. Last night, he’d witnessed her inhibitions unraveling one by one under his command, and he knew this would be no different. While he lived like a gentleman, he had no intention of making love like one. Gabby brought out the uncivilized beast in him: the part of him that wanted to mark every part of her as his.
If her reactions thus far were any indication, she was not only willing buteagerto submit to his darker desires. His need was to dominate, hers to surrender: they fit together like pieces of an erotic puzzle. But…he didn’t have to fall on her like a ravening animal now. They had plenty of time to explore his deeper fantasies and hers. Hell, they had a lifetime.
For now, he could yield to his wife’s modesty.
He slid back up. She relaxed against him, clearly thinking that she was getting her way and he was giving up on his carnal plot. Pushing her top leg forward, he drove his cock into her pussy, adoring her startled little gasp.
“Good morning, love,” he murmured into her ear. “One day, I will have everything I want from you. But for now, I’ll settle for a proper morning fuck.”
This time, she moaned his name.
Even though he’d done little to prepare her, she was still moist and slick from their prior couplings. Primal, visceral satisfaction gripped him as he felt how thoroughly he’d sprayed her with his seed. It made him plow her harder, driving his essence even deeper into her womb. It didn’t take long for her to catch up, and he helped her along, strumming her pearl in time to his vigorous shafting. Her back arched in that telling way, and he turned her head toward him, covering her mouth with his own. He drank her cries of culmination and fed her his own groans of pleasure as he detonated, flooding her again.
He collapsed onto his back, pulling her with him. He tucked her head beneath his chin, and closed his eyes, enjoying the hum of aftermath. “I’ve just found my favorite way to wake up.”
“Me too.”
His lips quirked at the dreamy quality in her voice. “Capital. Since I seem to like schedules so much, we’ll put a morning tup as every day’s top priority.”
“Oh, I wasn’t referring to our lovemaking.”
At that, he cracked his eyes open to look at her.
“Or notjustthat, anyway,” she amended with a gratifying blush.
“Then what were you referring to? What is your favorite way to wake up?”
“In your arms,” she whispered.
“Surely you’ve woken up here before…” When her gaze broke from his, he caught her chin; the shadows in her heavenly blue orbs made him say in disbelief, “Haven’t you?”
The quick shake of her head felt like a punch to his solar plexus.
He forced himself to inhale. “We didn’t sleep together?Ever?Not even on those bleeding Wednesdays?”
