Page 43 of Adam’s Obsession

She was killing him.

But in the nicest way.

Finally he grasped her hips and held her still. He met hereyes and asked her once more—a final time—with desperate finality. “Tell me.”

He wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear about her previouspartners, wasn’t sure he should want to know about them but he couldn’tdeny the dire need to learn about her past. Her sexual past. Hell, her romanticpast. And what kind of idiot was he to demand such answers now. Now. ForChrist’s sake, so close to utter bliss?

She leaned forward and pressed her magnificent breastsagainst his chest and kissed him gently. She was warm, slightly damp from herexertions. He loved the feel of her skin against his, the weight of her body,the taste of her breath. She flexed her internal muscles making him whimper, andshe whispered, “It was nothing like this. Never.”

“How many?” Why did he want to know? What was he, a sadist?But he did want to know. Needed to know. Desperately.

She bent her head and took his nipple into her mouth. Shesuckled him gently, let him go with a loud pop. “There were three but the lastone doesn’t count.” She tried to move against him, to distract him perhaps, buthe held her immobile. He wanted his answers and then she could return toher—their—play.

“Why doesn’t he count?”

“It was only once,” she answered shortly.

He suspected there was more. “And?” She glanced away and hesensed he was losing her, so he stroked her nipples, making soft circles aroundthem until she met his gaze. Then he pinched. Gently, but it was a clearmessage.

She drew in a breath—he knew she’d liked the pinch becausehe’d felt it resound through her body. And his.

“And?”

“And he laughed at me.” She said it softly, a mere breath,but he heard it and it scored his soul.

He pulled her down and pressed his lips against hers.“Idiot.” He was an idiot, that pathetic one-timer.

“I asked him to…do something. And he laughed at me.”

“I hope you kicked him to the curb.” Adam studied herexpression. He was relieved to see her smile at his intensity. “What did youwant him to do?”

She jerked back. A wall loomed up between them, which wasodd because they were still joined. He was hard inside her. He could feel herevery breath around his cock.

“Katherine.” He tugged her back into his embrace. “Kat, youdon’t have to tell me. But you have to understand, I would never laugh at you.I would certainly never deny you anything.” He’d do anything for her. He would.

What a frightening thought.

He stroked her as he spoke to her, a calming, seductivetouch. “Surely you see, what we have goes far deeper than what you had withDumbshit?”

She chuckled, sending reverberations throughout his body.“Dumbshit?”

“Yeah. That’s his new name.”

She laughed again and sat up, reenergized and returning totask. “All right.” She moved her hips, a lurid, agonizing rhythm. Up, down,around and squeeze. Up, down, around and squeeze. By the third gyration, Adamwas panting and mindless again.

He hissed as she increased her tempo.

“Do you want to know what I asked for?” She was punishinghim in Dumbshit’s place, lashing at him with hair and cunt, pinching hisnipples and nipping at his neck. She was punishing him for another man’s sinsand he couldn’t have been happier. “Do you?”

“Yes,” he growled, grasping her hips and forcing a fasterpace. Faster, deeper, wilder, she rode.

“I asked him…” She snarled her passion as she took herselfhigher and higher. Her breath came in hot, hard, rhythmic pants.

Adam fixated on the vision of her breasts bobbing beforehim. God. She was glorious. He rubbed her nipple with his palm. Then both. Whenshe looked at him with a certain pleading expression in her eyes, he knew whatshe wanted, what she was too shy to ask for. And he complied.

He tugged her nipple, squeezed, pinched. She cried out. Awash of dampness bathed his cock and he surged up into her. She grabbed hisshoulder, his hair and clenched for a better hold on him. Her fingers dug intohis flesh. He loved it.

“Tell me,” he demanded, although he already knew. His bodyhummed with excitement, anticipation.