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  Hot breath puffed against my neck as Adam continued caressing down my body, languidly scorching my skin, and making me whimper as he drew closer to the button on my jeans. I wanted him to touch me more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life, and as he teased me, dipping his fingers inside the waistband, I shuddered with anticipation.

  “Jesus,” he hissed, as my hand ran down the front of his jeans to feel the bulge growing beneath my palm. His mouth was on mine, his hands tangled in my hair holding me close. His erection grew as he pushed his hips into me, and I ran my hands down his back until they took hold of his ass and pulled him harder against me. He moaned deep in his throat, then grabbed my hip, running his hand down my thigh and lifting it until my leg hooked around him. I tore at his sweater, tugging it over his head and discarding it on the floor. My top was next as Adam roughly yanked it off and tossed it down to add to the pile.

  “Do you want to stay here?” he asked breathlessly, unhooking my bra and sliding the straps down my arms. “Decide now before we end up on the floor.”

  As much as I wanted to be spontaneous, I also wanted our first time to be comfortable. Taking his hand, I led him into the bedroom, flicking on the bedside lamp so I could see him. No more sex in the dark—I wanted all my senses aroused, and seeing Adam’s naked body was a sight I would never grow tired of.

  Backing away from him, I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. Adam followed my lead, quickly dropping his jeans, then his boxers, to the floor, allowing his erection to spring free from the constraint of his clothing. I went to drop my red lace panties, the final piece of clothing standing between the two of us, being completely vulnerable.

  “Leave them on, for now,” Adam instructed as he approached. “I want to take them off you.”

  Pulling back the quilt, I climbed into bed, unable to take my eyes from Adam’s amazing body. He was all lean muscle, perfectly built, like a beautiful work of art.

  “‘I wish I could paint,” I told him, my eyes taking in every muscle. “I would paint you just like that.”

  He smiled, wrapping his hand around his hard-on. “You want a picture of this?” As his hand ran slowly up and down his length, my body reacted in a way it had never done before. Just watching him touch himself was possibly the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced.

  “Do you like watching?” he asked with a wicked smile as he knelt on the bed. “I’d like to watch you get yourself off, but not tonight. Tonight I’m going to do it.”

  Lying down beside me, his lips once again found mine as his hand slid down over my abdomen and inside my panties. I held his hand, pushing it harder against me so the palm rubbed as I bucked beneath it. I was so wet, so ready for Adam as he slipped first one finger and then two inside me, massaging my sweet spot until I was writhing from his touch.

  “Fuck you’re beautiful, Evie.” He sighed, kissing and nibbling his way down my neck to my chest. “I’ve wanted you from the first day I saw you.”

  “I wanted you too,” I panted as the pressure from his hand built and my legs began to tremble. “I want you now.”

  “You’ve got me.”

  Turning my head, I managed to focus on his face. His eyes bore into me, black pools watching my expression as I crept toward the edge with every rub and swirl from his fingers. Reaching down between us, I slid my hand over the smooth ridges of Adam’s abdomen until I felt coarse hair between my fingers. He was so hard as I gripped his length, stroking the smooth skin and making him twitch in my hand.

  He kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip as his hips matched the rhythm of my hand movement, stroking slowly at first, but increasing until Adam was panting. Pulling away, his heated gaze met mine as his fingers dipped deeper and deeper inside me.

  “I’m going to make you come three times tonight, and I’m going to watch your face each time, because it’s the most beautiful thing to see.”

  The intensity increased and my body trembled as I clutched at the sheet beneath me. Leaning forward, Adam sucked on my erect nipple, drawing it into his mouth until I whimpered, fisting his hair to hold his head in place.

  “The first time you come will be like this,” he husked as he changed breasts, licking around my delicate flesh. His thumb came into play, circling my sensitive clit, and my body writhed from his touch, my breath catching as a throaty moan escaped me.

  The pressure from his hand and mouth increased and I lost it, arching my back as my eyes squeezed tightly closed and a low groan rumbled in my throat.

  He kissed my sweaty brow, allowing me a few moments to catch my breath. “The second time you’re no stranger to.” His wet fingers rose to his lips and he sucked them longingly. “You taste so good.”

  Before I could fully come down from the orgasmic high, he was kissing down my body, occasionally stopping to lick or nip. When he finally reached what seemed to be his favorite location, between my thighs, he sat back on his heels and took hold of the thin sides of my red lace panties.

  “It’s like unwrapping the birthday present you’ve been wanting your entire life.”

  As Adam tossed my panties over his shoulder, I giggled and wriggled my hips to get comfortable. I knew what was coming, and I anxiously waited for that first slow swipe of his tongue to send a shiver through my body as it always did. It was absolute, unequaled pleasure that I found myself fantasizing about and reliving any time I let my mind wander.

  Adam knew I was on pins and needles waiting, my fingers gripping his hair trying to not so subtly guide his head to where I wanted it.

  “Is this what you want, Evie?” He lightly kissed my inner thigh, then licked the sensitive skin before blowing along the wetness, giving me goose bumps.

  “Well that’s a start,” I said breathlessly.

  “Or this?” He latched on to my thigh on the other side, sucking so hard I was sure there would be a mark there for days.

  My body had a mind of its own as my hips wriggled.

  “You keep wiggling your pussy in my face, and I’m going to have to bite it.”

  Our eyes locked as he waited for my next move. He didn’t have to wait for long. My hips moved again, inching forward, and he gave me a sexy wink before burying his face. With arms hooked around my hips, he pulled me hard onto his mouth and I bucked shamelessly against him, riding the motion of his tongue as it circled my sensitive flesh, and he sucked it in between his lips.

  Crying out, I gripped Adam’s hair tighter, then, worried I would hurt him, I let go and clutched behind my head at the headboard and pillow instead. He kept going, pushing my thighs wider, his moans of pleasure joining my own. He pulled himself closer into me and I dug my fingernails into the pillow, my breathing out of control as my body once again began to tremble. Between my moans and whimpering, and being unable to stay still, I rode that orgasm as Adam worked his magic until every muscle was quivering like jelly.

  Taking several deep breaths, I opened my eyes to find Adam’s crooked grin only inches away. He kissed my nose lightly, brushing the unruly hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear.

  “Keep your eyes open next time, okay?” he told me.

  I nodded. I would have done anything for him at that moment. He could have asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have gladly traipsed up there and leapt off, if it would have made him happy.

  He smirked. “Are you good?”

  Nodding again, I tried to calm my breathing enough to speak. “Yeah…good,” I puffed.

  Kneeling up, Adam reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a little square wrapper. I watched eagerly as he tore it open, then rolled the condom on.

  “God, that’s hot.” I sighed. I’d never seen anyone do that before, so I didn’t know if what Adam was doing was standard practice. But the way he slowly slid his hand down as the condom unrolled had my heart pumping again. “Do they come in different sizes?”

  “Yep,” he said as he lay back down between my legs.

  “I reckon you bought the wrong
size. It’s too small.”

  He chuckled. “Thank you for the ego boost, baby, but it’s fine.”

  We kissed. It was slow, passionate, as if we had all the time in the world. Running my hands through Adam’s hair, I pulled it back from his face, as his hand ran down my side and grasped my hip. His hard length pressed against me, and I tried to maneuver until he was lined up perfectly, but he kept moving. Grabbing his ass, I leveraged myself up against him, wrapping my leg around his waist.

  “Let me calm down a bit, Evie,” he murmured in between kisses. “I almost lose it every time you come on my face.”

  I moaned, looking deep into Adam’s eyes. “I can’t believe you just said that.” My chest was heaving again as I pulled his butt closer and wrapped both legs around him. “Now…please.”

  In one smooth action, he was aligned and pushing into me slowly…painfully slowly. Lifting my hips from the bed, I pulled him to me once more. He groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, my fingers tangled in his hair, I held him still for a moment, relishing the weight of his body on mine, the feel of him inside me, and his hot breath on my neck.

  Then, with deliberate thrusts, he started to move. It was heaven. The way his muscles worked, rippling through his body as he rocked his hips back and forth, had my breath coming out in short bursts. I raked my nails down his back, and a groan rumbled in his throat before his efforts increased as he pushed harder and deeper into me. He held his weight on one forearm as the other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close, every subtle movement making my body tremble.

  But it was his eyes that held me captive. Locked with mine, I saw the pleasure pass over his face every time he buried himself inside me. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his as I fell deeper into the blackness of his eyes, his breath fanning my cheek in between sweet, gentle kisses.

  As we picked up the pace, Adam grabbed hold of the edge of the mattress for leverage and I braced myself against the headboard. Our bodies writhed in unison, the intensity driving both of us closer. We were a mass of tangled limbs as we worked together. He could tell from the slightest sound what I liked, and I knew from his face and the way he bit his bottom lip when he was close. Fighting the instinct to close my eyes, I forced them to stay open and watched his face as he gazed down at me, his jaw set as he was determined to not come until I was ready.

  But I was so ready. As Adam swirled his hips, I let go for the third time that night. He held me tight as his movements became stilted and he finally relaxed on top of me as we both tried to catch our breaths.

  Closing my eyes, I allowed my heart rate to settle as I floated back down from the euphoric high. When I opened them again, Adam was watching me, his gaze taking in every detail. He rolled off, lying flat on his back as the rise and fall of his chest began to slow. I rolled to face him and he mirrored my position.

  “The bow of your lips is…perfect.” I ran my fingertips over his mouth and he kissed each one lightly. “You’re perfect.”

  “Come here.” He pulled me into him until we were snuggled together, my head resting on his chest.

  “Your heart sounds like it’s tap dancin’ in your chest.” I tapped out the haphazard beat with my fingers.

  He stilled my hand, holding it in his. “It must be because you’re so close. You make my heart skip a beat.”

  My inner vixen had been released and I couldn’t get enough of Adam. Sitting by the window, watching him paint my portrait had my hormones going into overdrive, as I recalled our most recent all-night session. I had convinced him that if I had to be naked with just a sheet draped strategically over my lap, then it was only fair that he painted in the nude. Of course it didn’t take a great deal of convincing, and it did give me a distraction to help the time go faster. Once the light had passed and I became fidgety, Adam put down his tools and swept me up into his arms, carrying me back over to the bed.

  I still hadn’t finished the book, but it seemed less and less important as we spent leisurely days entwined together. We also hadn’t been going for our morning swim; the weather had peaked at its coldest, and most mornings were drizzling or snowing.

  Waking to the sun streaming in had become a rare occurrence, so on one particular morning when the sky was clear, Adam decided to renew his health kick and venture out. Max wasn’t keen. He poked his head out the door and turned back into his warm bed, but Adam called him outside repeatedly until he reluctantly obeyed.

  Sitting in my little spot by the window, I watched Adam and Max start their morning with a brisk run along the sand. I could watch Adam for hours—taking in every detail of his face and the stubble that was quickly growing back into a beard. His body was perfection in my eyes, and one of my favorite things to do was shower with him so I could slide my soapy hands all over his lean muscles.

  They ran to the lighthouse rocks and back before stripping off for a quick dip in the icy water. Adam had pouted when I’d refused to join him, but there was no way I was going out there and catching pneumonia. As Adam ran back up the beach fifteen minutes later, he was shivering, his lips blue. He huddled in a ball, his towel pulled tightly around him as he tried to get warm.

  Throwing on the first clothes I could find on the floor, I raced outside with the quilt from the bed and draped it over him. He was frozen, his body trembling, his skin covered in goose bumps. I ushered him inside and straight into the bathroom where I ran a warm shower, slowly increasing the temperature until it was hot and he had thawed out.

  “Please don’t do that again, Sugar. I don’t wanna have to call your family to tell ’em you’ve died from hypothermia.”

  He looked at me sheepishly. “Okay, no more morning swims. I promise.”

  But it was too late. As Adam tried to paint and go about his normal routine while I finished off my manuscript, his eyes were clouding over, and he was lethargic.

  “Why don’t ya have a rest, babe?” I suggested when he slumped onto the sofa, his muscles weak and aching.

  Shaking his head, he dragged himself up and back into the bedroom. “I want to do a bit more on your portrait.”

  Removing my glasses, I rubbed my eyes while debating what to do. When Charles had been sick, he had been such a big baby, always wanting to be taken care of. Finally, I decided to talk Adam into having a sleep. He needed rest if he was going to get better.

  “Hey, babe, why don’t you…”

  He wasn’t painting. He was on the floor, slumped against the wall with his head in hands.

  “Oh my God, Adam, are you okay?” I knew it was a silly question. Of course he wasn’t okay—he was sick and getting sicker by the minute. Rushing over to sit on the floor beside him, I stroked his arm.

  “I’m fine, Evie, just got a bit dizzy, that’s all.” He patted my hand, then went to stand, faltered, and ended up back on the floor.

  “Lemme help you.” Standing, I reached down to take his hands and help him up.

  “I said I’m fine. I can get up by myself,” he grumbled.

  Well that was out of character, but then some people did get grumpy when they were sick.

  “I reckon you should lie down, have a little nap.”

  He glared at me, and I took a step back. I hadn’t seen this side of Adam before, and to be honest, I didn’t like it. Charles had been almost childlike when he was ill, wanting me to mother him. I wasn’t used to being pushed away when I was only trying to help.

  “Sorry,” he said, unconvincingly. “I might go back to my house. I don’t want you to catch whatever this is.”

  Managing to stand after quite a bit of effort, he left without so much as a goodbye.

  “I’ll come check on you later, then,” I called after him.

  He waved his hand in the air in acknowledgement, but didn’t bother to turn around.

  I left him to rest, but he was always in the back of my mind. Finally when I couldn’t concentrate on writing because I was too worried about Adam, I threw on my coat a
nd went to visit.

  He looked terrible when he opened the door, and although the house was hot with the fire blazing and the heating turned up high, he was wrapped in a blanket and shivering.

  “Oh, Sugar, you’ve got a bad dose of the flu.” I led him over to the sofa, which was surrounded by discarded tissues, and tucked the blanket around him. “Can I get you some soup? Why don’t I go to the drugstore and get you some flu medicine?”

  He shook his head. “I’m fine.”

  I sat beside him, placing my hand on his clammy forehead. “You’re burnin’ up. I can get you somethin’ for that. It won’t take long.”

  “I said I’m fine,” he snapped.

  “You ain’t fine, Adam. You’re sick as a dog. Lemme help you.” I fluffed the blanket again, trying to make him more comfortable. “I’ll go get you some medicine. I’ll be right back.”

  “I’m not an invalid, Evie. I don’t need you fussing. Just leave me be. Go write something and let me rest.”

  “Really, Adam, I don’t mind a bit. I can see how sick you are.” I stood, pulling my coat tighter around me as I prepared to go back out into the cold. I knew some men liked to put on a brave face but they were all little boys at heart. Once I came back with supplies, he’d be thanking me for not taking no for an answer.

  “I said leave me alone, Evie. I don’t need your help. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

  I stood frozen to the spot, uncertain what to do next. Was he really pushing me away, refusing my help? “Are you sure?” I asked, needing clarification one last time. If he showed any hint that this was some macho act, I’d be running straight down to the drugstore for him.

  “Humph,” he grunted. “Please go.”

  So this was it. He didn’t want me around. “If you need anythin’—”

  “I don’t need anything,” he barked, and I balked, shocked by his aggression.

  Trudging back over to the house, I mumbled under my breath the entire time. “Ungrateful idiot. Probably ain’t even that sick. He’s just got man-flu.”