He released her nipple in an instant. Gently grasping her wrists, he lowered her arms to her sides, the corner of his mouth lifting, giving her his usual seductive smile. “Your responses are delicious, Aimee. But I want you to stay just like that. Arms down. For now, the only touching I want is my mouth to your breast. I’ve waited so damned long to have you. I’m going to savor you.”
He dipped his head and sucked the sensitized nipple back into his hot mouth. A whimper shot up her throat. If she thought he was extraordinarily talented with his hands, he was even more so with his mouth. He had her digging her fingers into the wall, practically clawing at it as he lightly bit and laved and suckled her. Each perfect pull of his mouth made her clit throb.
Adam turned to her other breast and assailed it with the same sweet torment.
He loved it that she couldn’t stop the erotic rocking of her hips. That she couldn’t take her eyes off him, utterly enthralled as she watched his mouth on her breast. Her reactions were unrestrained and so sensual. She was even more luscious than he’d imagined.
This was far better than anything he’d imagined in his wildest dreams. Nothing compared to actually tasting and touching this woman. The very woman who’d invaded too many of his dreams and waking thoughts.
His heart pounded against his ribs.
He was really going to have Aimee de Miran. This was no dream. It was real.
His golden-eyed siren was before him and his for the taking.
The mere notion made his cock thicker and harder. Made the tip of his prick ooze. His sac was so full, it ached.
“Please . . . Adam . . .”
Jésus-Christ. Every time she said his name, a jolt of lust shot through him.
Releasing her pebbled teat from his mouth, he pulled back to admire the pretty bud.
“Please what, Aimee?” He pinched her nipple, enjoying the sensuous mewl she made.
“I can’t . . . take any more.” She was visibly trembling against the wall.
“Tell me what you want. Let me hear it.” He’d waited forever for the words. For this moment. For her.
“I want . . . to kiss you . . . and . . . to touch you, Adam.”
That wasn’t exactly what he expected to hear, but then just about anything from her mouth sent him up in flames. Dieu, she was as endearing as she was arousing.
“Come here and do it, then,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
She pushed herself off the wall and stepped close. Her soft hands cupped his face and she pressed her warm mouth to his.
Adam parted his lips, a silent demand for her to slip her tongue inside his mouth. She complied in an instant, lavishing his tongue with soft swirling caresses, a kiss that was so tender it leveled him. At the height of passion, when the fire burned this hot, he hadn’t anticipated being at the receiving end of anything this gentle.
His groin tightened as did his heart.
He was suddenly flooded with soft emotions he didn’t ordinarily experience during sex.
Unsettled, he pulled her to him, her soft breasts colliding against his chest, intent on keeping this on familiar ground. The way he preferred it—sex that was raw and recreational. Without emotions involved. Love was for poets. He was a man of science. He was governed by logic. Reason. He wasn’t ruled by emotion. He didn’t fall in love. He fell in and out of lust.
A sultry sound escaped her. She slipped an arm around his neck while her other hand still cupped his cheek, and she began caressing the side of his face with the softest strokes.
He pushed her up against the wall and took charge of the kiss, his tongue possessing her mouth as his hands busied themselves with the fastenings on her clothing. Forget savoring. He was moving straight to fucking. He had to sate this unfed hunger—once and for all. To silence the maddening ways she made him feel.
His practiced hands discarded her clothing and had her quickly down to her chemise.
Removing the knee-length garment off her, he swept her up in his arms and, walking up to the bed, dropped her in the middle of it. She landed with her legs sprawled. Her breasts gave a luscious little jiggle.
Having stripped off her garments, all he’d left on her were her drawers. On her back, her pretty tits rising and falling with her rapid breaths, she watched him intently. Adam grabbed the ties at her waist, pulled them loose, and yanked the drawers off. His breath lodged in his throat.
She had mouthwatering curves, the softest-looking skin, and the most adorable belly he’d ever seen. She was beyond beautiful. She was perfection.
Better than any man had a right to.
“Spread your legs wider.” His impatience to have her showing in his tone. His words came out sharper than he intended.
His breaths dragging in and out of his lungs, he watched as she did what he asked. There, on the inside of her right thigh and on her left hip were the beauty marks he’d heard about.
They were even prettier than he’d pictured.
Adam tossed off his bath linen and sank his knees into the mattress between her opened thighs, his cock throbbing and eager. Her glistening sex now had his rapt attention. He’d intended on savoring that sweet sex until she came against his mouth, but he had to bury his cock inside her. Or lose his mind.
And yet, with urgency pounding in his veins, with his cock hard and heavy, he couldn’t resist a small sampling of her sex. Especially that edible little clit, so swollen with need. A delectable offering he simply couldn’t deny himself. He lowered his mouth onto the sensitive bud and gave it a light suck, sending her arching off the bed with a cry. With a soft teasing lick along her folds and over her clit, he straightened and was back to kneeling between those gorgeous legs. Her taste on his tongue spiked his hunger.
Heavily panting, she held his gaze.
“You’re delicious, Aimee. There will be more of that next time. Right now, I’m going to fuck you,” he said.
She sat up. Before he knew what she was about, her hand was clasped around the base of his shaft and she’d sucked the head of his cock into her hot wet mouth. A growl shot out of him, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as she milked a dollop of pre-come out of his prick and into her mouth. Slowly, she drew him back out, licked the tip and then her lips, leaving his cock throbbing harder, rioting for more.
Rising up onto her knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re delicious,” she whispered near his mouth. “There will be more of that next time. Right now, I want you to . . . to . . . fuck me, Adam.”
Merde. If he could smile, he would. There weren’t a lot of women who could turn the tables on him. And in such a delicious way.
He should have known bright and beautiful Aimee would be different.
One simple suck from her mouth left him shaky.
She leaned in and Adam knew she was about to deliver another of her heart-stirring, mind-bending kisses.
He had her down on her back on the bed in an instant, his body covering hers, making her squeak in surprise. Staring into her eyes, he took her wrists and slowly raised her arms above her head, pinning them there. Her eyes widened, but she did not fight him.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he warned, his knees spreading her legs wide. He had six years of pent-up hunger to purge.
She shivered. “I don’t care.”
“I’m going to take you fast and hard. Then, I’m going to have you again and ride you slow and deep.” He brushed his mouth along her jaw and down her throat. She was so silky soft everywhere. Having her naked and against him was indescribable bliss. Still holding her wrists pinned to the mattress, he said. “You’re going to come for me all afternoon and night.”
She was panting and squirming, impatient, but his body held her relatively still. “Yes. I want that . . . I want . . .Oh!”
He firmly jabbed his engorged prick against her opening, intentionally making her gasp. “What do you want, Aimee?” The urge to drive his cock into her wet heat was near overwhelming.
“I want
your beautiful . . . c-cock.” It was adorable how she stumbled over the more indelicate words each time, telling him this wasn’t normal bedroom talk for her. Clearly, she hadn’t done this with Marc, and that pleased him, more than he’d ever admit.
Adam thrust the crest of his cock inside her and froze, a guttural groan rumbling out of him. Hot silk was clenched around him. She was tight. So gloriously tight. His heart hammered wildly against his ribs. He had to bury his entire length in her. Right now! Retreating slightly, he drove into the most heavenly cunt he’d ever known. She cried out and arched, sucking him in a fraction deeper.
Adam wanted to howl with bliss.
He had his siren nailed to the mattress, his shaft buried to the hilt. His mind, body, and soul reveled. At last . . . she was his. And she felt incredible; her snug grip on him was nothing short of spine-melting pleasure.
All the years he’d hungered for her was worth this. She was worth the wait.
Their chests heaved as he stared down at her lovely face. Her eyes were shut. Her head was turned, her quickened breaths warming his arm. A single tear slipped out the corner of her eye.
“Are you all right?” he croaked out.
She met his gaze. “Yes . . . You feel so good inside me.” Those words and the sweet way she’d uttered them constricted his heart. “Please, Adam, let me touch you . . .”
Her kiss and touch had a potent effect on him. His every instinct warned him not to release his hold on her wrists, to maintain a level of distance, to keep this more sexual than personal, but the next thing he knew, he’d let go and she was drawing her arms around him, then her legs, her heels digging deliciously into the small of his back.
And nothing, nothing in his life had ever felt better than having Aimee wrapped around him, her warm soft hands moving over his shoulders. Caressing his back. Pressing hot kisses along his neck. He closed his eyes, basking in the sensations. In her.
“I want to come for you, Adam,” she whispered against his skin, sending a fresh wave of lust slamming into him.
He swore. Then reared and plunged, reared and plunged, quickly picking up the pace, driving his cock into the softness of her sex, deep and hard, fucking her with all his strength. She was going to come for him, all right. She was going to come on his cock. Harder than she’d ever come in her life. For every plunge and drag, the friction stunning. It seemed every sensation was intensified with her. He knew he was headed toward his own powerful release.
Adam caught her face between his hands and claimed her mouth in a ravenous kiss as he continued ramming her, enjoying the mews she made against his mouth with each deep thrust. His mind no longer ruled his body. He was completely engulfed in the unsated desire he had for her. She tried rocking her hips, but she was pinned under him, unable to do more than take his solid thrusts.
A bead of sweat rolled down his back. He was reeling in the moment. He wasn’t just fucking a woman. This was the woman. His golden-eyed temptress. His angel and tormentor. Possessing her. Claiming her. Her body surrendering to him.
Her slick walls clenched down around him, sending a wicked jolt through him. Stealing his breath away. She was about to fly over the edge. His semen surged in his sac.
The urge to spend was almost more than he could take. He’d never had to fight so hard to control his climax the way he had to with her. “Give me what I want, chère. Come for me.”
Her body stiffened. Her slick walls tightened. Then she screamed, her feminine muscles contracting along his plunging length, snatching a groan from his throat.
He was shaking, thrusting, holding on to the load of come he was dying to discharge, just so he could ride her longer. Not wanting to leave her sweet form. Not wanting it to end.
His control frayed until it finally snapped. Hot come came barreling down his cock. He reared just as semen spewed out of him and onto her belly. He threw back his head and roared her name, gripped by the paralyzing pleasure flooding through him. Come drained from his prick in forceful blasts until at last he’d emptied his cock, leaving his muscles weak and his blood humming in ecstasy.
He met her gaze, his breathing as labored as hers. She looked just as shaken by the intensity of their release as he was. Adam collapsed onto his side, beside his golden-eyed beauty, and snagging the first article of clothing he touched, her drawers, he swiped her belly and then his cock clean. And tossed it. The languor and tranquility pervading his body were sublime.
Quickly she turned her face away from him and swiped her cheek.
His brow furrowed, he propped himself on his elbow, slipped his fingers beneath her chin, and turned her face toward him. Tears glistened in her golden eyes.
Clearly, she noted the questioning look on his face. She smiled and said, “I’m sorry,” looking embarrassed. “I’m not usually like this—emotional, that is, after . . . after—”
“Sex?”
“Yes. I seem to keep doing this with you. Not very sophisticated of me, is it?” Her cheeks pink, she was adorably flustered. “I’ve never done this sort of thing—had a lover—and I’ve never done what we did last night ever before . . .”
Adam smiled, leaned in, and gave her a long slow kiss.
“There’s no need to apologize.” He knew she wasn’t the sort of woman who wept easily. In fact, Marc had once stated that he’d never seen his wife cry. And he gave her plenty to cry about. Tears were something she’d obviously hidden from her husband and yet, last night and again today in Adam’s arms, her social mask had fallen away. This was the third time he’d moved her to tears.
There was something about seeing them in her eyes, on her cheeks, that he found deeply touching.
“You are . . . you’re a tad overwhelming . . .” Her sweet smile returned. “You’re no doubt used to women who are more urbane in the boudoir.”
Under no circumstances was he going to venture there. Knowing Aimee considered him no less a womanizer than Marc had been, the subject of Adam’s former paramours was the very last thing he’d discuss with her. He wasn’t about to make any apologies or excuses for his past.
Unlike Marc, he’d never had a wife.
“Now that we’re done . . . I—I suppose I should go.” She sat up.
Adam caught her around the waist before she could get any farther and pulled her back down beside him.
“We are not done, and no, you should not go. Are you forgetting the part about coming for me the rest of the afternoon and night?” he gently reminded.
Her delicate brows lifted. “I didn’t think you meant it.”
Adam slid his body on top of hers, his cock already stiffening against her belly. “Does it feel as though I don’t mean it?” He saw a fresh flare of arousal in her eyes. Dieu, he loved how responsive she was. His beautiful passionate Aimee. “I haven’t said anything to you that I haven’t meant.”
He didn’t lie to women. Never made promises he didn’t intend to keep. Or false declarations of affection just to entice a woman into bed.
He liked sex to be uncomplicated.
For him sex was about mutual pleasure in the moment—without emotional entanglement or the expectation of exclusivity for either party. That’s how it had been with every woman he’d ever bedded.
And then there was Aimee. His fantasy come to life.
Adam kissed her again, slipping his tongue inside her mouth the moment she parted her lips. He delighted in her soft sighs and in the mounting heat sweeping through them.
Having taken the edge off his lust, he was now in better control of himself.
Just as he preferred it.
Adam rolled with her onto his back, pulling her soft form on top of him. He pressed his palm to the nape of her elegant neck and splayed his other hand on her lower back. Holding her, he luxuriated in the feel of her body against him, her taste, the warmth of her skin, letting his fingers graze along the seam of her derrière. A soft moan escaped her, and with a little wiggle, she spread her legs, allowing him to dip his fingers into the wet
folds of her sex. Lightly he petted her, gently working the sensitive flesh, making her moan louder.
Though his cock was hard and desire burned in his blood, he felt as though someone had poured warm nectar over his insides. Maddeningly, lust and soft sentiment had melded. Unable to separate the two. Of all the times he’d imagined what he’d feel like after having had her, he never imagined this. Never counted on this.
He wanted—needed—exclusivity with Aimee. At least until this spell he was under was broken. And the novelty wore off.
6
Aimee rushed toward the gardens the next morning.
Louise was frantically looking for her.
When last they parted, it was yesterday afternoon and Aimee was on her way to search Adam’s private apartments. Almost a day later, Louise hadn’t seen or heard from Aimee. She didn’t blame her for being concerned, but she couldn’t send any sort of message while she’d been with Adam. Upon entering her rooms not thirty minutes ago, one of her maids had notified her that Louise had spent the night waiting for Aimee in her bedchamber. By morning, Louise had left in search of her.
Entering the Hall of Mirrors, Aimee moved along the long empty corridor and slipped out the doors leading to the vast palace gardens. Standing outside, she scanned the immediate crowd milling about and then beyond, courtiers stretching past the Petit Parc and into the Grand Parc. There was no music in the air, indicating that the King was elsewhere, his court left to amuse itself. The massive size of the gardens—manicured lawns, groves, and avenues as far as the eye could see—was going to make locating Louise a challenge, if she was here at all.
Aimee prayed Louise hadn’t done anything so foolish as to venture toward Adam’s apartments in search of her.
Stepping down the stone steps, she caught a glimpse of her cousin in the distance the moment the crowd to her right shifted. Relief flooded through her. Fisting her skirts, she moved briskly in Louise’s direction. It was obvious she was speaking to someone, but there were too many people in between them for Aimee to tell whom.
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