“That’s a worthy enough dream,” he murmured. “But there’s got to be something deep inside—something you’ve always wished to do or see.”
“Thanks to you I think I can cross a couple things off the list I never even knew I had.”
He turned his head and looked at me. “That trip to Europe should hardly count. You deserve to go back, to enjoy it like it should be enjoyed.”
I sighed. “Maybe I’ll do that.”
“So what other things have I helped you with?”
“Hmm. Flying first-class. Swimming with dolphins. Spending a day on a gazillion-foot yacht…” I took a deep breath. “Experiencing the most amazing kiss ever.”
He was still watching me, and in the dim light I could tell he was smiling. But if he made a sarcastic remark right now, I knew I would die of humiliation. I was still reeling from the fact that I’d even put that out there. He cleared his throat. “What a coincidence,” he breathed. “I had that one on my list, too.”
I turned my head to look at him. “Had?”
“Yes. But I can cross it off now, too.” He rolled onto his side toward me, watching me still. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to do what I always do.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
He ran his finger along my jawline before tracing the outline of my lips. His touch burned hot and cold and my lips shivered.
“I always try to top my own personal best,” he said quietly.
When he leaned over and kissed me, it was with the force of all the suppressed tension between us the entire day. That talk in the Jacuzzi had brought us closer together and that shower had ensured that both of us had our motors revved and ready to go by the time he first kissed me.
He rolled on top of me, pressing me into the cushion. His hands and mouth were everywhere. And he was going fast, unbuttoning my shirt, and reaching inside. I shivered and he stopped only to reach for one of the blankets to cover us.
He immediately went to my fly and unbuttoned it, reaching inside. I tipped my head back, gasping at the sudden, but not unwelcome, invasion. He knew how hot and wet I was, murmuring heated words about how I was ready. He tugged my jeans off my hips and I lifted them while he pulled them off, tossing them and my panties aside.
“Emilia, you are driving me insane,” he said as he pressed his body to mine again. My hands flew up to unbutton his shirt and pull it open. He immediately pressed his bare chest to mine and we both sighed in unison. The feeling was exquisite—his hard, male body pushing against my breasts, the desperate need between my legs.
“Adam, I want you.”
And he kissed me, his movements growing more urgent, if that was possible.
His head traveled down to my nipples, suckling each in turn while I arched my back to meet him, my body burning hotter with each passing minute. Then he kissed his way down my belly, across my navel. And lower.
His head was between my legs and he nudged them open as he traced his hot tongue and mouth up the insides of my thighs. Every part of me began to throb in time with my own urgent heartbeat. I knew what was coming next.
Adam was about to go down on me. Suddenly I tensed at the thought of him so close to one of my most intimate places—I didn’t think I would have baggage about this, since this had nothing to do with what had happened to me, but my fear of something possibly happening stopped me.
He sensed it immediately and his head came up. “Are you okay?”
I took a deep breath, forced myself to relax. And I let my knees drop fully open. “I’m okay.”
He sank his head to my sex, then, his hot breath bathing my inner thighs. I closed my eyes, willing myself to remain calm, to lie back and enjoy what was about to happen, but the anxiety of anticipation was not helping. I felt his finger first, separating me while he kissed my thighs. He pushed it inside me curling it slowly so that it pressed at a certain spot—a place he knew well, apparently—and I immediately gasped, arching.
He pulled his head up. “Bingo. Found it.”
And all I could do was laugh. He’d tracked down the elusive g-spot.
“They should give out merit badges for that,” he said.
I gasped when the finger moved again. “I’ll give you a fucking gold medal if you want, just don’t stop.”
“Emilia, I haven’t even begun,” and his mouth sank to my sex, licking along the ready flesh there, before finding the most sensitive spot, my clitoris, and sucking it into his mouth.
The sensation was indescribable. Like his mouth was made of fire and scorching me with the most exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. I stopped breathing and then let out a little shout that I’m sure every human being within a mile radius must have heard.