“And what if I said I needed my beauty sleep?”
He ran a hand over my breasts as if to reassure himself that they were still there. “You can sleep in. We’re not getting married till six.”
“You’ve got an answer for everything.” I listened while he took off his clothes—quickly—letting them drop to the ground wherever. “I don’t think, in all the time that I’ve known you, I’ve ever known you take off your clothes so fast.”
“I’m highly motivated,” he replied. “I have a gorgeous, naked woman tied up in my bed. What better incentive is that?”
I laughed until he sank down on the bed beside me before gently rolling onto me. Then my laughter was swallowed in a gasp of renewed desire.
When he spoke again, his mouth was a fraction of an inch from mine, every inch of his naked flesh branding and fusing against mine. “Do you know what bed this is?”
I smiled, knowing full well what bed this was, but I played along. “What bed is this?”
“This is the bed where I first made you mine.” His mouth sealed over my lips, and my entire body—until that moment content to bask and glow and wallow—ignited once again. Smoldering arousal burst into flame, Adam the consummate fire starter.
“Is that what you were doing?” I answered when my mouth was free again. “I thought you were proving a point. Yet again.”
“I was doing that, too.” He shifted against me. “But most importantly, I was making you mine. Forever.”
“Funny, isn’t that what you are going to do tomorrow—I mean, later today?”
He kissed along my jaw. “That’s the official version. But think it’s fitting that our last night as unmarried people we spend fucking like bunnies in the same bed where I first had you.”
“Fucking like bunnies, huh?”
“Don’t plan on sleeping much tonight.” He pushed my legs open.
The next sound was the crinkle of a foil packet—that packet which we had so felt the lack of this afternoon in the cabana—and I sucked in a breath as he entered me with a satisfied sigh. My heart raced in my throat as I felt the familiar stretch of my muscles around his welcome invasion of my body. He placed a long, gentle kiss against my throat.
“Fucking finally. The Eagle has landed.”
“Is that what we are calling it now? The Eagle?”
“I promise you that after tonight you will be calling it Robocock—and enthusiastically so.”
“I hope you’re prepared to put your money where your mouth is.”
He shifted, slipping deeper inside of me. “I’m putting my mouth everywhere tonight. Just you wait.”
And then he started to move. And my world shifted with him. For it being the first time in months, it wasn’t frenzied and hurried, as I’d suspected it might be. Though I knew Adam was anxious to resume our sex life and enjoy himself again, he didn’t floor it all the way to the finish, though I would have completely understood if he had.
Instead, he moved carefully, slowly, as if knowing anything faster would make it too short this first time. He was savoring the journey rather than pushing straight to the end.
When he stopped, dipping his head to suck on my nipple, I arched to meet him, wrapping my legs tightly around his hips. “God, you feel so good,” I muttered.
He pulled himself free of my hold, his breath ragged. And suddenly his rhythm was wobbly, as if he’d expended the last ounce of his control.
That was when he pushed hard, driving himself directly to the end.
His body stiffened. He held his breath. I again wrapped my legs around his hips, tightening the hold, and he shuddered against me then came. A moment later, he pressed a clammy forehead to mine.
“Goddamn,” he finally mumbled. “That was…” He gasped. “If my spleen exploded, that was definitely worth it.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “No, that was other parts of your body exploding.”
“The good parts.” He slid off me to roll back to his side of the bed. But not before kissing me all over my face. “I think those parts of my body want to explode a few more times.”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight’s the night.”
“You’re going to have to convince me of that.”
“Happily,” he said, running his hands over my chest and belly as if reading every inch of them by touch. I was a map, and his hands were awestruck, reverential explorers. His boundless energy would have him exploring every inch of my terrain tonight.
Chapter 21
Adam
The second time was rougher—and longer. And oh-my-God amazing.
I’d heard that a man’s most reliable sense for sexual arousal was sight. Yet I couldn’t see her. But I could not have been more aroused, having to work my way around that soft, supple feminine body with my hands, my mouth, my body pressed to hers.
She was still tied up—though this time to the high post at the foot of the bed, standing up. God, I vowed to tie her up more often, because this was fun. And damned straight if I was going to have my way with her now that I had her right where I wanted her.
“These last two months have been torture.” I breathed into her hair at the back of her head as I stood behind her, drunk on her scent. “Sadistic doctor’s orders.”
“And I’m sure that’s exactly why she did it, too, to torture you.” There was laughter in her voice.
I nuzzled her neck. “I was talking about you. Walking around my house in those lace panties, those tight leggings, driving me insane.”
“Because depriving myself of sex was a whole lot of fun for me,” she refuted.
“Maybe I need payback. A little torture to get even.”
She paused. “Torture?”
I pressed myself against her back, sandwiching her between my body and the bedpost, pushing my erection against her firm, perfect ass. I sank my teeth lightly into the shell of her ear. She sucked in a breath. “Maybe more than a little.”
Pushing away from her, I turned away to guarantee I wouldn’t see her. I had to honor that promise to her, after all—silly superstition or not.
I made my way over to the ice bucket, where a bottle of champagne rested in a pile of fresh ice, replaced with the evening bed turn-down service. Perfect.