“When I make myself come I’m going to think about this moment. When my fingers slide between my legs, into my panties, I’m going to play with my clit and think about the way your c**k looks in your hand.”

He groaned, tipping his head and turning it, meeting her mouth in a desperate kiss. She stretched, her fingertips brushing against his hand as he came, the warmth of it a brand against her skin.

Adrian tasted her mouth, groaning as he came, groaning again as she broke the kiss and circled him, licking her fingers covered with his seed.

She had no real idea what she did to him, he could tell. Didn’t matter really. He’d have her, and by the time she realized it, he’d be dug in deep. Like a tick.

He grabbed some paper towels and she helped get him cleaned up, even gently tucking his c**k back into his shorts.

“Now, I believe you had an answer to give me?” She had this way of smiling at him. He watched her enough, well, a lot, to know she didn’t use that smile with anyone else. Teasing. Sexy.

That smile made him sort of dizzy.

He bent his knees and caught her with his shoulder, hefting her up and toting her down the hall to her bedroom.

He tossed her on the bed and she laughed. “You’ve hauled me around like a sack of goods!”

Her laughter died when he got to his knees and took the hem of her skirt and inched it up, dropping kisses against her hose.

Stockings actually. Her skin was warm just where the edge of the material met her thighs.

He began to yank and she sat up with a squeak.

“Oy! That’s my skirt, you’re going to rip it.”

That was unexpected. He hit a nerve there.

He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, darlin’. The stockings were a surprise. Got me all hot and bothered.”

She got up and carefully stepped from the skirt, hanging it in her closet and then doing the same with her sweater and little shirt thing she had on.

And then he forgot what he’d been worried about because she was standing there in thigh-high stockings, sheer panties and a gorgeous pale blue bra, her tits mounded at the top edge like something he had to have a taste of.

“Now, where was I?” He crawled across the floor to her, slowly moving up her legs to place an openmouthed kiss at the back of her thigh, right against the top of the stocking.

“That’s a very nice place to pick up.” The burr in her voice had smoothed again and he relaxed, pausing to squeeze her ass, kiss each cheek where it met her thigh.

He kissed his way up her side, over the delicious curve of her.

“Your body is off the chain,” he murmured, mouth against the swell of her belly, enjoying the way she clutched at his shoulders to stay standing when he dipped his tongue into her belly button.

“That’s a good thing?”

He’d reduced her to breathless. Good. He didn’t want to be alone.

He popped the back hooks on her bra and within a breath her br**sts were in his hands, ni**les burning into his palms. Grabbing the material of her panties with his teeth, he pulled them down and she stepped from them. This left her in nothing more than those stockings of hers, her hair still bound at the back of her neck.

“It’s a very good thing.” He surged to his feet, embracing her, pulling her in close.

Petite and nearly naked, she should have felt fragile against him. But she didn’t.

“I’ve been dreaming about licking you until you made that quiet little sound. But now no one is here and we don’t have to be quiet.” He drew her back to the bed and she came with him, pulling her hair loose as they went.

They landed on her bed, side by side and he went back for a kiss. Soft at first, teasing her sweet lips open, making way for his tongue.

He wanted to lose himself in her, just lay with her here for hours, kissing and touching.

But now they didn’t have time for that so he’d take what he could get, what she gave him so willingly.

He moved away, reluctantly, from her mouth and over her closed eyes, across her cheeks and against her temple. Her mouth curved up as he paid homage to her jaw and down her neck.

The phone in his back pocket sounded and with a groan he sat up to turn it off.

She watched him with a shiver of delight. There was something about being totally naked against him while he was fully clothed that really pushed her buttons. He was tousled, flushed from arousal; his eyes held a gleam that told her he had wicked intentions.

“Today is a very good day.”

He tossed the phone on her dressing table and moved back into place. “Is it now?” He licked over one nipple and then the other, scraping his teeth across it until she arched.

“Yes!”

He continued the erotic assault on her ni**les and tiptoed down her belly with one hand, carefully spreading her labia and exposing her clit to the air, tickling it just a little with his fingertip until a ragged moan made its way up from her gut.

“These tits drive me crazy.”

He flattered and it wasn’t empty. The awe was there in his voice, in the way he touched her body and definitely in the way he looked at her.

Then she couldn’t decide if she was upset that he moved away from her ni**les and promptly forgot about that as he kissed and licked his way down her belly.

And she lost all coherent thought when he spread her wider and took a long lick with a little swirling flourish against her clit.

Giving in, she let herself touch him, let herself slide fingers through his hair. Let herself tug him upward as she rolled her hips to get more.