“No,” he said as he tossed the ribbon away. He worked quickly to free her hair. “Now is not the time to be neat or tidy, madam.”
There had always been tension between them. Tonight that tension would turn into a blistering passion, Adam hoped.
He slowly glanced down her body, taking his time to peruse her attire, and found another bow to tug on. Rebecca Warner came wrapped as a gift just for him. He captured the end of the little ribbon and loosened it, too.
Rebecca’s breath came faster now, pushing her breasts into prominence, and he was glad for her reaction to what he was doing. He slowly peeled back the sides of her robe, exposing her prim nightgown beneath. Yet another example of proper ladylike attire. She was modest, in and out of bed. Rebecca was destined to be a wife one day—no doubt about it.
He set his hand at the small of her back and pulled her closer. Rebecca swayed but resisted a little. He moved them, circling around to put himself between her and the door, and then when he was confident he had her full attention, he began to shift her backward subtly toward the bed. Towards the place where he would finally find out if Rebecca’s salty tongue was good for more than tearing strips off a man.
The moment she bumped into the bed, she turned her back on him and tried to scramble up onto the vast mattress. But before she got too far away, he caught her robe and gently drew it down her arms and off.
Rebecca moved onto the bed wearing just her nightgown—her slippers had apparently already been discarded somewhere along the way, because her feet were already bare.
When she was seated on his bed, eyes fixed on him, Adam discarded his shirt slowly. He stretched out one hand for her to take then brought it to his face.
Rebecca’s hand was warm as she hesitantly caressed his skin.
Adam caressed her face, too, and moved his fingers to the edge of her mouth. Her jaw softened, her face relaxed while he played with her bottom lip, urging her lips to part.
He bent forward slowly, and at last pressed his lips to hers properly.
Rebecca yielded with a small moan, leaning back and drawing him down over her.
Adam was only too happy to comply, but he would not be rushed. Rebecca had soft lips of course, and he was soon swept away by the feel of her mouth moving under his. These were no missish little kisses, though. Rebecca held nothing back.
She swept her tongue into his mouth first, catching him by surprise, making him reassess the slow pace he had believed he should set with her.
He cupped the back of her head with his hand, filling his palm with her soft hair, and slowly covered her with his body. She regarded him with unblinking intensity, offering up no words of encouragement whatsoever. But her hands grazed his chest, twirling across his skin with maddening gentleness.
It was so good to be in a bed with her that Adam forgave her lack of conversation. She wanted him, and that was all the encouragement he needed to make love to her tonight.
She drew him down for more kisses, hesitating only long enough to rearrange her nightgown higher and widen her legs. She urged him between her thighs, and then her knees cradled his hips. Adam pressed his body against hers, feeling the warmth of her skin heat his. The neediness, the insistence of her kisses inflamed him. He put his hand between them, found the drawstring on his unmentionables and, once loose enough, shoved them down past his hips.
The moment he felt her hands slide across his back, he knew that there would be no stalling, no other conversation, no hesitation, either.
He ran his hands along her soft thighs, found his way under the bottom of her nightgown and wriggled his fingers along her body. He closed his fingers over the rounded curve of her derriere and squeezed.
Mrs. Warner moaned against his mouth as he kneaded her flesh but she did not stop kissing him; she pressed her sex up against his erection impatiently.
The woman was nothing like he’d imagined in bed. She was coming undone quite swiftly, and there was no way he would risk disappointing her by not giving her what she seemed to desire most.
He found her sex with his fingers, slid through her curls and found moisture. She lifted her hips into his touch eagerly. Adam pressed two fingers into her tight body, and she writhed against him—forcing them deeper inside with every movement. Adam set his thumb gently to her clitoris and exerted a little pressure.
Rebecca gasped softly, and her eyes squeezed shut as she rocked back and forth.
It was heaven to be with a woman who got straight to the heart of what she wanted in bed. Rebecca was very wet, and his fingers stroked through her slick folds smoothly. Had she been thinking about him since his very first invitation or even before that? He’d love to find out one day.
He drove his fingers inside her again and again, pushing her passion higher, but it wasn’t enough for him. He longed to feel her body close about his cock. To have her come apart around him. He replaced his fingers with his cock but pushed in slowly, basking in a sudden burst of restrained cries of encouragement from his lover. Her back arched when he sank fully inside—and then he lost himself in making love to a woman who asked for so little.
He loved Rebecca hard, fast, and much longer than he thought possible as she dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs about his hips and spurred him on wordlessly. She turned her face down into his shoulder.
All that was left was for her to give in.
But not like this.
Adam caught Rebecca’s hands and raised them above her head. He laced their fingers together as he slowed his strokes. Her eyes rose to his, and he thought he’d never seen a more beautiful woman. Rebecca’s hair was tangled about them in lovely endless waves. Her lips were pink, flushed from his kisses, but it was her eyes that captivated him. They glowed with so much passion that it nearly took his breath away.
Pinned to the bed, Rebecca was utterly bewitching to behold—and all his for one glorious night.