He laughed, the sound tinged with something likedisbelief, before he lightly sank his hardness against me and leaned down to my ear to whisper, “Then I’ve got you.”
Dropping my leg, he kneeled between my legs and pushed the covers behind him, all the way to the end of the bed.
My hand twitched toward him as the learned need to take over surged within me, but Adair clocked it and grasped my hand before I could move. “Keep lying here for me,” he murmured. Interlacing our fingers, he lifted our joined hands above my head. Then he kissed my forehead and reached for his phone on the bedside table.
“Mahler?” I asked, as music started from his phone, but the word turned into a gasp as he cupped me over my panties and smiled at me, his hair falling over his brow.
The second I met his eyes, he pressed his hand harder against me as if to say,“Good.”Then he slid his hand up my center, grasped the hem of my shirt, alternating which side he shimmied until the fabric was bunched under my chin.
His eyes wandered down my body, flaring when they made it to my chest. His hand that was still interlaced with mine flexed above my head as he leaned down to brush a kiss over my lips. His erection nudged me as he deepened our kiss, sliding his tongue against mine as he thoroughly tasted me.
“So good,” he whispered against my lips. “So damn good.”
After one more lingering kiss, he pulled back and kept his gaze on me as he planted kisses on each of my breasts, then licked a stripe across my chest, nipple to nipple. He cupped my center again, applying more pressure, and I arched and moaned as he took command of my body. His tongue continued to lave at my nipples, licking and sucking in alternate motions. Once my breasts were thoroughlywet, he looked up at me and blew air across them. My mouth fell open in a silent moan as sparks shot all the way down to my toes. I shuddered as his warm mouth enveloped me again, and he groaned in pleasure against my skin, then pulled back and planted a biting kiss on my jaw.
Pushing off me with his arm that was still braced above my head, he panted as his gaze traced down my body. Biting his lip, he seemed to come to a decision.
“You planned my whole birthday,” he said, shifting so that he was lying beside me. “Made it one of the best I’ve ever had, planning all those stops in town.” He stacked his pillows against the headboard and partially propped himself up. “Took me to that wheelchair ramp onto the beach and put your arm around me so I could get to the shore.” He slid his right arm under my armpit and gathered me to him, his bicep flexing as he banded his arm around my chest. “Didn’t make fun of my ghost foot when it finally saw some sunlight,” he whispered into my ear.
My laughter was cut off as he grasped the inside of my left knee and hoisted my leg backward over his. There was pressure at my clit, and I lifted my head to look down, gasping when I saw the material of my underwear, stretched obscenely and half exposing me.
“You did so good, Indigo,” he said as he pulled my leg back even more, shifting my underwear against my throbbing clit.
My eyes fluttered shut, my hips undulating as I lost myself to him and his praise.
“The best,” he said as his hands slid all over me, exploring.
My senses danced with all the new input, my mind only understanding one sensation at a time. Sparks where he toyed with my nipple. The rough seam of my shirtrubbing against the other. Roiling heat where his erection pulsed somewhere between my legs.
Then his hand sliding from my thigh to the inside of my panties.
A full-body shiver overtook me, triggering his own as he slid his fingers easily against me. I thought he would’ve stripped me bare first thing, but now that I was watching his hand move inside my panties, with only peeks of his long, deft fingers working against me, I was glad he hadn’t.
This was somehow even hotter.
My toes curled as his fingers dipped inside me briefly, then my feet flexed as he spread my wetness around my opening. When he breathed my name, I tipped my chin up to find his gaze fixed on my face. As soon as our eyes met, he pulsed his fingertips against my opening, and I writhed against him, wanting to pull him closer to me, but…
I didn’t seem to have arms.
My limbs hung limply by my sides, the occasional twitch in their muscles from the sensations he wrought the only sign they worked at all.
And it was…freeing.
Adair pushed a finger inside me, slow and steady, but instead of pumping, he just held it there, an almost shy smile on his lips as he panted. I rocked my hips against him, savoring the slight pressure. When his gaze roamed down to where he could feel his finger inside me but not see it, his cheeks flushed in pleasure as his smile widened.
“MyGod, Ireland,” he whispered. “Do you feel this?”
“I feel it,” I said, changing my tiny movements from rocking to swirling.
He groaned, pulling his finger back briefly before thrusting two into me even deeper, pressing his palm against my clit. I jerked and moaned, my toes pointing in afull extension as he pushed his fingers into my upper walls and slowly dragged them back out.
When he left me, I almost reached for him, almost grabbed his wrist and put him right back inside me, but I resisted.
I wanted to see what he would do.Neededto see it. To feel it.
I was rewarded for that restraint when he hooked his arm back under my knee and lifted my leg, opening me just enough for him to slot his erection between my legs.
The push and pull of our fabric—my underwear and his boxers—was sogood,I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out loud enough to wake the neighborhood.
