“Hmm,” she murmured, skimming her thumbs over his nipples, and he was quickly unbuttoning her blouse, then pulling it off her shoulders. He tackled her bra next, trying to unhook it.
He struggled with it and she thought of reaching behind her and unfastening it, but she was too busy running her hands over his hard chest, loving the feel of his exquisite muscles. Then the bra came undone and he was pulling it down her arms and tossing it aside. She felt so naked, her breasts free until he cupped them and massaged, then kissed her mouth again, but he wasn’t letting go of her breasts. She loved the way he eagerly touched her and made her want for more.
Their hearts were beating wildly and their kisses building up steam. Her blood was on fire as he massaged her breasts. He uplifted her, made her feel glorious and wet and needy. She rubbed her mons against his cock, wanting him seated inside her now.
He released her breasts and was struggling to get his shirt off the rest of the way. She began to pull his shirt off while pressing sweet kisses all over his warm, broad shoulders. His fingers curled through her hair, and she felt all tingly between her legs. She looked into his green eyes filled with love and lust and was sure hers looked the same.
She tugged his shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it aside and sighed deeply.
His hands on her arms, he pulled her to the side, unseating her from his lap. Once she was on her back, he kissed each budded nipple, licked them, then blew on the wetness, making them tingle, and she arched against him, wanting more.
He cupped her mound covered by her slacks and then drew his finger through the crease between her feminine lips. Desperately, she wanted him inside her, and she yanked at his pants to jerk them down his hips. Smiling wolfishly, he moved his hands down her back, slipping them beneath her slacks and panties, and gently squeezed her buttocks.
She couldn’t get his pants any lower with the way he was lying half on her so she grabbed her own pants and began to slide them over her hips. He quickly pulled his hands out of her panties to help her and drew her pants down her legs. Then he hurried to yank off his own pants the rest of the way.
He inserted himself between her legs, pressing his heavy cock against her mound, and moved, rubbing her, getting her all hot and bothered. They were both still wearing their underwear, and she was eager to rectify that. She grabbed his waistband and slowly peeled it down his toned butt while he was kissing her mouth. But she couldn’t get his boxer briefs any lower than just below his buttocks. He smiled and hurried to pull them off and toss them.
Then he was sliding his finger between her feminine lips again, her silk panties not much of a barrier, and he stroked her like that for a few seconds. He slid the fabric aside and began to stroke her nub in earnest.
There was something erotic about being partially clothed while making love. She slid her sock-covered foot up the back of his leg. Their pheromones were driving them insane, inciting them to finish this now!
He pulled her panties down only low enough so that he could stroke her good. She was already feeling the rising climax calling to her, and she was anticipating the cataclysmic conclusion. Then he finally pulled her panties off the rest of the way. He continued to ply his wonderfully skillful strokes to her clit, bringing her to a crescendo of pleasure, and she was in heaven.
Before he entered her, he kissed her mouth hard and long, his cock pressed against her entrance, wet with readiness. He pressed his cock into her, deep, deeper still, and then he pulled very nearly out. She wanted to grab him and hold him in place, needing him inside her. But then he pushed into her again and began to thrust.
His biceps bunched as he held himself above her, driving deeper before he consumed her mouth with his. Delicious butterscotch and chocolate kisses. She was still in a state of bliss when she felt a second climax building. She put her hand in between them and began to stroke herself while he thrust into her. He quickly took over the role and stroked her nub again until he groaned out loud at the end and she cried out in sheer pleasure.
For a long moment, he remained inside her, just breathing her in, and she was doing the same with him. Then Adam pulled out of her and she settled against his chest.
She ran her fingers over his shoulder. “I can’t believe I waited so long to see the light and didn’t jump at the chance to be with you like this much sooner after I arrived.” She sighed, still reveling in the ripples of orgasm flowing through her. “What about you?”
“Oh, hell, I was ready from the first time I saw you. To date, anyway. I had to get to know you first. But I knew I really liked you, even from the beginning. We complement each other. Brad kept telling me you needed me to change your mind about going back to Texas. But that had to be something that you were ready for.”
“Well, I was definitely ready.” She sighed and nestled her head against Adam’s chest. “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.”
He chuckled and kissed her head. “Usually, I’m ready to go back in and catch the next bad guy on the list. I’m usually thinking about the cases I need to solve. This time? I would much rather take a couple of weeks off and enjoy being a newly mated couple.”
“A honeymoon. We definitely need it.”
Chapter 29
A week later, Adam got a call from Tori early in the morning, and he groaned and hurried to answer it. Mornings and work always came too early now that he was mated to Sierra.
Sierra yawned and waited to hear what it was all about.
“Yeah, Tori? What’s up?”
“Phyllis wants to make a deal. She insists she wasn’t involved in trying to sell the boat illegally and she didn’t have anything to do with carjacking Kinney’s car or Ollie trying to kill him. She said the other person in Victor’s car was Lonnie. And she said she’ll give up Victor’s hiding place for a deal. And when I questioned her about the postcard sent to Sierra, she said that none of them did it. But we found Phyllis’s fingerprint on the front of the card.”
“Hot damn! Great. I’m coming in.” Adam kissed Sierra’s smiling mouth, her beautiful blue eyes half-lidded. “Sleep. Chet Crawford said he would handle everything and not to worry until you’re ready to come in.” Adam really liked the new full-time sketch artist. He was always there to cover for Sierra when she had art classes to teach or was trying to handle the sale of both houses because Adam was working full-time.
Though no matter what, getting up in the morning had become a chore for both of them, their fault, of course. Either one or the other was always waking up in the middle of the night and wanting to make love.
As to the sketch-artist job, Sierra always made up the time at work later, but he was glad Chet was accommodating. Chet was so grateful to Sierra for giving up the job to him so he could relocate to join his girlfriend. Not once had he given her a dead-body sketch to do.
“I have to get up anyway,” Sierra groaned, running her hands through her red curls. “I have an appointment with the Realtor in an hour. I think my house might have sold. And you know what that means.”