Page 93 of Casualties of War
She met his gaze. “Be yourself, Adán. Brakes off.”
His chest lifted. The liquidheat smoldered in his eyes, making her shiver. He stepped closer. “You won’t regret it,” he murmured and kissed her.
He cupped her face, holding her steady as his kiss extended and grew deeper and more thorough.
Parris gave herself up to the need that pounded her body. In all the years since Adán’s first kiss, no other man had ever made her feel this way just with the touch of his lips and thebrush of his body. Not even Stuart had moved her to such yearning with a simple kiss.
She shivered, wondering how it would feel to move beyond this.
When Adán let her go, they were both panting.
Parris gripped his shirt, feeling the heat of him beneath the jersey. “It…it has been a very long time for me.” She could feel her cheeks heating.
“Me, too,” Adán whispered. He bent and swept her upin his arms, with barely a sound of effort.
Parris clutched at him, gasping. “You’re sweeping me off my feet…?” she breathed, trying not to laugh.
Adán shook his head. “I’ve done this a few times in movies. I promised myself that if I ever got the chance, I would do it for you. I can’t think of anyone else worthy of it.”
He carried her over to where her mat was spread in the shade.
Parriswanted to giggle at the melodrama. At the same time, though, her middle was growing molten and weak, and her heart was screaming. For a moment, just for this moment, she was a weaker, feminine woman and it felt good. It felt right.
Adán laid her on the mat and settled over her. His smile said he knew it was a silly gesture, too, yet the light in his eyes said he meant it, just as her meltingmiddle agreed that she liked it.
His hand drifted up the length of her, to cup her cheek. “We have some catching up to do,” he breathed and kissed her again.
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For the first time in her life, Parris could put aside her fierce need to control everything. She let go, in every way possible. As their bodies grew heated and slick against each other, she grew to understand the true natureof being a woman, in every respect.
Adán dominated her and she loved it. He commanded her body. He drew responses from her she hadn’t known were possible.
He possessed her and the knowledge that he could control her so easily did not send fear rippling down her spine as it should have. She trusted him. She knew he understood her so completely that for these shared moments, she could let downher guard and just behis.
“No one but you…” she breathed, as she laid in his arms, recovering.
“Absolutely no one but you,” Adán said, his tone one of agreement. She understood that, too. Adán had let down his guard, too, for in his world he was as shielded as she was.
Parris looked deep into his eyes and he smiled back at her. It was a moment of mutual understanding. They could see each otherwith perfect clarity.
“Wow…” she breathed.
“An adequate start,” he said, and bent and kissed her, bringing her still tingling body up against his with a commanding hand.
