Page 37 of Five Minute Man
Easy for him to say, she thought, barely containing the hysterical giggle trying to erupt. No man had ever donethatbefore. She read about it plenty, even wrote about it herself, but that was romanticfiction. It was called that for a reason.
She was just about to tell him to stop when he placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh. She had never realized just how sensitive her skin was there. She could feel everything. The silky caress of his hair, the heat of his breath, the stark contrast of his soft lips to the prickly stubble along his jaw.
Without conscious thought, she tangled her fingers into his hair and slid her behind to the front of the chair in silent demand. Her mind might be a little freaked out, but her body was totally on board with where he was going.
Adam thumbed her instep—who knewthatwas an erogenous zone?—and guided her foot to his shoulder. Then he did the same with her other leg. She tilted her head back and watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. How absolutely male he looked there between her legs with his rugged, stubbly features framed by her just-shaved, baby smooth thighs.
Her logical, rational self made one final rally before her inner harlot awoke and took over completely.
“Adam,” she breathed. “You don’t have to—ungh...”
The words broke off with a strangled gurgle when Adam surged forward, licking along her slick folds.
Her head flew back, and all she could think about was how glad she was that she hadn’t bothered to put on panties because it would have delayedthisfor several interminable seconds.
“Mmm ... You taste so fucking good, baby. Sweet and rich and perfect.”
The man was a hummer, and it was amazing. The vibrations skittered across bundles of lovingly abused nerves, more pleasing than Vinny had ever been. And Vinny had never talked to her, either. She would never again underestimate the power of sexy, dirty dialogue while doing sexy, dirty deeds.
The man had some serious skills! He licked, he flicked, he sucked, he fucked her with his tongue. And just when she thought she couldn’t possibly stand another freaking second, he thrust his long, thick fingers deep inside, curling and applying pressure righttherewhile he sucked hard on her clit and made her body explode into thousands of tiny scattered pieces of light.
“Damn, that was hot, baby.” Holly heard his voice, but she didn’t have the strength to open her eyes just yet. It was enough to be held in his arms as he gently rocked her back down to earth. No, not rocking. Walking.
She smiled, or at least thought she did. Humming as she was from that last incredible orgasm, she wasn’t quite sure she had complete control over any muscles whatsoever.
“I need to be inside you. Now.”
Thatpenetrated the haze. Impossibly, her still tingling sex went from satisfied to needy at the husky rasp of his voice.
After a brief moment of weightlessness, she felt the bed beneath her. Then Adam was above her, hot and hard and naked, sliding deeply inside. They both let out a moan at the same time.
Holly arched and tilted her hips, still reeling from that last orgasm as he pushed farther. Like the very first time, there was no hesitation, no gentle possession. Just raw, blinding need.
He pumped inside her, flesh slapping flesh as he drove himself deeper, only to withdraw and do it again and again. Her climax came fast and hard, shattering her into pieces all over again. Only this time, the pulsing of his sheathed cock deep in her core told her that he had joined her.
She must have zoned out there for a few minutes, because the next thing she knew, Adam was chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” she asked dreamily. Maybe if she hadn’t been loved repeatedly into a sense of complete and total lassitude, she might have felt a bit offended or at least a little self-conscious. As it was, she just didn’t have the strength.
“I was just thinking how lucky I am,” he told her. “I don’t think helping you with your research would be nearly as much fun if you were still an analyst.”
She managed a tired but happy grin. “Bits and bytes don’t turn you on?”
“Your bits and bytes do. There are several bits I’d like to bite right now, as a matter of fact,” he growled, lowering his head to nip at her breast.
“It really doesn’t bother you?” she asked softly, running her hand over his hair in a comforting gesture.
He kissed his way back up to her face. “Having a beautiful, smart, sexy, creative, successful woman as my own? No, Holly, it doesn’t bother me. It makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world.” In case she needed more convincing, he lowered his mouth to hers, expressing himself with a searing, lingering kiss.
“What about you?” he asked. “Can you be happy with a humble contractor?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, her words filled with genuine awe and wonderment as she guided him into her again. “You’re my Five-Minute Man ...”
* * *
ADAM GROANED, OFFERINGa silent prayer of thanks to Liz. “You want to convince Holly she’s the one?” she had said to him. “Be her Five-Minute Man. Prove it to her.”
He’d had his doubts. After all, Holly wrote romances. Shouldn’t he be buying roses and taking her out to candlelight dinners? When he had asked that, Liz had snorted, telling him with unwavering confidence that all that stuff would mean nothing unless Holly believed it wasreal, and there was only one way to do that.
It looked as if Liz had hit the nail on the head with that one.
“Yes, I am,” he agreed, flipping them so she was on top of him again. “And you are my Five-Minute Woman.”
She purred at that, curling her nails lightly into his chest as she made slow circles with her hips. “Always. But now, I think I want a lot more than five minutes ...”
