Page 64 of Five Minute Man
She would never make that mistake again.
Holly tugged off Adam’s coat and blindly managed to hook it on the coat rack. The rest of his clothing did not fare quite as well.
Individual garments, both his and hers, were unceremoniously removed and dropped as Adam used his much larger body to push her farther into the house.
“I missed you,” Adam told her, breaking away from her mouth, breathing every bit as heavily as she was.
“Less talking,” she demanded, pulling him down onto the strategically placed nest of blankets on the floor in front of the fire. She didn’t think he had noticed, consuming her as he was, but she was wrong.
“Expecting someone?” he growled, settling his heavy weight over her.
She was prevented from answering right away as he cupped her possessively between the legs while he used his mouth to create a trail of liquid fire beneath her jaw, down the column of her neck, finally latchinghardonto her breast.
She needed him. Needed him so much. More than she had ever needed anyone or anything in her entire life.
“Hoping,” she breathed, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. “Praying. Wishing.”
He grunted his approval, releasing one nipple with a loud pop before roughly taking the other. There was no slow seduction, nor did she want it. She wanted it rough, hard, and fast. She wanted her Five-Minute Man.
She felt him stroke her once, twice, before plunging his finger deep inside her. Her body arched up, offering itself to him if he would only just keep doingthat.
Seconds later, she was gasping, already on the precipice, when he replaced his skilled fingers with the blunt head of his turgid shaft.
“Yes!” she half-cried, half-screamed, needing him inside her more than she needed her next breath.
Adam obliged, plunging into her with one powerful thrust.
Her sex clenched around him greedily, starved for that which only he could provide.
“Holly!” he roared out above her. “Forget five minutes, baby. I’m not going to last five seconds ...”
