Page 82 of It'll Always Be Her

He slid his hand down the front of her blouse and flicked open the little buttons. It felt so good not only to want him but to be wanted in return. To know that she could actuallyhavewhat she wanted so badly.

He stripped her slowly, pressing his lips to her bare skin, his murmurs of pleasure firing her blood even hotter. Bee tugged impatiently at his shirt again. He eased off the bed only long enough to take off his own clothes.

She pushed to her elbows, her mouth going dry at the sight of his muscled chest and shoulders, the ladder-like ridges of his abdomen, and the trail of dark hair leading down into his boxer briefs.

“Heavens.” She licked her bottom lip. “I knew you were built, but…wow. You obliterate all stereotypes of weak, nerdy scientists.”

He laughed and climbed back onto the bed. “I’m still a nerd. Just one who works out.”

“Mmm.” She ran her hand down his strong chest and shivered. “Lucky me.”

“I’m the lucky one here.” Bracing himself above her, he lowered his mouth to hers again. “Hell, I’m winning the lottery.”

She smiled. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so open and free, like she didn’t have to keep any part of herself closed off from him. She’d certainly never felt that way with a man before. Maybe she’d never felt that way with anyone.

Despite their growing urgency, Adam set the pace of their lovemaking. He took his time caressing her—to the point that Bee was squirming and gasping under his expert touch.

She only stopped him when she wanted a turn exploring his powerful body, which proved to be an endless source of fascination.

She ran her fingers over all the slopes and planes of his chest, down to his stacked abs and over the V of muscles arrowing to his groin. She pulled off his boxer briefs. Her pulse skyrocketed. Given their past encounters, she knew he was substantial, but seeing his erection up close and personal was…intense.

She let out a breath. Her glasses were steaming up. He moved away from her only long enough to take a condom pack out of a nearby drawer and sheathe himself. By the time he came back to her again, she was almost shaking with anticipation.

“Okay?” He braced his hands on either side of her head, his gaze penetrating.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. She slid her hands over his smooth back and parted her thighs.

He entered her with the same slow rhythm he’d used when kissing her—as if he didn’t want this to be over any faster than it had to be. Neither did she.

With a moan, she let him all the way in, her nerves stretched tight and humming like violin strings. She matched his pace without effort, and then time fell away as they began rocking and thrusting together.

Her need ratcheted up in bursts, like little firecrackers going off in her veins, before exploding into an orgasm that had her trembling wildly and crying out his name. His muscles tensed with self-control, his gaze locked to hers through the heat-drenched air as he watched her ride out her pleasure.

Only when the sensations began to ebb did he increase the pace of his thrusts in a drive toward his own release. She wrapped herself around him, her heart still racing as he sank deep inside her and followed her over the edge.

They lay together, their breath rasping, their bodies slick and hot. He eased reluctantly away from her to discard the condom before returning to pull her into his arms. She kissed his shoulder, setting her glasses aside and resting her head on his chest.

As she started drifting to sleep, she realized this was the first time they were truly alone. Focused on nothing and no one but each other. No interruptions, no worries about ghosts, no strange happenings, no TV production, no crew.

Just them alone together.

She eased closer to him and hoped that the night didn’t end too soon.