Holly Lane by Toni Blake Page A

Which seemed like a crying shame in a way. Since he clearly hadn’t appreciated what he had.
    Most people—including Adam—thought of Sue Ann as the outgoing, funny, happy, dependable wife and mom, as someone who showed up at every town event in support of every person she knew. But he was pretty sure people didn’t think of Sue Ann as . . . this gorgeous, sensual woman lying naked next to him, this woman who’d panted and moaned and writhed against him so passionately on this rug. He knew a secret side of her now, a hot and amazing side, and he felt . . . privileged.
    As she stirred next to him, her breasts shifting slightly, his cock tightened. It was hard to believe this was happening, but they were in this now, and at the moment he didn’t feel like holding back. Narrowing his gaze on those breasts that had so captured his attention from the first time he’d seen her tonight, he bent and gently raked his tongue across one deliciously distended peak. The sensation raised the hair on the back of his neck and made him still harder.
    And when he did it again, delivering just a light little lick across that stiffened bit of pink flesh, it brought a sexy smile to her face, even though her eyes remained closed.
    “What are you thinking about that’s making you grin?” he teased, now that he knew she was awake.
    “Um . . . would you believe me if I said visions of sugar plums were dancing in my head?”
    He let out a laugh and said, “Not even a little.”
    “What do you think I’m thinking about?”
    He considered the question. “Maybe something like, ‘Oh my God, I just had sex with Adam.’ But I hope it’s more like, ‘Wow, that feels good and I don’t ever want him to stop.’ ”
    She bit her lip, eyes still shut. “It’s probably . . . a little of both.”
    “I can live with that,” he told her, then heard his voice go deeper without quite planning it. “But . . . for now, how about we just focus on the second one?”
    “And I can live with that ,” she said, finally opening her eyes to meet his.
    And damn, how had he never noticed that before? How pretty her eyes were. How warm and sensual. They were the comforting, cozy sort of brown you found all around you in nature, but . . . somehow deeper, like they held secrets. Yet . . . maybe they only got that way when she was feeling sensual. And as he began to slowly kiss his way down her body, he continued being grateful for seeing this side of her. Maybe that was the secret in her eyes, that underneath the responsible but fun-loving mom hid this very sexy, very sexual woman.
    He liked the hot, gentle way she hissed in her breath with each kiss he lowered to her skin—he’d started just beneath her pert breast and now moved slowly down her smooth stomach, dotted with a few freckles, and over the rounded flesh just below her belly button.
    Her eyes went sort of dreamy then, her mouth dropping open halfway—maybe it had just struck her where he was headed. He wanted to make her feel good again. And he also wanted to taste her.
    He heard her pretty gasp when he gently parted her legs, and she let out a hot little “Oh . . . ” as he stroked his middle finger down through her moist center. Good God, she was wet for him, fueling his lust even more. He slipped two fingers inside her at the precise moment he lowered his tongue to her tender, waiting flesh—and he loved it when her moan echoed toward the ceiling.
    Sue Ann bit her lip as she watched Adam’s ministrations—because otherwise her mouth would be trembling. She couldn’t deny how excited she was by the openness of what he was doing, by how wild it felt—how very uninhibited—to be that intimate with someone new. Oh Lord— yes, yes . “Good,” she heard herself whisper toward the ceiling. “So good.”
    She’d always been happy being a small town wife, living a small town life. Yet there was a part of her that had at least understood the desire for more, the yearning