Molten Gold by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page A

her.
    He carried her out of the kitchen and down the hallway. When
they entered his bedroom she wasn’t surprised to find it, too, neatly kept.
There was an enormous bed with wooden posts and a few more pictures on the
walls. The carpet was lush when he placed her on her feet near the bed. A dark-blue
bedspread covered the sheets, all made up with military precision.
    “I’m not sure,” she replied to his earlier question. “A true
gentleman might have fed his lady first, but I’m not after someone like that.
My mama introduced me properly and I could have picked one of those beaus if I’d
had a mind to.”
    “Ah,” he said. Jared pulled the cover back and tugged the
top sheet free. “So what do you want, a bad boy? Because I have to be honest, I
might be a number of things, but bad isn’t one of them.”
    “No, I’ve met my share of those too,” she admitted.
    They undressed each other with hungry looks and eager hands.
When they stood naked before each other in the clear sunlight streaming through
the room, Adelaide had to catch her breath. He was gorgeous.
    “So what do you want, Addy?” Jared asked. His voice was
thick and husky, filled with need.
    “I’ll let you know,” she replied, and closed the distance
between them. Pressing her naked body against his, she stood on her tiptoes.
“Right now, I want you.”
    She kissed him passionately. Jared lifted her up and placed
her delicately on the bed, as if she were something precious that he needed to
protect. It made her feel cherished. He pressed his body against hers and
Adelaide ran her palm down the strong line of his back. Hard muscle vied with
smooth, warm skin. She cupped his ass and pulled him closer to her.
    He slid a thigh between her legs and Adelaide shifted to
grant him access. When he stroked his thumb between her lips, she gasped.
    “You’re so wet,” he purred, clearly pleased.
    He touched her clit and an electric pulse arced through her
body. She pressed her shoulders into the mattress and lifted her chest, eager
for more. Wrapping a leg around his waist, she opened herself fully to him.
    “More,” she pleaded.
    Jared thrust two fingers deep into her pussy and the full
sensation drove her wild. When he dipped his head to her chest, she eagerly
cupped herself. He opened his mouth and suckled her nipple, the warm wetness
feeling divine. He drew on her and shudders raced down her spine and through
her stomach, pooling at her clit. She lifted her hips and he penetrated harder
into her creaming pussy.
    When Jared curved his fingers, she could feel him searching
her walls for her G-spot.
    “Ah!” she cried out when he found the sensitive spot. “Yes.
Oh yes, right there.”
    She dug her heel into the base of his spine and canted her
hips higher. He sucked harder on her breasts and continued to stroke inside
her.
    “I’m close,” she panted. He mumbled around her breast.
Adelaide lowered a hand and zeroed in on her apex. She caressed her clit and
groaned deeply. Knots formed in her stomach and she yearned for release.
    “I want you inside me,” she demanded. Lifting her hands, she
cupped Jared’s jaw, gently urging him to look at her. When their gazes met, she
drank in the sight of him. His face was flushed, his eyes so dark they seemed
fathomless.
    “I want to come with you joined to me, thrusting within me.
Please,” she asked.
    He released her breast with a wet plop sound.
    “Hang on a minute,” he said. She had to smile at the rough tone
of his voice. He gingerly withdrew his fingers from her. With a wicked twinkle
in his gaze, he watched her face as he lifted the digits to his mouth and
sucked on them. She saw him flick his tongue out and lap at the juices he’d
collected from her body. Adelaide’s face burned. She was equal parts turned on
and embarrassed to witness such a decadent, provocative display.
    He turned and crawled to the end of the bed. Opening a
drawer in his bedside table, he pulled out a box and took a