Sex on Summer Sabbatical

Sex on Summer Sabbatical by Stacey Lynn Rhodes

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done out of the water. The chemistry between them had been sizzling from the start.
    He realised that Tori was now frowning slightly and he mentally backtracked to where they’d left off. Decision time. Did he back off, or change direction?
    “I’d love a closer look.” The words came out of his mouth almost before he had thought them, making his decision for him.
    Desire warred with uncertainty in her eyes, and Adam smiled reassuringly. Perhaps she’d reached the limits of her forwardness for today. It made it easier for him to clamp down on his own libido in favour of pleasing her.
    Time for an old-fashioned make-out session. Adult-style.
    His feet were already bare to match hers. He stripped off his shirt and watched as her gaze went straight to his chest. Suddenly he had new motivation to keep him focused during his workouts, if only to always be able to warrant the admiration in her gaze. She reached out then hesitated.
    Not wanting her to start second-guessing herself, he grasped her hand and pulled it towards his chest as he knee-walked closer to her. He pressed her hand to the centre of his torso, silently encouraging her exploration, then released her. She kept it in place then ran it up over his left pec and down across his pebbling nipple. The light touch sent a jolt straight to his cock. She trailed her fingertips down his abs then ran her index finger back up the centre to where she’d started.
    “You’re amazing,” she whispered and met his gaze directly.
    For a few moments, he looked his fill at the sight of her lying on his couch, auburn hair spread beneath her, eyes almost the same reddish hue locked on his, warm with desire. “So are you,” he returned and bent to kiss her.
    She lifted slightly to meet him, showing that she wanted the connection as badly as he did at that moment. Her lips moved against his, prompting his deepening the kiss while he curved his hand under the back of her neck to tangle into her hair.
    He stroked his tongue between her lips as he settled his chest lightly against hers. Their breath mingled as they tasted deeply of each other. Tori brought her hands up to slide into Adam’s, with gentle tugs to increase the slant and deepen the kiss even further. They clung to each other, using their lips and hands to explore.
    Adam was rock hard and panting by the time they parted and he trailed his lips down her neck. Never before had he been so affected by this sort of teasing play. She arched back, exposing her throat and he obliged by nipping and sucking lightly down to the sweet spot where neck and shoulder came together. He dipped his tongue into the divot at her throat then nibbled along her collarbone. Before moving any farther down, he lifted his head to ascertain her comfort level.
    Seeing only heat in her gaze, her kiss-swollen lips parted to breathe, he sat back and pulled her upright. He gave her a wink before grasping the hem of her shirt. “This okay?”
    “More than okay,” came the immediate and reassuring answer.
    Adam slowly lifted her knitted shirt until it was just under her breasts, then stopped, lowering his head to kiss lightly at her ribs. He nuzzled the material upwards accompanied by long licks along her abdomen.
    With a frustrated sound, Tori batted him away and grabbed her shirt, whipping it up and over her head before sending it sailing across the room. Then she reclined back on her elbows on the couch in just her short skirt and a dark blue, lacy bra that barely covered her areolae.
    She arched an eyebrow and smirked. “So, is this a close enough look for you? What do you think?”

Chapter Seven

    Tori couldn’t believe she’d just done that, but there was something extremely empowering about how Adam was so intent upon her every move. She’d wanted to take a more active role and surprise him, and by the looks of it, she’d succeeded.
    “What do I think?” He reached a finger out and traced the edge of the lace over her breast, sending a

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