Sex on Summer Sabbatical by Stacey Lynn Rhodes Page A

shiver through her. Her nipple puckered as though reaching for his touch. The tightness coiled in her breast as her skin seemed to anticipate the contact.
    “About the view.”
    Adam, the tease, didn’t follow up on the promise, instead tickling a path along the slope of her other breast until it was similarly stirred.
    “Adam…” He was driving her nuts with his deliberateness. She wished she could just tackle him and…
    Hmm …
    She levered herself up, narrowly avoiding a collision, to a sitting position on the couch.
    Looking startled then worried, Adam asked, “Everything okay?”
    “No.” Planting both hands on his bare chest and pushing, she managed to get him off balance, then launched herself at him. He ended up on the floor beneath her as she straddled him. His hands automatically came up to cup her hips. She braced her hands on the floor to either side of his head and leaned over him to whisper in his ear, “You are making me crazy.”
    His gaze dipped to her cleavage and a groan escaped him. “Very mutual.”
    When she glanced down, she could plainly see her nipples from her vantage point. Making no move to adjust her bra, she smiled and shimmied up his torso a bit until she was nearly breast to mouth over him.
    “Fuck it,” he muttered and brought his hands up from her hips to hook a finger on each cup and pull down until her breasts had both popped completely free of the material. He tucked the bra underneath them so they were supported and helped forward.
    Adam cupped one in his large hand as he lifted his head the small fraction he needed to draw her peak into the warmth of his mouth. The other hand he ran up her back, holding her close to him so she couldn’t pull away. Not that she wanted to. Ever.
    “Oh God…” She arched even closer as he suckled her to an even more pronounced point then lightly used his teeth to run along the base of her nipple. After one last long suck, he pulled off with a pop and moved to the other side, laving and nipping until she was squirming with need.
    Adam slid the hand that had been cupping her breast down her bare side to the waistband of her skirt then around to the small of her back. A cool waft of air signalled that her skirt was being moved out of the way. Then his questing, warm hand was cupping her bare ass, tracing the crease, and she knew the moment he realised she was wearing a thong…
    The world spun as he rolled and changed their positions so he was cradled in between her thighs. The roughness of his khaki shorts pressed against the soft skin of her inner thighs, and she wished she was a genie and could just blink their clothes away. Not that there was much on her part. The lace thong she’d purchased was the only thing between her pussy and his shorts, and it was so thin as to be barely a token.
    He pulled away and she protested wordlessly but it was only to return his attention to her breasts. “Beautiful,” he murmured against her skin.
    Reaching down with the intent to tug him up so his weight was on her once again, she got sidetracked first by the feel of his muscular shoulders beneath her hands, then she threaded her fingers through his hair. God, his mouth on her… But her core was on fire and she wanted—needed—him back against her. She gave his hair a tug at the same time as she wrapped her legs around his hips and used some of her newfound strength to attempt to move him in the right direction.
    “Beautiful…and bossy.” He laughed down at her but acceded to her efforts and moved up so he was once again nestled against her. Oh bliss… He was braced up on his elbows to either side of her head to keep most of his weight off her chest, but she could feel the ridge of his erection pressed firmly to her, right where she needed the counter-pressure.
    She rocked up against him, and his head went back, exposing his corded neck. She strained upwards to try to give it a lick but couldn’t quite reach. His neck looked just a touch stubbly