All I Ever Need Is You (The Sullivans #14)(27)

Look…and run his hands over every inch of her.

By the time she’d undone his zipper, her bra was off and he was gorging himself on the sweetest tasting skin in the world, first one breast and then the other, over and over again.

Her hands faltered on the band of his boxers as she moaned and arched into his mouth. Without the elevator’s cameras on them anymore, he was finally able to hook one of her legs over his hip and slide one hand into her panties.

He loved hearing his name fall from her lips in the exact moment that he found her slick and hot. Again and again, she gasped out his name as she rocked into him. And when she shattered with his fingers in her and his mouth on her breasts, he not only knew without a doubt what heaven felt like—he also knew that even though he’d never done one thing good enough to deserve to be here, he wasn’t ever going to willingly walk away from the most beautiful, most responsive, sweetest lover he’d ever known.

His hands shook as he grabbed a condom, tore open the wrapper and shoved it on just seconds before she jumped up into his arms again, wrapped her legs around him, and took him all the way inside.

“Nothing has ever felt this good.” He thrust up into her at the same time as she came down onto him, taking him so deep that he nearly saw stars. “Nothing but you.”

He needed her mouth beneath his again, always needed to be kissing her, even when he would normally have simply been gunning for the finish line. And just as their kisses had taken him even higher last weekend, tonight he felt his chest clench even tighter as she kissed him back. Their tongues tangled, their teeth caught on each other’s lips, her hands gripped his shoulders for dear life as he brought her down over him again and again and again.

Until all they could both do was just hold on tight to each other, kissing and kissing and kissing as blazing pleasure shook through both of them.

* * *

Like the first time they’d made love, they didn’t stop kissing for a long time. Only when her arms and legs started to tremble where she was wrapped around him did Adam finally let her go—only to sweep her off her feet to carry her into the enormous bathroom and run a bath.

Sinking into a tub of hot water had never been so good, especially with the most gorgeous man in all creation lying behind her, cradling her body with his.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder and closed her eyes, sighing. How wonderful it was to finally have a chance to relax for a few minutes. Especially since she was still a little off from a second meeting with that difficult couple today, and trying to decide whether or not she should cut them loose.

“Too tired for more?” Adam murmured against her neck.

“I might be persuaded to wake up in a little while,” she said as he gently ran his fingertips over her bare shoulder. She wasn’t even close to having her fill of him, that was for sure, but as a huge yawn escaped her, the truth was that for a few precious moments, all she wanted was to give in to doing absolutely nothing.

Thankfully, Adam seemed to understand exactly what she was feeling, even though he could easily have turned his gentle caresses into far more sensual ones. Soon, that was exactly what she’d want. But for now, though she knew their meet-ups were supposed to be just about sex, ever since she’d been to his office, she’d been even more curious about what he did. And it would be lovely to think about someone else’s job for a while.

“Tell me about some fabulous building you worked on today.”

“You want to talk about work right now?”

“I’ve always been interested in architecture. And not that your ego needs any boost—”

“Anytime you want to stroke my ego—or any part of me—you should feel free.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. Adam might have the world’s best self-esteem, but he was also fun and cute. It was quite a package, especially when he had his strong arms wrapped around her in a big bathtub.

“As I was saying,” she continued, “I think what you do—and how well you do it—is really fascinating.”

The kiss he pressed to her shoulder told her how much he liked her compliment. “Thanks, but I don’t know how fascinated you’d be with the place I was looking at today.”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Everything.”

“I thought you said there was no project too big?”

“Funny, you sound just like my father.” She could tell Adam was thinking about the house again because his hands were moving over her skin absently now, rather than with the devastating sensual purpose he usually had. “You saw the picture of what my office looked like before I got my hands on it. Well, this place is in even worse shape.”

“But?” She could hear the interest in his voice even as he tried to convince her that it was a lost cause.

“But at the same time it’s in a great neighborhood, right at the end of a curving lane, with an incredible oak tree in the front yard.”

His words stirred up a picture in her head of her favorite house as a child, so clearly that she had to tell him, “I know this might sound crazy, but I think I might know the house you’re talking about.”

“It’s on Seaview Lane.”

Her exhaustion suddenly fled as she squirmed around in the tub so that she was straddling him. “Oh, Adam, the most amazing old couple lived there. They built the house together, and it was just so beautiful, all of the hand-carved wood, the inlaid floors, the stained glass in the windows upstairs. They made all of that themselves as a team. They were so sweet together, always holding hands, always giving each other little smooches, rocking together on the front porch. They didn’t have any kids of their own, so they’d invite the local kids and our parents to have picnics under the huge old oak tree. And you wouldn’t believe the way they’d decorate the whole place for Christmas. It was more than just the light shows you see now—everything was handmade with such love and passion.”