All I Ever Need Is You (The Sullivans #14)(47)

As gently as he could, he lifted her from the chair. She was soft and pliable and smelled amazing as her eyes fluttered halfway open.

“Adam.” Her beautiful mouth curved up as her eyes closed again, and she snuggled into his chest. “You’re here.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“You’re here now.” He was laying her down on the bed when she opened her eyes again and said, “I’m so glad you’re here with me.” She reached out and put her hands on his face. “So handsome. Sometimes I wonder if you’re even real.”

He’d never seen her like this, halfway between awake and asleep, her words soft and a little bit rounded on the edges. “I wonder the same about you,” he told her. “You’re so beautiful that I lose sleep dreaming about you. So breathtaking that I lose brain cells every time I look at you.”

“I dream about you, too,” she said, her words barely above a whisper. “Every night.” She threaded her hands into his hair. “Dream with me tonight, Adam.”

He already knew he couldn’t refuse her anything. Especially not on a night like tonight, when it really did feel as though some special spell wrapped all around both of them, making the divide between dark and light, asleep and awake, no longer clear.

Their kiss swamped his senses, dragging him deeper into her, then deeper still, until he couldn’t remember a time before her, couldn’t possibly imagine a life after her.

As he nibbled his way down to her exposed neck, she said, “I love the way you kiss me all over.”

“I love the way you taste all over,” he said as he covered her breasts with his hands and she arched into them with a sigh of pleasure. Moments later, when he opened up her shirt and unclasped her bra, her sigh turned to a breathless gasp as he stroked her bare skin.

“I love the way you touch me.”

“I love touching you.” He ran his hands down from her breasts over her taut stomach to unzip her pants. “I love how soft you are.” He slid his hand beneath her panties, and she shivered with need. “I love how sensitive you are.” As his fingers moved over then into her, she instinctively pushed up against his hand.

“I love the way you make me feel, Adam.” Her breath caught in her throat again as he covered her breast with his mouth at the same time as he took her with his hand. “Only you can make me feel this good.”

“I love knowing what I do to you.” He stroked her nipple with one thumb, stroked across the arousal between her thighs with the other. “I love it when you let yourself go for me.” Her gaze locked on his as her inner muscles tightened on him and her breath hitched. “Show me how much you love it, too.”

“Love.” She whispered the word against his mouth as she arched into his touch, giving herself up to him without holding anything back.

All week long, he really had lost sleep fantasizing about her. And yet, even now, when he needed her so badly that his need was a constant ache throbbing in the center of his chest, the dream-state continued. Each new patch of skin he revealed tantalized. Every sexy sound she made as she opened one button after another on his shirt and ran her hands over his chest titillated.

But the best part of all was watching her smile and hearing her laugh as fabric tangled, as fingers fumbled, as kisses teased.

Finally, when there was practically nothing between them, Adam found himself wishing out loud, “I want to feel you. All of you.” He knew it wasn’t possible. Not tonight, anyway. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to move inside of her, skin to skin.

“I do, too. All of you,” she echoed.

God, it was tempting, so tempting to give in to that urge to be completely connected to her. Soon, he promised himself as he put on protection, soon they’d talk about being each other’s one and only. Especially since she was already his, the only woman he ever thought about anymore. The only one who’d ever kept him up at night. The only lover to whom he had ever wanted to give all of himself.

“Love me, Adam.”

Kerry was his dream woman come to life beneath him, her hands warm as she held on to his shoulders, her legs strong as she wound them around his hips and he began to move into her. And then they were rolling over so that she was every one of his fantasies come to life as she straddled and rocked, making the most beautiful sounds of pleasure while moonlight streamed over her.

She brought him right to the edge, then stilled just long enough for him to catch his breath before starting all over again.

Perfect.

Nothing, no one, had ever been so perfect as this incredible woman who’d just turned the tables on him. He’d always been in control in bed, always taken the lead, but tonight she led him every step of the way, straight toward heaven.

Again and again, she teased him with her curves, her heat, her kisses, until everything blurred in his head. Until his brain stopped functioning altogether, and he was operating on sensation alone.

The next thing he knew, she was on her knees, and he was, too. And, somehow, it was right where they both needed to be, with him right there behind her, taking and giving in equal measure. Her words all ran together in his head. TakeNowPleaseNeedMore. But he understood them all, because they were falling from his lips, too.

Sex had never been so wild.

Making love had never been so sweet.

And nothing had ever felt as right as flying out over the edge with Kerry, and then falling back onto the bed with her lithe curves still cradled against the front of his body.