Adam stilled. “Preslee, are you sure you want this? We can wait. There’s no rush. I want you to feel comfortable with me.”

That was the thing. She did feel comfortable with him. But it was hard to let go of these hang-ups she had about her body. After all, she’d had them most of her life. But she wasn’t going to wimp out now. She knew this irrational fear was only in her head. He’d done nothing to cause it. “No, it’s fine. I don’t want to stop.”

In a reassuring gesture, he brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her palm. “Are you really sure? I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”

Preslee nodded. She would be much better off making peace with her body now than fighting insecurities for the rest of her life. The only way to do that was to make a conscientious effort to get past her physical imperfections. Everyone had some, didn’t they?

“I won’t, Adam. Besides, if I was going to have regrets tomorrow, I’d much rather it be for something I did instead of something I didn’t do.”

His cheeks creased with a slow grin. He reached once again for the button on her jeans, moving slowly as if he were sneaking up on it. His knuckles brushed against her stomach as he managed to get the button undone and her pants unzipped. Then he kissed her neck as his thumbs slid inside her waistband on both sides and shoved her tight jeans down over her hips. Once they made it to her knees, Preslee used her own legs to work them the rest of the way down. When they fell to her ankles, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Adam wrapped an arm around her and lowered them both to the bed, where he took one distended nipple between his firm lips and sucked hard. Electricity shot through her, and she arched in response, shoving the rigid bud farther into his hot mouth. Then his tongue swiped over to the other one to pay his respects.

His fingertips brushed against the underside of her breasts as he licked his way down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. “Lift,” he told her, yanking her panties down as she did and tossing them in the same direction as her jeans had landed. When he tried to spread her legs, she tensed and gave resistance. “Open them,” he said. “Please don’t hold back.”

Mentally chastising herself, Preslee blew out a nervous breath and allowed his large hands to part her legs. The intimacy of the position made her cringe inwardly, but it also sent erotic sensations cascading through her. She glanced down at him, and he gave her a sexy little smile before his tongue darted out to taste her. Her head fell back with a deep moan.