Adam settled in between her legs, taking his time to slowly kiss, lick, and suck on every inch of her flesh before his mouth finally covered her. His tongue concentrated solely on that little bundle of nerves that had her squirming from his ministrations. He hummed against her appreciatively as he relished in torturing her until she was writhing against him.

A buzzing started in her ears and traveled south, causing her blood to fizz in her veins. Her skin ached from the sensitivity as her muscles quivered with anticipation. All until that one exquisite moment when the world as she knew it exploded and ceased to exist any longer.

She cried out, lost in a maelstrom of emotions and sensations. Her brain scrambled, and something warm unfurled in her stomach, spreading outward to each of her other limbs. Steady waves of pleasure washed over her, each cresting before the next wave hit. It was the longest and slowest and most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, unraveling little by little, all the while drawing heat from her center.

Adam rose and pinned her with a very male gaze as he licked his lips. “So sweet and delicious.”

Heat filled her cheeks. How was a woman supposed to respond to a guy saying something like that to her?

Thank you?

Okay?

You’re right. I should be on a dessert menu?

Fortunately, she didn’t have time to reply to his comment before he started stripping off his pants. They hit the floor, and he rose to his full height. God, the man was built. And she wasn’t just referring to the wide span of his broad chest or those spectacular abs of his.

Adam climbed up the bed until he was between her knees and leaning over her with his elbows holding him up. He gave her a wolfish grin. “Did that take the edge off a little?”

A little? That had been enough to keep her satisfied for the rest of her life. “Mmm-hmm,” she murmured, not sure if she was even able to speak anymore.

“Good. So now we need to talk about something else. You aren’t allergic to latex, are you?”

She froze and blinked at him repeatedly. Why the hell would he be asking her something like that? Oh man. If he pulled out a latex glove because he was into some weird kink or fetish, she was outta there. “Uh, no.”

He nodded. “Okay, good. Then a latex condom is all right with you?”

Oh. So not a strange kink then. Whew. Thank goodness. “Yes,” she replied, fighting back a giggle. “But just so you know, I’m on the pill.”

He groaned and leaned his forehead into hers, hesitating. “It’s your call, sweetheart. I get tested every year and haven’t been with anyone since my last test. But I don’t expect you to take my word for it.”