“Abby…” His chin settled on the scrap of silk that covered her as he looked up at her with piercing blue eyes.

“I…I’ve never been a big fan of…of that.”

Adam raised his head and touched his tongue to the heart of her. “This?”

Her entire body heated with acute embarrassment even as her legs parted ever so slightly to make room for him. “Yes.”

“Why not?”

Could this be any more mortifying? “I don’t know.”

“I think you do, but you’re too shy to say so. Where has shyness gotten you? Unsatisfied, unfulfilled, unhappy—”

“All right! All right… It makes me self-conscious thinking about…”

“About what?”

She put her hands over her face. “I can’t say it!”

“About whether it smells good to your partner? Tastes good? Feels good? Any of those things?”

“Yes, yes and yes,” she said, her hands muffling her voice.

“That shouldn’t be a problem for us.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not thinking, remember? You’re only allowed to feel. You’re not allowed to think about how it is for me. You’re only thinking about you.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

His hands slid under her, tangling in the string of her thong and tugging it free. “Let’s see if you can, shall we?”

As the silky thong slid down over her legs, Abby knew a moment of panic. What if she disappointed him? He’d been so sweet and considerate. “Adam… I don’t know about this. I’ve never been able to, you know… Not like that.”

“Do you trust me?”

“As I’m currently spread out naked before you, I’d say it’s rather obvious that I trust you.”

His wolfish smile made her belly flutter with nerves and desire for something far more than the next orgasm. He was making her want things that only yesterday she’d said she was done with forever.

“Try to relax and let me have my fun. Clear your mind. You did it once before, so let’s see if you can do it again.”

“Is this fun for you?”

“What do you think?”

“But you’re not getting to…”

“Say it.”

Looking up at the ceiling, she prayed for deliverance. “Come.”

“I’ve got a hot, sexy woman naked and spread out before me—to use your words. What’s not fun about that?”

Abby’s thighs trembled as he parted them with broad shoulders and began with kisses and caresses that had nothing to do with the part of her that burned for him. Rather he focused on her lower belly, the place where her leg met her torso, which she discovered was an erogenous zone. After he’d driven her slowly mad with many minutes of teasing and tormenting, he blew a stream of cool air over the hair that covered her.