“No thinking,” he whispered as he used his tongue to draw an outline of her sex. “Only feeling.” With his hand on her trembling thigh, he urged her to move her legs farther apart. “Open for me, baby.”

She let out a whimper as she did what he asked.

“That’s it. That’s the way.” Using his fingers to hold her open, he explored every inch of sensitive, delicate skin with his tongue. He made teasing passes over her clitoris, making her gasp each time. “So sweet, so perfect, so wet.” His tongue thrust into her, teasing and retreating while his thumb pressed against the tight bundle of nerves. He kept it up, over and over, until she was thrashing and sweating and completely unconcerned about anything other than finding relief from the sweetest torture she’d ever known.

When he sucked hard on her clit and pushed two fingers into her, she lost it, screaming through the throes of something more powerful than anything she’d experienced before. It took her somewhere outside herself, outside of this room, far, far away from all her notions of what to expect from a lover.

She returned a different person, changed profoundly in the course of a single hour. All those years she’d spent with the wrong brother…

“Adam.”

His head rested on her thigh and two of his fingers remained lodged inside her. He flexed them and set off a series of aftershocks that surprised the hell out of her, but then again, he’d already surprised the hell out of her a couple of times. “I’m here, honey.”

“Come up here.”

Without removing his fingers, he did as she asked, lowering himself on top of her and taking her mouth in a hot, torrid kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue, and for once that didn’t bother her. Nothing bothered her. He’d knocked down her walls, stripped her defenses and taught her how to find the pleasure she’d missed out on in the past.

He never stopped kissing her, even as his chest hair abraded her nipples and his fingers continued to move inside her.

Abby simply couldn’t believe it when she felt the start of yet another orgasm. “Wait,” she said, breaking the kiss.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I want you in me.” She reached down to cup an erection that was much more substantial than it had been earlier.

He smiled, seeming pleased by her bluntness. “Not this time. Tonight is your night.”

“Can’t it be our night?”

His fingers continued the gentle, stimulating glide. “Another time.”

“I hope you know I’m apt to turn into a crazy stalker after this.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m going to want more. Much, much more.”