Chapters (30)
- Table of Contents
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Who's Who on Gansett Island
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Epilogue
- Waiting for Love Contest
- Gansett Island FAQ
- Treading Water
- Other Books By Marie Force
- About the Author
- Reviews
“Shhh. Feel.” He squeezed for emphasis and smiled when she tensed up again before relaxing her muscles. “That’s it.” He slid his fingertips lightly over her bottom, letting one of them follow the line of the thong. That drew a sharp inhale from her. “Easy, honey. Relax. Let me touch you.”
“Not there.”
“Everywhere.” He leaned forward to kiss her neck as his finger delved deeper, pressing against pleasure points until she wriggled under him, straining for more. Leaving her wanting, he withdrew and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the panties, dragging them halfway down, until the elastic was snug against the slope of her bottom. The sight was so erotic, he had to look away for a minute or risk embarrassing himself.
The guttural moan that came from her was even more erotic as was the scent of her arousal. Even though he knew it wouldn’t help to relax her, he couldn’t resist moving so he could kiss his way down her back, stopping at her panties. Touching his tongue to the tender skin just above the waistband, he drew a line right up the middle and then came down the other side, making her gasp.
“Adam…”
“Feel good?”
“So good. I didn’t know…”
“You didn’t know you liked to have your bottom kissed?”
She dropped her head to the pillow, groaning. “Do you have to say it like that?”
Laughing at her dismay, he said, “Yes, because it turns you on. Knowing what you like turns me on, too.
“It does?”
“Uh-huh.” He tugged on her hips. “Lift up on your knees.”
“I don't think—”
“You’re not thinking, remember?”
Sighing, she did as he asked.
He arranged her so her bottom was raised and her chest pressed to the bed. She’d wrapped her arms around a pillow, almost as if she needed something to hang on to. “That’s it,” he whispered, blowing lightly on her bottom and watching as goose bumps formed on her skin. The reaction pleased him. Everything about her pleased him. He took advantage of her new position to kiss and lick and nibble on her cheeks until she was writhing and pressing back, looking for more.
Adam added his fingers to the mix, sliding them over the silky damp fabric between her legs, making teasing passes over her clit until she was nearly begging him.
That was his cue to move things along. He reached for the condom he’d left on the bedside table and put it on quickly before he eased her panties slowly down her trembling legs. When she wasn’t expecting it, he leaned forward and dragged his tongue in a half circle, making her scream.
He loved making her scream, he realized as he did it again, leaving her teetering on the verge of release when he turned her onto her back. Adam pushed her hair out of her face as she reached for him, seeming almost desperate.