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I’ve kissed Adam in many stages of his life. I’ve had his lips as a tentative adolescent, a horny teenage boy, a hesitant virgin, then a sexy man. But this kiss feels new. The slow lick of his tongue along the seam of my lips ignites a shiver down my spine. The groan that rumbles from his throat when I open my mouth strums a beat of thirst between my legs. His tongue strokes mine and I’m lost, feeling as if I’m his favorite dessert and he’s savoring me moment by moment.
I wrap an arm around his neck and press my other hand against his chest. I can’t tell whose heartbeat is faster, his or mine. This kiss is everything I’ve dreamed about since I returned, and my fingers fist his shirt so he doesn’t try to pull away. We’ve been through too much, it’s taken us too long to get here to stop now.
He tears his lips from mine and I groan, but his head falls into the crook of my neck, kissing every inch of my skin as if he’s afraid he’ll miss a spot. “God, you’re fucking delicious.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg. My eyes close and my head tilts in whatever direction he dictates. I’m a slave to his touch and his kisses.
“Never. I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long.” He pulls back, his hazel eyes smoldering. Please tell me he isn’t having second thoughts. “Only we would choose the middle of nowhere to start this.”
I jump up and he catches me. “I don’t care, just take me.”
“Here?” He looks around.
There isn’t anyone around for miles, which is the great thing about Alaska. “Yes.”
He grabs my ass and walks me over to the four-wheeler to grab another blanket, then he walks us over to the one already set on the ground. “You’ve always had me tied around your finger.”
“Don’t act like you wanted to go back on that four-wheeler and wait until we get home.”
“I never said that. It’s just you were never a—”
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him down to me. I don’t want to talk about what the old Lucy liked and didn’t. I want to discover what I like with him now.
We lie down and our hands fiddle with each other’s clothing. I go for the button and zipper on his jeans. He opens my vest and pushes my shirt up and over my head, leaving me in a pale blue bra.
He stares at me for a moment. “Fucking hell, you ruin me every damn time. I’m going to feast on your tits.” His body falls over mine on the blanket, his lips grazing my neck right below my ear. His breath grows heavier in my ear as he grinds his bulge into my core. “We have way too many barriers on.”
He gets up on his knees, unbuttoning my pants and tugging them down my body, but then we realize my boots need to come off first.
“Worst fucking clothes for this,” he mumbles.
He’s cute when he’s flustered and even sexier because he can’t wait to get me naked. I help him by standing, taking off my boots, and shimmying out of my jeans.
“Wait.” He puts up his hand to stop me before I sit back down. “I wish I could snap a picture.”
He reaches behind his head and pulls off his T-shirt, and I’m rewarded with the sight of his hard, muscular chest. Dropping to my knees, I slide my hand down the ridges of his abs, dipping under the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. His hard, long length weighs heavy in my hands, and he inhales a deep breath and closes his eyes.
Again I’m reminded of all the stages of Adam I’ve been with. The first time I touched his dick, he almost came immediately. I laugh as I remember and ruin the moment between us.
“Why are you laughing while touching my dick?” Even with his question, he’s reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra.
“I was thinking about the first time I touched you.”
“Seriously? Right now you’re having a memory?” He groans, sliding the straps of my bra down my shoulders.
“I can’t control it.”
“You could’ve pretended not to remember when I was a three-pump chump.” His gaze dips to my breasts and he sighs, licking his lips. “I’m remembering the first time I sucked on those. Prepare yourself because I’m going to make up for lost time.”
He gets me on my back, my hand having no choice but to let go of him.
“Get naked first.” I push at his chest. “I want to feel us together.”
“Bossy girl.”
He kisses me one last time, then stands and unties his boots, hops on one leg to get the first one off, then the next. By the time his pants are off, my mouth is watering at the look of him. He’s so… manly. So big everywhere. So muscled. Since the last time I remember being with him was when I was nineteen, it’s like he’s a different person. A very grown-up Adam.
“I think she likes what she sees.” He waggles his eyebrows.
