Page 17 of Adam’s Obsession

She thought about Jack Maris with his nerdy little hard-onand she snorted again. “I’m not interested in every guy at my office.”

“Oh, really? Is there someone in particular who turns youon?”

Adam leapt to mind and her heart gave a little flutter.“Yes. There is one guy.”

“Good. Tonight while we’re talking, I want you to imagineI’m that guy. Can you do that?”

She closed her eyes, trying to imagine it was Adam’s voicecoming to her over the speakers of her computer. A sudden wave rose within her.“Yes.”

“Tell me, Wildkat…” His deep, resonant bass suddenly,somehow, sounded just like Adam. “What would you do with me if I were there?”

Presented with a mind-boggling panoply of options, Katherinehesitated. “I—I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we start with a kiss?” A lovely suggestion.

“Oh. That would be nice. He has really beautiful lips.”

“No, Kat.” His voice took on a stern tone, one that sentlittle ripples through her belly. “I’m your dream man tonight. Tell me Ihave beautiful lips.”

“Oh. Yes.” She made a quick mental adjustment. “You do. Youhave beautiful lips. I want to feel them all over me.”

“I would love to suck your lips, nibble on your tongue.”

“And my neck? Would you nibble there?”

“God, yes. Your skin is so soft there. Reach up and feel it.Touch it like I would touch it.”

Katherine stroked the tender skin of her neck. A shiverscudded down her spine. “Yes. That feels good.”

“I like it too. But you know what I’d like even better? I’dlike to draw my fingers across your clavicle, over your breastbone. Are youwith me, Kat?”

“Yes.” She was. Every step of the way. Eyes closed, bodysplayed across the pillows, with her breasts jutting toward the ceiling,nipples hard and aching with anticipation. She knew what was coming. She hopedit was coming.

She hoped she was coming.

“Down. Down. Now they’re circling your breasts. But nottouching the nipples. Not yet.”

She stopped just in time and gave a little frustrated moan.

“Oh, you’d like me to touch them, wouldn’t you?” The wordswere hissed, rumbling and resonant.

She shuddered. “Oh. Yes. Please.”

There was a long silence before he growled, like a beast ofprey, “God, how I love hearing that word from your lips.”

“Please!”

Loving the sound of that word from her lips or not, Savagedidn’t give an inch. “Please, what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Now, Kat. Can’t you be a little more specific?”

“Yes. Please touch my nipples. Please, Savage.”

“All right. I’m rubbing them gently. How does it feel?”

Electricity shot through her. “Good. So good.”