Free Take This Man by Nona Raines Page B

the dashboard and landed on the steering wheel horn.
    The
blare of the horn startled her, but the orgasm didn’t subside. The contractions
pulsed through her in waves, from her pussy to her breasts, her lips, her
fingers and toes.
    “Shit!”
Adam grabbed her foot with his free hand and tucked it under his arm. His other
hand was still working her, trying to wring another climax from her.
    “One
more, baby. Can you? Come for me one more time…”
    “I
can’t,” she gasped just as the second wave hit her, softer this time, gentle
ripples passing through her.
    “That
was beautiful,” he told her, withdrawing his fingers. “That was so good, baby.”
    “ You’re so good,” she told him, leaning against the passenger door. She felt as
boneless as a jellyfish, utterly blissed-out. Sex was always good between them.
It was when they tried talking it all went to hell.
    He
lowered his face to nuzzle her wet curls and inhale her fragrance. “Mmm…”
    She
was too sated sexually to do anything but laugh. The smell of sex permeated the
truck’s cab.
    Adam
started laughing, too. “I about shit when the horn went off.”
    “Oh,
God. We’re lucky nobody came to investigate.” Elyse knew she ought to sit up
and at least pull her dress down, but she felt too lazy to move.
    Adam
smiled and patted her thigh. “Lift up.”
    She
obeyed, and he tugged down her dress, making her presentable again. “Thanks.”
She glanced down at the floor of the cab. “Where are my panties?”
    Grinning,
Adam twirled them around his forefinger, then hooked them over the rear-view
mirror.
    “Hey!”
She tried to snatch them back, but he grabbed her hand.
    “Come
on,” he pleaded. “Let a guy savor it, huh?”
    “Oh,
fine,” she sighed, cuddling close to him. “Savor away. But only ‘til we get to
your place.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Seven
     
    Nothing
had changed at Adam’s house. The furnishings were decent but old, except for a
large screen TV in a corner of the room. Everything else was the same, in
exactly the same place, as it all was two years ago. As it had been, she
suspected, since Adam’s youth.
    It
was the house where he grew up. Adam didn’t talk about his past, but Elyse had
learned about it from another source—his brother, Matthew.
    Adam
and his younger brother lost their father when they were boys. Their mother
worked two jobs to take care of them. Even after she remarried, times were
hard. The one time Elyse came out and asked Adam about his step-father, his
answer was “He was a drunk.”
    The
look on his face and the shortness of his tone made it clear the topic was
off-limits. He hated his step-father, and moved out of the house as soon as he
was old enough to be on his own.
    As
sad as it was, the story didn’t end there. When his mother was killed by a
drunk driver, Adam lost it. He stormed into the house after her funeral and
threatened his step-father with the ass-kicking of his life if the man didn’t
clear out, then and there.
    But
Adam told her none of this. She had to hear it from Matthew.
    Elyse
wasn’t given much time to dwell on the past or her surroundings, because Adam
dragged her into his arms for a kiss.
    She
drew back after a few moments and grasped his hand to lead him to the bedroom.
She remembered quite well where it was. Adam grabbed her close again, kissing
her hungrily. Then he turned her around and backed her to the sofa. When the
backs of her knees hit it, she fell back onto it with a jounce. He fell beside
her.
    He
winked at her and smoothed the faded upholstery. “Still pretty sturdy. Remember
the last time we tried it out?”
    “I
do, indeed.” Elyse remembered every room, every place in this house where they’d
made love. And it had been making love , for her, anyway. What it was
now, she couldn’t say. But she wasn’t going to dwell on the past or worry about
the future.
    There
was only now, with this man.
    Grinning
like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, Elyse unbuttoned