Free Safe in His Arms by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page B

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    Adam had finally figured out what was going on. He might be a little afraid of his intense feelings for her, but she was
really
afraid. She hadn’t been intimate with a man since the fire, and obviously giving up control freaked her out.
    So he stretched out on the bed, his booted feet still on the floor, his shirt on but unfastened, and prepared for the sweet torture of having her work him over as his climax hovered ever nearer. After giving him a kiss involving lots of tongue, she moved on to his chest. He hadn’t thought his nipples were sensitive, but she proved him wrong about that.
    Breathing became a real challenge as she eased him out of his jeans and briefs. She only pushed them to his knees. He realized that was all the undressing she needed for her purposes. She’d effectively hobbled him by doing that, which might give her an even greater sense of being in control.
    When she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock, he didn’t much care whether he was hog-tied by his jeans and underwear. He just hoped to hell he wouldn’t come too fast. Between his lust for her and a long period of abstinence, he wasn’t ready to bet on his staying power.
    “You’re . . . magnificent.” Her comment was satisfyingly breathless.
    He could live with heartfelt comments like that. “Glad I pass muster.”
    “Oh, you do.” Still wearing her black bra and panties, she straddled his thighs while she caressed his pride and joy.
    “FYI, I have two condoms in my jeans pocket, right side.”
    She cupped his balls and massaged gently. “Is that a hint?”
    “Let’s call it a request.” He dragged in air. “Much more of touching me like that, and it’ll become a desperate plea. It’s been a long time, Val.”
    She smiled. “You called me Val. I like that.”
    “I’ll call you anything you want me to if you’ll grab one of those condoms.” He was trying to let her be in charge, but if she didn’t make a move soon . . . but he wouldn’t take over. That could be disastrous. She needed to direct the action.
    “Pretty soon.” With one last squeeze, she let go and reached behind her back. “I need to finish taking my clothes off.”
    He wanted to see her breasts. He did. He wanted to fondle them, too, and take them into his mouth. But sensory overload was a real danger in this situation.
    She slipped her bra free and flipped it backward onto the floor. “That’s better, don’t you think?”
    “Mm.” He wasn’t capable of coherent speech. The glory of her breasts beckoned to him. They hung there—full, round, and tipped with lush burgundy nipples. He reached for them.
    “Easy, cowboy.” She caught his wrists and leaned forward, pinning his arms to the bed as her breasts dangled inches from his mouth.
    “You’re diabolical.”
    “Just having fun.”
    “I dare you to give me a taste.” He easily could have wrenched free, but he’d agreed to play her game, so he let her tease him. If this made her feel safe, then he’d go along. He had to admit the novelty excited him, but sooner or later, he was going to explode, and he worried it would be sooner.
    “I never could resist a dare.” Dipping lower, she allowed him to capture one tight nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, he felt his orgasm shouldering its way closer. But she wasn’t immune to her needs, either. She moaned softly and rubbed the crotch of her panties against his thighs. The material was soaked.
    He increased the pressure as he drew her breast into his mouth. She began to pant. Good. This torture could work both ways. He wanted her to be as frantic as he was.
    Then maybe she’d abandon her need to control and surrender to the joy of the experience. He wanted that for her. He longed for her to trust him enough to let that happen.
    Raising up, she deprived him of the plump breast she’d offered, but when she scooted back to rummage in the pocket of his jeans, he nurtured the hope that she was ready for the main event. He lifted his