Free Healing Hearts by Taryn Kincaid

and open. She’d never experienced such strangely compelling sensations.
    She wanted Adam to touch her there.
    The thought shocked her. But not enough to keep her from spreading her legs a little, and writhing beneath him as if to instinctively guide him where she wanted him.
    “Adam.” She whimpered, nearly crying, so great was this new need.
    Although Adam braced himself on his elbows and forearms, his weight, the feel of his strong, firm muscles crushing her into the cushions, made her belly contract and stoked her powerful need. Lust for him overwhelmed her. How had she lived all her years without this? Without this man? Her arms looped around his neck. His crisp juniper scent dizzied her with desire. Through his trousers, she felt the hard ridge of his bulging erection.
    Suddenly, she was very glad she was a country girl, not completely ignorant of what took place between males and females. She fumbled with his buttons, but he moved her hands away.
    “I want to touch you now, poppet.”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. I need you to.”
    He seized her hem, pushing her scattered skirts up, past her knees, past her thighs. Cool air struck the naked skin above her stockings. She closed her eyes and bathed in Adam’s warmth as he lovingly caressed her legs.
    She sucked in a breath. “Oh, Adam.”
    He kept up the mesmerizing massage, his hand moving higher and higher along the inside of her thigh, tearing soft sighs from her. She wanted more, so much more. She ached and throbbed. She knew he could feel how wet she was. She pushed against him in desperation.
    “I don’t want to hurt you, Emma.” She heard the strain in his voice.
    Her lashes parted and she gazed up at him. His eyes burned with raging need. “You cannot. Except when you stop touching me. That is torture. I’m on fire for you.”
    She spread her legs wider and her blatant invitation wrenched another groan from him. His hand glided up her leg. He cupped her mound, easing a finger into her swollen sex.
    “Merciful heavens.” Emma sucked in another shivery breath. The erotic invasion was like nothing she had ever experienced. Only this man could thaw her heart so completely. Her blood thundered in her ears, pulsed in her sex. Adam withdrew his finger slowly.
    “No,” she cried, grasping at his hand, bereft at the sudden feeling of emptiness, an emptiness she desperately needed to be filled.
    “Stop?”
    “No!”
    He slid his finger back into her.
    “ Oh. Oh, yes.” Her head fell back against the cushions and she moaned.
    “Like wet silk. Tight and slick.”
    The wonder in Adam’s voice made her tremble. She knew he’d done this before, but he made her feel the art of lovemaking was as new to him as it was to her. She felt their mutual desire swirl around them like a living thing, holding both of them enthralled. She clenched her feminine muscles.
    “By all that’s holy,” he ground out.
    The glide of his finger had her clutching his shoulders, the cushions beneath her, and yet it was not enough. She gripped him with her inner muscles again. “Adam.” She whispered his name as if it were a prayer, moaned the syllables in a voice that broke with passion.
    He teased her, withdrawing his finger and then slipping it back into her. Slowly. So excruciatingly slowly. In. Out. Again. And again. Her juices poured from her. His rhythm hastened. The slippery sucking sound as his finger entered and withdrew had her writhing. The tension within her increased as the pad of his thumb stroked back and forth over her throbbing button.
    “Adam. Adam, please. ”
    She dug her fingers into his shoulders as a need both exquisite and indescribable built. She was certain something had to happen, but she was not sure what. She knew only that he had brought her to a feverish pitch that rendered her speechless. She did not know how long she could remain tottering on this brink of the beautiful unknown.
    She had no words to tell him what she wanted. She knew only