Free Healing Hearts by Taryn Kincaid Page A

that she wanted, needed, hungered for him.
    “Adam, you must! ”
    Emma clamped her thighs closed, impeding his movements. She spread her legs again, wider than before, thrashing and bucking, nearly crying, as she urged him on in a rush of excitement.
    “Must what, sweetheart?” he growled.
    “Must do something… more! ”
    He stroked her again, the finger inside her penetrating deeper and faster, the swirling pressure of his thumb relentless over the nub where all her sensations seemed centered. He glided a second finger into her.
    And then, suddenly, everything inside her completely shattered in a spectacular hail of pleasure and bliss. Her body arched and bucked as her muscles convulsed and her mind went blank. Torrents of pure delight broke over her, cresting, sweeping her away. This man. This beautiful man. He had done this magical thing to her.
    After a long moment, she slit her eyes open and gazed up at him from beneath her lashes.
    “ Oh. Oh, Adam. That was beyond anything. ”
    Adam looked down at her, his smile brilliant. But strain knotted his brow. She sensed the tension that still gripped him, and touched his bare chest.
    “Emma, I—” He shook his head and gently eased her hand away from his hot flesh.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She’d never allowed anyone such shocking intimacies as she’d allowed him. After the wondrous things he’d just done to her, she wanted him closer. She wanted him to envelop her in his strong arms, wrap his body around her, so she could satisfy him too. She wanted to slide her legs over his hips and rub her still throbbing sex against his hot, hard groin.
    His face tightened, as he clenched his jaw. His set expression jarred her.
    “I…will embarrass myself if you touch me again.” The rawness of his voice thrilled her. “Do you take my meaning, Emma?”
    Emma’s face flooded with heat. Her gaze flew to front of his trousers. No denying the urgency of the huge erection tugging at the black cloth. She touched him deliberately. His cocked leaped, making the woolen material confining him twitch, and tearing an impassioned groan from his throat.
    “Make love to me, Adam. I want to feel you inside of me.”
    He arched away from her questing hand and ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t tempt me, Emma. I want you more than I can bear.”
    She reached toward him, nudging open a button.
    “Didn’t you tell me lust could be contained?”
    Adam squeezed his eyes shut, as if battling for restraint. “To a point. That I’ve already passed. It’s been a long time for me, poppet, and I—” He sucked in a breath. “The way I feel about you goes well beyond lust, Emma.”
    “I feel the same,” she whispered, suddenly in awe of him, of everything that was between them. And yet…so earthy and feminine and human, shimmering with the strength of her womanly power. She flicked a second button. The combined force of their mutual desire shattered the last tattered remnants of his control.
    “Dear God, Emma. Are you very sure?”
    “Beyond words.” Her voice shivered with her need. She gripped his shoulders and spread her legs for him.
     
    Adam looked down at the glorious woman writhing beneath him. He wanted to take the time to savor her, but he could not. It had been too long. And he wanted Emma too much. God, how he wanted her. She deserved this moment to be wonderful and painless. But the way she moved and cried his name gave evidence of her own powerful need and desperation, her hunger like a living creature demanding to be satisfied. He was afraid he’d come the moment he drove into her.
    “The next time it will be better, sweetheart,” he promised.
    “Nothing can be better than this moment.”
    “Such certainty.” He gazed at her and smiled. “Nevertheless, it will be. I shall make it so. Or die trying.”
    Adam’s hands shook, but he somehow managed to get the rest of his buttons undone without popping any. He prepared her again, with deep, drugging kisses that