Her knees were tented in front of her and he fought the urge to take his hand and… Cool it, old man. Instead, he buried his face in her tangled curls, breathing in her citrus-y scent. “Adam?” “Yes, kitten?” “Thank you for taking such good care of me.” He hugged her tighter. The thought of not having Karla in his life anymore caused a sharp pain in his chest, not much different from the pain he’d felt after Joni died. How had she gotten under his skin so fast? Adam rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re feeling better. You scared the shit out of me.” She laughed. “I won’t break, you know?” “What?” Rather than answer, she took his hand from around her waist and moved it up to cover her breast. His balls tightened. Her tit fit his hand perfectly. He chuckled and pinched her nipple until it became as hard as a pebble. He loved that little hitch in her breathing that signaled her sexual excitement. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
