Nothing else mattered but the way his lips moved against hers as he ran his hands up into her hair and tugged her towards him. She didn’t have time to worry about her technique because his kisses were all consuming. Until this moment she hadn’t thought gentle and ravaging were possible at the same time but that was exactly Adam’s way. His hands fell from her hair, sliding down to her bottom and cupping her against him. She felt his firm, deliciously hard length press into her and when he kissed the side of her neck, it was ten times more pleasurable than she’d imagined. Someone moaned, she feared it was her but couldn’t cobble together one iota of embarrassment. She wanted him, stat, and didn’t care if he knew it. ‘Adam.’ She palmed her hands against his chest and he looked up from where he’d been kissing the skin just above the neckline of her dress. Her nipples ached at how close his lips had been but she had to get this out. ‘It’s not going to be awkward if we do this, is it?’ He cupped her face in his big, calloused palms.
