All I Ever Need Is You (The Sullivans #14)(14)

by Bella Andre

Fun. She could just have fun tonight without it ruining the rest of her life. And pleasure, too. More pleasure than she’d ever had before. More pleasure than she’d ever thought was possible.

She didn’t need to keep doubting, didn’t need to keep worrying.

For one night she could just let go and feel.

“I will.”

The words were barely out when he lowered his mouth only a breath from hers to seal the deal. And if somewhere in the back of her head her I will sounded a little too close to the marriage vows she’d heard countless brides say to their grooms, she forced the recognition away.

Adam Sullivan would never be her forever and she could never let herself forget it. No matter how good he might be able to make her feel.

Starting with a first kiss she wanted more than she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life.

* * *

Adam swore he could taste Kerry’s lips already, even though he hadn’t kissed her yet. So sweet, but surprisingly spicy, too. And hot. So hot that he already knew their first kiss would blow every other one out of the water.

Lord, he wanted her. Wanted to strip off her clothes and have her naked beneath him. Right here in the suite’s entry, and then again in the bathtub, and then in the enormous bed—all in a desperate attempt to try to sate his appetite for her. But at the same time, a part of him wanted to draw out the anticipation as long as possible. He’d always known anticipation was hot, but he hadn’t had a clue it could be this hot.

And maybe he would have kept them just like that, their lips a breath away from touching, their bodies just as far apart, had it not been for the desperate little sound Kerry made. One that demanded his kiss as much as it begged for it.

As his lips finally touched hers, he found out that she truly did taste better than anything else ever had. The urge to devour nearly broke him, but he somehow managed to rein it in. Again and again he deliberately brushed his mouth so gently, so softly against hers that he knew she couldn’t possibly be thinking about anything other than his next kiss. And with every brush of his lips against hers, she not only relaxed more and more, she also began to press her sweet curves closer and closer to him, her hands moving from his to come around his neck.

He cupped her hips with his hands at the same moment that he slicked his tongue over her lower lip. When she gasped with obvious pleasure, he couldn’t resist taking the kiss deeper. Thankfully, she was right there with him, her tongue tangling with his as gentle-and-soft gave way to raw desire. He was a heartbeat from pressing her up against the door, tearing off her clothes, wrapping her legs around his waist, and driving into her when he forced himself to drag his mouth away from hers.

Her usually perfect lipstick was gone and her eyes were beautifully fuzzy as she looked up at him. “Adam?”

He now knew that her gorgeous mouth could strip his control away like nothing else ever had, but just hearing his name on her lips in that slightly breathless voice meant he had to tangle his hands in her hair and kiss her again.

There wasn’t even a pretense of slow and soft this time as they jumped straight into the middle of the hottest kiss of his life. A kiss made even hotter by the way Kerry was rubbing against him as though she couldn’t get close enough.

Just as he’d known it would be, it was even harder to pull away this time, and he groaned at the effort it took to hold himself in check, at least long enough to take off her clothes.

“The first time I looked at you, I wondered what you’d look like with your hair tangled from my hands, your mouth swollen from my kisses, your skin flushed from the heat between us.” He took her hands in his and slowly moved them from his neck so that he could take a step back and look at her in her pretty dress with her hair falling over her shoulders. “I want to remember this, want both of us to remember the first time I stripped you bare.”

Her breath caught again as he let her hands go and brushed her long hair back from her shoulders, then ran his hands down her back to her waist. Neither of them looked away from each other as he slowly untied the sash that held her dress closed. He could feel how hot her skin was beneath the thin silk and how sensitive she was to even the slightest touch as his fingertips brushed over the skin he was baring.

He slid open the fabric, pushed it all the way off so that it pooled around her feet, and stared, awestruck, at Kerry wearing nothing but sheer lace and heels.

“My God, you’re beautiful.” He’d known it all along, of course, but the contrast between the way she looked when she was almost nude and her previous buttoned-up elegance absolutely blew his mind.

Tracing the straps of her bra down from her shoulders to the soft flesh rising up out of the lace, he loved feeling her heartbeat skip as he cupped her fully in his hands. Her nipples beaded hard and needy against his palms, and there wasn’t a man alive who would have had the self-control not to lower his mouth to them, lace and all.

Kerry reached for him and gripped his shoulders tightly as she arched into him. But he couldn’t get enough of her like this, and without even the patience to unhook her bra, he yanked the sheer fabric down so that her breasts spilled out of the lace and into his hands and mouth.

Over and over again, she said his name as he loved first one breast and then the other and then both together when his greed for her overtook him. She was rocking her hips against his now, and it no longer mattered what he’d planned for tonight, how slowly he’d meant to strip her clothes away, how desperate he’d intended her to be before he finally put his hands, his mouth, on her.

He’d been a fool to think he could plan a damned thing where Kerry was concerned. Not when he wanted her this much.

And not when she clearly wanted him just as much.

He lifted his mouth from her breasts at the same moment that he slid one hand down into the lace that covered the vee between her legs. And, sweet Lord, did he ever love the way her eyes widened at the sensation of his fingers slicking against her wet, hot skin.

“Adam.” She instinctively moved against him, and her lids lowered as he moved inside of her. “Good. It’s so good.” She bit her lower lip for a split second before she whispered, “Too good.”

He wanted to watch her come apart for him. But even more, he wanted to feel her come apart against him—her mouth beneath his, her heart beating against his, her breasts pressed to his chest.

He slid deeper and swallowed her gasp with a kiss. With his free hand, he lifted one of her legs up around his hips, and she immediately rocked harder, faster, into his hand. The vibration of a moan rose up from her chest as her inner muscles began to pulse over his fingers.