The shadows of late afternoon dappled the room in shades of gold and cream as she led Adam down the hall and paused him at the bathroom door. She dug through her case and found two condom packages, definitely looking aged. She put a hand to her forehead. What was she doing making love to a man who was this dangerous, this daring?
Was she nuts? Asking for trouble?
Or was she wise?
But what man in years had interested her enough to look at twice? None. And this one had struck her the moment he opened his mouth and challenged her.
She couldn’t refuse him and she certainly couldn’t deny herself the opportunity to explore the glory of his torso and the satin of his golden tanned skin. The power that he exuded was what had drawn her to him. The danger that he met head- on was what intrigued her. But what enthralled her was how decisively he had saved her. So now if she agreed to his seduction, well then she was allowing herself the pleasure of the ride.
She turned for the hall again, put the two foil packets into his hand and led him toward the master suite. As she approached the side of her bed, she turned to face him. With only her bikini bottom on, she knew her body told him how much she wanted him. Her breasts tingled and her nipples zinged with electricity. Her stomach flip-flopped with desire. And her pussy, so very empty of a good man for so very long, creamed so in expectation so that her thighs were coated.
But Adam was as excited as she. As needy. She could see it as his eyes flowed down her body, the sight of her making his cock twitch, stand higher, big and red.
“Take it off, Nik,” he commanded in a raw voice, nodding to the tiny scrap of material covering her pussy. “I need to see those pretty pouting lips.”