Borrowing a Bachelor. Karen Kendall

entered her in one hot, smooth stroke that left her gasping at the fullness, the sense of being possessed, the sudden different kind pleasure that streaked through her body.

      She hadn’t seen his cock at all, but she didn’t need to, now that she felt it, now that she was deliciously impaled. He stopped only for a moment, as if to savor the act of penetrating her. Then he started to move, to pump, to groan with the pleasure of it.

      She tightened around him and ran her hands up and down his back and buttocks as he stroked into her body.

      “You’re so hot, so hot,” he murmured.

      As if he had any idea. Her insides had melted into honey, and every time he slid along the cleft of her the temperature rose in streaks and flashes, liquefying her mind into her body until she was one sweet swirl of pleasure, her only focus to reach the very pinnacle of it.

      He took her up, up, up…ever higher until she was saturated with his scent and his power, one with his motions and open, wide open to him. She lost herself.

      And then he pitched her over the edge of climax and her body convulsed and thrashed, while she ignored the raw cries that came, uninhibited, from her throat.

      Adam’s big body pinned her in place as sexual pleasure radiated through her in concentric circles, his soft groans echoing her own.

      Then the aftershocks eddied away, leaving them in a tangle of limbs, gasping, wondering, damp with exertion. Adam rolled off her, his only words profane and heartfelt.

      “You,” he said, “are…something else.”

      She moaned, her body still throbbing in places she didn’t know it could throb. “No, you are. You made me… I mean, I—” She couldn’t possibly be blushing again, could she? “Twice.”

      “Twice, huh,” Adam said. He rolled toward her again. “You sound so shocked. Should we go for the magic three?”

      She laughed raggedly. “I couldn’t possibly. I think something fell off.”

      Adam propped himself up on one elbow. His hair was tousled and his mouth held a wicked curve. Lazily, he traced her nipple with a wayward finger. “You think something fell off, huh? That sounds dangerous. I’d better find it and put it back on.”