Plaid to the Bone by Mia Marlowe Page A

the things Adam was doing to her weren’t strictly necessary. Surely such pleasurable, such lovely, dirty things had to be wrong, but she could let his wicked fingers and blessed mouth drive her to bliss without a particle of guilt over it. If what they were doing was sinful, the sin was Adam’s.
    The second time he sent her spiraling to that dark place where her insides unraveled and her body bucked in time with the deep pulses, Cait ached so deeply, she nearly wept. She was so empty, so drawn out. It occurred to her that it was time she did a little giving.
    Cait climbed on top of Adam and kissed him, open mouthed and ravenous. She was rewarded by a feral male growl. He grasped her buttocks and kneaded her flesh with no gentleness at all.
    Good. I dinna deserve gentle.
    Adam rolled her over and pinioned her wrists together above her head with one hand. He used his other one to torment a nipple. The roughened calluses on his palm set her skin tingling.
    She strained against his grip, trying to free her hands. She wanted to explore, to caress, to give to him as he’d given to her. “Let me . . . please, Adam . . . I want to . . .” she gasped between kisses that threatened to turn her to water. “. . . to touch ye.”
    “Next time, lass,” he said, his voice passion-rough. “I’ve need of ye now and I canna wait.”
    He settled between her legs and she felt the tip of him brushing against her opening. Cait went still as he entered her, sliding slowly in with surprising ease considering the size of him. Then he stopped at the barrier of her purity.
    “I dinna wish to hurt ye, Cait, but there’s no help for it.”
    And then with no more warning, he drove his full length home.
    Cait gasped at the shock of pain, but it faded in a few heartbeats, leaving only the pleasantly full feeling of holding him inside her. His face was fixed with a look of such intensity as he gazed down at her. The raw-boned lines of his features were divided into light and dark planes in the flickering light of the fire.
    “Are ye all right, lass?” His voice was taut as a bowstring.
    She drew a ragged breath. He looked feral, dangerous. But if he didn’t finish what he’d started, she’d die on the spot.
    “Dinna stop now.”
    In answer, he pulled out and then pushed in again, filling her with his rock-hard erection. She groaned, awash in the pleasure of slick, hot flesh joined in a give-and-take rhythm. It was like the roll of a tide and just as unstoppable.
    Cait cried out again, but not with pain this time. The gasp torn from her throat was the sound of feminine triumph as she engulfed him completely.
    Adam moved inside her, his urgency building. Each time she moaned, he thrust deeper, harder. Hands joined in a white-knuckled grip, they strained against each other, surging toward some unseen destination.
    There is surrender in bliss, a kind of dying that the body welcomes. They teetered for just a moment on the brink of that abyss, then plummeted over the edge together. Cait wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles at the small of his back to keep him close. Her insides contracted around him as his seed pulsed into her.
    Spent and gasping, they clung to each other. Cait willed her heart to stop galloping and tried to measure her breaths into some semblance of normal. Finally, she and Adam fell into a somnolent rhythm as they shared her pillow.
    “Is it always like that?” she asked as she unhooked her ankles and stretched her legs.
    Still fully seated inside her, Adam propped himself on his elbows and looked down at her. “Nae, lass. It’s never been like that.”
    Her mouth formed an “oh” but she couldn’t put breath to the word.
    He smoothed her hair back from her face and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “And that was just our bodies and our wills speaking, as it were. Think what it’ll be like once our hearts are engaged and we love each other in truth.”
    “Ye think it will be better then?”
    His flat