The Sweetest Seduction, Breakaway Hearts by Crista McHugh Page B

never wanted, never needed a man this badly. Her hips protested against his weight now, frantically trying to break free and find the perfect angle where he’d fill her.
    Adam reached out and whacked his hand against the nightstand. The sound startled her for only a moment before her body resumed its rhythmic undulations that broadcasted how she was more than ready for him.
    “Wait,” Adam said in a low groan. A drawer slid out, followed by the crinkle of a foil wrapper. He lifted his body from hers to roll the condom onto his fully erect cock. “Now we can continue.”
    As soon as the words left his mouth, he slid into her with such force, her heart stuttered. Four years of celibacy had taken its toll on her body. His cock stretched her walls with a burning pleasure-pain that stole her breath away. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and waited for it to pass.
    “Sorry.” Adam remained still, gently placing tiny kisses on her cheeks. “I’ll try to be more gentle.”
    But as quickly as the pain hit her, it faded, leaving behind a void that demanded fulfillment. “Don’t be,” she gasped.
    Despite her plea, he moved slowly at first, drawing out each stroke while his mouth kept hers occupied. Back and forth he went, his hips positioned at the perfect angle to hit the sensitive place inside. Her toes curled from the delightful friction. Her breath hitched in anticipation for the next thrust. Her hips rose in time to take him deeper and deeper.
    As the minutes went on, his tempo quickened. A place deep within her tightened, throbbed, seized control of her. Incoherent words tumbled from her mouth. The only thing she recognized was his name. Over and over, she murmured it, begging him to continue, to take her over the edge.
    “Please, Lia.” His voice was tight, pained as he pleaded with her. “Please come for me.”
    She frantically tried to hold on to him, to keep from tumbling blindly over the cliff she was on, but her efforts were futile. She was already lost. She closed her eyes and tightened her arms around him, sucking a final breath before surrendering to the explosion inside.
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    Adam gritted his teeth and tried to fight off the increasing pressure that started in his balls and had worked its way up to the head of his cock. He had no idea what Lia’s Italian mutterings meant, but he assumed she was close to coming. He quickened his pace, so desperately wanting her to experience the same bliss he knew awaited him.
    Seconds after he asked her to come, her body tensed. Her thighs squeezed around his waist, her hips rising off the bed. Her fingers dug into his back. She gulped for air, fighting him, refusing to give in until she finally snapped.
    Her cry of pleasure signaled that he’d achieved his goal. Her sex clenched around him, tightening and releasing with an intense ferocity he couldn’t resist. With one final thrust, he surrendered. Heated ecstasy rushed through his veins, more potent than the finest cognac, drowning him in waves of pleasure. And yet, he still kept his hips pumping, still kept moving inside her, still wanting the sensations to last as long as possible.
    Finally, it became too much. He collapsed, his body shaking and spent. Lia trembled beneath him. Her murmurings, distant at first, became clearer as his mind came back down from its post-orgasm high. He propped himself up on his elbows and found himself laughing.
    Lia’s eyes widened. “What’s so funny?” she asked.
    “I suppose I need to take an Italian class if I want to understand what you’re saying when you come.” He rolled off the bed to dispose of the condom, trying to ignore the jealous thoughts of her saying those same words to some past lover. He wanted those words, whatever they meant, to be for him and him alone.
    “I—” she began before ending with a heavy sigh. “Ever since I moved to Italy, my brain has been hard-wired to think in Italian. I even dream in it.”
    He crawled back into the bed, pulling