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Finally, he murmured, "I stand humbled, sweetheart. I did not do you justice. You are ... perfection."
"Even if I am spoiled and vain?" She simply could not look away from his erection, but his earlier words still rankled a bit.
"We'll argue tomorrow, if you don't mind. Right now, I have something much better to occupy our time." He settled on one elbow next to her, his long body dwarfing her smaller form, and stroked her shoulder lightly, feathering his fingers down her arm. "Does it frighten you?"
"This." He touched himself with a forefinger, wiping the crest of his erect penis where a bead of silky fluid had appeared. "I am not sure how educated you are."
"I speak five languages, thank you very much."
Adam gave a choked laugh. "I meant about sex, Britt."
"Oh." She felt a small blush heat her cheeks. Of course he did, but she had to admit at the moment she was a little intimidated. She blurted out, "I thought Theseus was large, but you are bigger."
His dark brows rose. "Not every man gets favorably compared to an ancient Greek mythological hero, but I will try not to disappoint. Later you'll have to tell me exactly what you did see this afternoon, but for now, I'd like it to be just the two of us in this bed."
Somehow, she didn't expect to be disappointed in the least. Quite the contrary, if how warm and expectant she felt was any indication. And when he leaned forward and nuzzled her throat, his lips sliding downward, her breath caught in anticipation, remembering the rapt expression on the blonde woman's face from her vision as her lover suckled her breasts.
Ariadne was exactly right, Brittany decided a blissful momentlater as his mouth settled over one tingling peak and she felt the play of his tongue across her nipple. She touched his hair, amazed at the silken softness of it in contrast to his striking masculinity. The ebony strands sifted through her fingers and a light sigh of pleasure drifted out before she even realized it.
Before long she felt a foreign kind of restlessness grip her body as he worshipped her breasts with ardent attention, his mouth and hands making her arch beneath him. When his exploring fingers slipped down her stomach, making the muscles contract sharply, she wasn't sure of his intentions when he stroked her inner thigh. He said persuasively, "Open."
The one word command didn't need further clarification, but she hedged. "Why?"
"This is where I need to be, surely you know that much." His fingers gently began to probe. "Just remember you can't scream, Britt. The last thing we need is for everyone in camp to come running and find us together."
"How bad is it going to be?" She bit her lip and kept her thighs together. If he expected her to scream, it sounded ominous. She knew a woman's first time hurt, but hadn't expected it to be that awful.
"Bad?" He gave her one of those intense looks that made her heart beat like a muffled drum. A sexy smile lingered on his mouth and his powerful nude body looked like one of the magnificent statues she'd seen in Athens, only he was very much alive, and his potent virility on full display in the form of his hugely swollen cock. "On the contrary, sweetheart, I intend for it to be very, very good. Just relax and let me show you."
He might be occasionally--or more than occasionally--the most irritating man on earth, but if there was one thing about Adam Kinmont she knew, he was very competent at whatever he set out to do. She might not like him half the time, but she did trust him.
Taking a deep breath, she spread her legs a little.
"That's it. Jesus, you are so warm and already wet, Britt." Long fingers caressed her most intimate place, parting the soft folds between her legs with a deft touch. "All satin and woman."
When a long finger actually slid inside her, she made a small shocked sound and in response, he gave her a wicked grin and pushed in a little more.
It felt forbidden and decadent, but not unpleasant, she decided, supine and acquiescent, watching from under the veil of her lashes as his fingers began to move rhythmically between her thighs. In contrast to the paleness of her skin, his hand was large and bronzed, but his touch was delicate and skillful.
Very skillful, she learned a moment later as the first true thrill of pleasure shimmered through her. "Adam," she gasped, and arched her spine.