‘Adam,' Marietta cried as he pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. ‘I ache for you. I never knew it could be like this.'

‘Neither did I,' he told her. One hand left her breast to travel downward and find the creamy heat between her thighs. Her sable curls were drenched, and his fingers slid easily between her swollen lips to find her clitoris, already standing out from its protective hood. ‘You are the most responsive woman I have ever known. Take your ...