Adam's Eve

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She was going insane, of that June had no doubt, skipping up the stairs while pulling Raul along, under the full glare of so many people. Intentions all too clear.

But she didn't care. She was too swamped by the need coiling tighter and tighter inside her to care.

Too swamped to care about anything but him, the man who crashed his lips to hers immediately they reached the apex of the stairs, the man who gripped her by the thighs, hoisting her up. The one whose waist she wrapped her legs around like they'd always been doing this.

His tongue swept out, sliding across her lips, and she allowed him entry with an urgency that stole her breath. Two months of denying her feelings for this man was kicking back at her with a vengeance.

She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, drawing him deeper into her, chest to chest, his tongue exploring every recess of her mouth. A door clicked open and they entered a room.

It took Raul throwing her onto a bed so he could take of his white T-shirt and his black shorts leaving him in only his boxers for her to realize that they'd entered her parents' bedroom and she was on her parents' bed.

Oh God! When she'd asked if she could throw a party here, her parents' only condition had been that she not let any of her friends into any room to have sex.

She'd already defied that condition by allowing Eva and Adam a guest bedroom to romp. This was the ultimate taboo.

She had to giggle at her own thought.

“What's that?”

Raul raised a brow at her as he began knee-walking across the large king size bed, his expression positively dubious and his eyes promising her nothing but pleasure.

Lord help her, the man was beautiful!

Her breath hitched when her eyes fell on his arousal, straining and bulging hard against his elastic cotton boxer. She'd thought his flaccid dick was big enough when she stripped him at the night club last week.

But now that he was erect, his dig was even bigger. So much bigger. There was no way it was going to fit inside her pussy.

“Believe me sweetheart, it will fit. But the fitting is not even the problem. The problem is stopping once I'm inside you.” Raul said raspily, making her realize she'd spoken out loud.

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”

At her command, his head dipped down, meeting her ready tongue and letting their taste organs tangle. He wedged his hands between them, fondling her breasts as his lips continued to attack hers.

And then the uncertainties kicked in. What did Raul want out of this night? Just some minutes ago he'd been doing a body shot on and kissing another girl. Was he just grabbing a night's opportunity for some fun? Did he want something more like she did?

Hell, screw it! She wasn't going to allow these insecurities to get in the way of her enjoying this moment. She wanted Raul too much right now. She would deal with the consequences later, but right now, she was going to let herself go.

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“I knew this was just a matter of time.” Eva was still squealing a minute after June and Raul had disappeared into the west wing hallway. “I don't think I've ever read anything so romantic in any book. Insults, a slap, and then a passionate kiss. Wow!”

Adam chuckled as he buried his face in her neck, wrapping his arms around her while he breathed in her fruity citrus scent. God she smelled so good, despite how sweaty their wild time in the room had gotten them.