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And then his lips were hers.
She kissed him with all the passion and longing she had felt since that first encounter when he had swept in and tipped her whole world off its axis.
A lush, decadent ache spiraled within her, searing as it traveled lower, lower…
Wild quivers of pleasure went through her, weakening her kneesuntil she had to lean into him to stay upright.
His hands were gentle on her face, and then he tipped her head to the side, trailing kisses along her jaw, throat, then up again.
Once more, he opened his mouth over hers, taking firm control, his lips demanding, his tongue leading a slow, erotic stroke. Her hands threaded into his thick, silky hair, pulling hard, and the reality of it between her fingers was a thousand times better than the fantasy.
He groaned. He deepened the kiss, she kissed him right back with abandon, and her ears were buzzing…buzzing….
The door buzzer.
She tore her mouth from his.
He growled.
“Pizza,” she whispered, panting.
He huffed a frustrated breath. His chest labored, and he had a wild look in his eyes she’d never seen before.
He squeezed his eyelids shut, heaving a huge sigh.“This may be the first time in my life,” he said against her mouth,“that I’ve wanted to beat up the pizza man.”
Adam
Pizza, they say, is a lot like sex: even when it’s bad, it’s pretty good.
If sex with Eve proved to be anywhere near as good as the pizza she’d ordered, it would be mind-blowing.
“This is excellent.” He stood at the counter and sank his teeth into a third slice, the mozzarella stretching in a long strand, hanging down his fingers.
“You’re acting as if you’ve never eaten pizza.”
“It’s been a while. I try to stay away from carbs and dairy.”
“Ooh, and this has both evils.” She tipped her head.“Were you always this disciplined?”
He considered a moment, then had to give her a sheepish grin.“Yeah,” he admitted.
“What would you like to drink? I poured a mug of milk for myself. I was just going to warm it up.”
He squinted at her.“That’s two dairies.”
She shrugged.“Milk does a body good. Didn’t you learn that as a kid?”
He grimaced.“Did I ever. My dad pushed gallons of the stuff on us. Said he wanted to make sure we all grew tall. Made me averse to it.”
“But it worked, didn’t it?” Her smile was playful.“I seem to remember an evening in the Caymans when you liked milk. That wasn’t you?”
She was teasing him. And referencing their trip. He liked this.
“The exception that proves the rule.”
She flipped that wavy chestnut hair of hers.“What can I get for you?”
A condom.