her body. It surged and grew at her very core where one finger moved, stroking in and out of her, and others rubbed so deliciously. She writhed to meet him, biting his lips, bucking until he held her steady with one heavy thigh over hers, still stroking and rubbing and kissing until the rushing pleasure intensified to sharpness, slashing its way up and breaking like a torrent.
Her mouth opened wide in a cry she couldn’t have kept in if she’d tried. Muttering, he hardened his kiss on her clinging lips as orgasm rocked her. His hand stilled, just holding her as she came and came.
When her eyelids finally fluttered open, he released her mouth. He was smiling. “Wow,” he said and, without warning, slid his body between her legs and entered her.
It was almost ridiculously easy because she was so wet and relaxed after her amazing climax. More than that, every sensitised nerve inside her thrilled and leapt as he pushed his way in. For a moment, he held still, gazing down at her face as if for signs of distress. The thread of fear and memory tightened again, threateningly.
“Adam,” she said in panic. “Adam…”
“Yes. Again, for me,” he whispered, kissing her, smiling and kissing her again. “You know you want to.”
He stirred inside her, very slightly, and suddenly she did want to. She wanted to very badly. She wanted him to find his pleasure in her, to come inside her and bring her even an echo of that first astounding joy.
She arched up into him, gasping at the feel of him inside her, so hard and long, filling her, stretching her. He began to move, very gently yet relentlessly, undulating, stroking, each time pulling back a little farther. It felt good, awesomely good, and so she moved with him, meeting his every thrust with one of her own. Feeling the pleasure as her muscles contracted involuntarily around him, she made them do it again and had her reward in his groan of pleasure.
His arms, his whole body were trembling.
“What is it?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?“ His breath caught on a tense, soundless laugh. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing is wrong.” He bowed his back to bend his head to her breast and suck on her nipple and thrust inside her, strong and hard.
She cried out, more at the sudden, blazing pleasure than at the force of it, but he immediately gentled his action, and she suddenly understood the shaking. He was desperate to come; he needed to come and was holding off with considerable effort, just to extend her pleasure. The realization excited her beyond anything else.
She pushed up onto him, hard. “Do it,” she whispered. “Adam, just do it.” She bucked under him again and again and realised she liked it at least as much as the achingly slow lovemaking.
“Do what?” he panted, teasing, although his eyes gleamed and burned.
Oh, but she could play this game, this new, amazing, fabulous game. “Fuck me,” she said clearly. “Fuck me hard like you want to, because I want it too.”
He groaned. “Jesus, JK…” She squeezed and twisted on him, and he slammed into her, pulling back to repeat it in faster and faster rhythms that left her breathless and so quickly overwhelmed that she couldn’t follow him. It took only a wild, intense minute until she exploded helplessly around him. He panted, groaning, and yet she saw him smile just before she seized his mouth in hers. He rammed into her once more, and his groan became a shout of triumph that echoed around her own heart. Hot seed spilled inside her, completing her, and he collapsed on top of her in very obvious joy.
She stroked his head, his shoulders as they came slowly, blissfully back to earth.
“Did you program all that detail?” she asked in wonder.
He grinned into her shoulder and lifted his head. “Some of it, with help from a couple of doctors.”
“You are one dirty bastard,” she observed, and he threw back his head and laughed.
Chapter Thirteen
“Did you get all that?” Sera asked Blair as they walked along the gallery from the testing lab to the stairs.
“Well, no. I heard your thoughts but not the responses of the others. And although I could see you and Jilly walking around, I couldn’t see this Adam.”
“Didn’t you even feel his presence?” Sera asked. “Like a spirit? Like a fellow dead person?”
“No. If he’s really in that machine, it hides him pretty effectively. What did you think?”
“That he’s bloody attractive for a