Adam swallowed his tongue. Of all the things he expected would happen this evening, this was not one of them. Oh fuck, how he had envisaged it would, but no fantasy compared to the real thing which was now standing before him. He stared at her, afraid to act...afraid to blink...in fear she would somehow disappear and it would end up being nothing more than a dream.

The only thing moving in the room, was the thrashing of his heart in his chest as it tried to pump any blood left which hadn't immediately surged south when she dropped her dress. His erection sprang to life and pounded with the same intense beat, tightening his slacks to the point of pain, but he resisted the urge to adjust himself from the pinch.

She was abso-fucking-lutely perfect. The smooth ivory of her skin glowed in the soft light, framed against the New York night. The sight of her rivaled the finest work of art he had ever laid eyes on. Taking in the proud tilt of her chin, he allowed his eyes to skim down to her full, perfectly rounded and firm breasts. Two pert rosy nipples hardened under his perusal, seeming to beg for his lips to wrap around them.

Swallowing hard, his eyes continued to burn over her, taking in her sleek waist and softly swelling hips. Her panties were nothing more than a wispy silken triangle with strings resting on her delicate hips, causing Adam's fingers to itch to rip them from her body and reveal the rest of her secrets. Clutching his hands to his sides, he continued to admire her shapely legs all the way down to her dainty feet encased in sparkling heels.

God, he wanted to take her to bed.

Gradually, he worked his eyes back up to hers. He couldn't breathe. His heart gave a hard lurch when their gazes locked and he thought surly he was going to have a heart attack. Everything in Adam screamed for him to take her, but he didn't give in. He continued to stare at her, his body so tight he felt his muscles might snap from the tension.

Every male chromosome ached to hold her tight. He wanted to worship her body for hours until they were both exhausted and then do it all over again. But, underneath all the lust and desire, was a truth that rocked him to his very core and made him hesitate.

He wanted her beyond tonight.

If he gave in now, would that be the end or only the beginning? Judging by the sheer determination in her smoky gaze, he had a feeling this was a onetime only deal and he knew that would not be nearly enough for him. His mind worked double time to come up with something to say without sounding like a fool or, heaven forbid, insulting her, but so far...nothing came to mind.

She shifted slightly, jerking Adam's attention back to her face and the glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes. "Adam?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out except a croak. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "I...you...I...shit."

A small smile curled up her lips. "That wasn't even a complete sentence," she softly teased.

"You've left me speechless," he whispered, running a hand through his hair.

"Then maybe," she took a couple tentative steps towards him, "we shouldn't waste time talking."

Gently, she reached out and traced a finger down his jawline. A shudder coursed through him, making Adam groan deep in his throat. Still, he managed to keep his hands to his sides, but when she started to undo the first few buttons of his shirt, he lifted them, closing them around hers and stopping her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked tightly. "You may change your mind and frankly, Abigail, I won't be able to stop." Her nearness almost killing his resolve and stomping it beneath the spike of her heels. Adam's body throbbed and shook with a need he had never felt before from her light touch, setting his skin on fire.

Grey eyes bore into his. "I'm standing naked in your living room, Mr. Steele," she replied huskily. "I think my mind is pretty much made up. I want you now. That is..." she paused, running a pink tongue across her lips, "unless you don't want me."

Adam's cock slammed into the confinements of his pants. His breathing became more of a pant and sweat broke out above his lip...he was done. Lost. There was no more control left to keep the restraint intact. With a feral roar, he gave in. Wrapping her in his arms, he crushed Abigail to his chest. Holding her tight, he leaned down and buried his face in her neck.

"I want you more than I've wanted anything," he murmured, his lips moving over the curve of her shoulder as if they had been starved for the taste of her.

Tilting her head back, she moaned. "Then why are we still talking?"

A smile eased its way across his lips. Pulling back, he looked down into her beautiful face. "Because you won't shut up, Abigail." Slowly, he reached up and ran his thumb lightly along her jaw. The simple touch caused her breathe to shudder. "Oh, Abigail...you have no idea how I have dreamed of this moment."

Bending down, he placed his lips on hers and kissed her. Adam felt her soft sigh on his lips and when she melded her almost naked body into his...everything changed.

Suddenly, gentle turned to heat and caring into need, turning the kiss hungry with desperation. A clashing of lips, desire and lust. Adam's hands skimmed over her body feverishly as if he couldn't believe she was actually there. No longer did he want to think about tomorrow, or even later. He only wanted to focus on the now.

Thrusting his tongue deeper into her mouth, he gripped her thighs and lifted them up around his hips, until her legs were wrapped around him like a little monkey. Her hands anchoring into his hair, pulled his mouth harder against her own as she gripped him tightly. Her kiss tasted of anticipation, excitement and pure feminine heat and he wanted to savor it. Groaning, he cupped her full bottom and continued to kiss her as he made his way up the stairs to his bedroom.

Only when they were both in need of air...did he release her, setting her gently down on the mattress. His blood pumping harder at the sight of her as he had always imagined. Naked with her glorious mahogany locks spread out in splendid waves. Sometime between the living room and their trip to his bed, he had managed to remove every pin holding it in place. Freeing it so it could fall and leaving a trail behind them like breadcrumbs.

Adam didn't trust himself to speak. If he opened his mouth, he was likely to start chewing through her thong panties until they were shredded and he was spitting out bits of elastic. Looking down at her, he watched as her chest rapidly rose up and down as she panted. Her cheeks were tinged with desire, the flush running down to cover her body in a rosy glow. He would never see anything more lovely again.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said, his voice nothing more than a guttural growl. "You take my breath away."

"And you...," she rose up on her knees and slowly crawled over to him, about dropping him to his. "Have far too many clothes on."

Reaching up, she gripped the lapels of his coat and jerked them down, struggling to pull them past his shoulders. Adam's body slammed into overdrive and he about tore the damn thing in two getting it off. His shirt didn't fare much better and he would probably spend the next six months trying to figure out where his cufflinks sailed off to, but it was so fucking worth it when her hands landed on his bare skin.

Her soft touch was everywhere and yet not nearly enough. Pulling her closer until her breasts were crushed against his chest, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and was rewarded by one of her hands clutching his shoulder while the other glided around his middle and spread out against his back. The slow dragging of her finger nails across made his senses reel. She kissed him with such unrestricted hunger, it undid him.

With a growl, he gently pushed her back. Following her down this time, his hips falling into the cradle of her opened thighs. The heat of her desire singeing him through his slacks. Rolling his hips, he pushed his arousal hard into the heat and she bucked against him, making a low mewling sound that drove him crazy.

Releasing her mouth, Adam ran his tongue down the column of her throat, pausing to nip and taste his way down to her breasts. Her nipples were tight from passion and the chill of the air. Perfect and ready for his exploring mouth. Taking one of the delicate buds, he stroked his tongue over the taunt flesh, flicking it gently with the tip of his tongue.

Her hips tilted sharply up into his. "Adam..."

Sucking her deeper into his mouth, she dove her hands into his hair, entangling her fingers and dragging him by the scalp closer. It was if she couldn't get enough and he knew exactly how she felt because he was suffering from the same affliction. He was floating between the clouds and heaven. Her skin against his combined with her uninhibited responses sent him whirling into a state of bliss and shattered him into more fragments than he could ever hope to retrieve.

His eyes stared into hers as he nibbled on the tip of her breast before releasing it and giving attention to the other. Pulling the tight peak into his mouth, he greedily lavished it with his tongue before allowing it to slide slowly from his mouth and blowing a breath across the glistening tip.

"Oh God...yes." Abigail gasped, arching up, her back bowing off the bed. Her head tossing from one side to the other as his hand went to her other breast and gently rolled her nipple. "Please...," she ground out.

"What you want, baby?" Adam placed one palm under her head and turned it towards him so she was forced to look at him while he ran his tongue around the tip. The light grey of her eyes turned to a hazy, dark ash in her desire.

"More...," she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of head as her hips jerked forward.

Her movements had his erection swelling hard against her body and he shuddered violently. Easing his hand away from her breast, he glided it down the smooth expanse of her belly, pausing just above the line of her panties before dipping the tip of his finger under the elastic band and running it leisurely back and forth. Placing his mouth over hers, he swallowed her gasp.

Adam fully intended to tease and make her pant, but Abigail had other ideas. Impatient, she released his hair and grabbed his hand, shoving it further down her panties. It was his turn to have his breath taken away when he encountered the heat of her wetness coating his fingers as they easily slid into the folds of her pussy.

"Oh...fuck," he groaned as the last bit of his control snapped.

Rearing back, he grabbed her panties and ripped them off her body, tossing the scraps to the side. With speed he didn't know he possessed, he kicked off his shoes, impatiently pulled off his socks and tore his pants off his body in one fluid movement.

Turning back to her, Adam scooped her up, his lips claiming a searing kiss before he tossed her up on the pillows and loomed over her. Her chest rose and fell erratically as she watched him. Her swollen lips were parted and her eyes grew wide at the sight of him, but that didn't stop her from reaching out and touching.

With an excruciating slowness, she slid a finger over his swollen balls to the base of his cock in a teasing touch. Grazing two fingers up his erection, she rubbed the droplet at the tip over the sensitive head. His body jerked violently, his breath surging out of his mouth in one long drawn out moan that shattered the silence of the room.

"Ah...Abigail," Adam hissed.

Crashing down onto her, he pushed his tongue into her mouth as he grabbed her hips and ground himself hard into her hand. Her satisfied moan spurring him on as her little nails dove into his back adding a delicious bite of pain to the mix. She was right there with him, her need matching his own. And fuck, he loved every minute of it.

Holding himself up with one arm, he hovered over her. Locking eyes with hers, he allowed his other hand to drift down between the valley of her breasts, over her rib cage and lower still. The tips of his fingers blazing a trail down the center of her abdomen until his fingers expertly found the damp curls between her spread legs.

A slow, deep moan escaped her as he parted her with the pad of his thumb, revealing the glistening evidence to his gaze. Grazing the very edges of her pussy lips with a finger, he felt her heat, slick and ready.

"You are so wet," he murmured with appreciation and a touch of awe, his cock doubling in size. He found her swollen nub and flicked it softly.

"Oh...Adam...Please..."

Giving in to her pleading, he slipped one finger inside her, slow and steady. Her hips bucking up to take more of him.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, boldly stroking, pulling out until the tip of his finger hit her clit. Circling it several times, he slid his finger back inside, relishing the tight feel of her walls gripping him. Pulling back out, he added another, pushing deeper, stretching her...making her whole body move to his rhythm. Faster and faster, in and out, his thumb working her nub, raising her up until she was thrashing and wailing underneath him.

"That's it, baby. Come for me."

Her moans of pleasure almost made him come as she climaxed crying out his name as she started to convulse around him. Her hips jerked, her body arched up tight and his hand was flooded with her sweet juices. It was the most beautiful thing in the world and he experienced a profound pleasure as he helped her ride through the waves of her orgasm. The first of many he intended to give her.

When her legs collapsed and went limp, he leaned down and pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking and coaxing while his fingers continued to ease in and out until she began to whimper all over again. Pulling away briefly, Adam fumbled with a drawer next to the bed. Pulling out a long strip of condoms, he pulled one off with his teeth and tossed the others aside. Ripping the package open with impatience, he quickly rolled it down his length.

Adam rose up over her and shifted his hips, the head of his cock finding her entrance. Looking down into Abigail's flushed face...he paused. Her lips were parted, her hair, damp at the temples, was cast about in reckless disarray and her body shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat. It was the most intoxicating sight. For a moment, he could do nothing more than simply stare at her. Burning the image permanently into his memory.

"I can't wait any longer," she panted, her hands clutching his biceps as she quivered beneath him. "Make love to me, now."

Make love to me.

The words rang in his head. Words he had never heard and had never uttered surrounded him as his cock stroked the sweet heat of her. Their eyes locked. He saw her yearning, but there was also so much more in those depths. An emotion glowed back at him, profound and wholesome and far beyond sexual desire.

With that one look, she shoved him over the edge. He would never be the same again. Linking his forearm behind one of her knees, he reared back and plunged into her body. She let out a keening cry at his powerful entry, grabbing onto his shoulders as her slick heat grabbed onto him like a fist.

Adam froze, absorbing the feel of her wrapped around him. "Are you okay?" he asked through gritted teeth, his muscles quivering with the need to move. She was so incredibly tight, he feared he might have hurt her.

"Holy crap on a cracker," she gasped. "You're so big."

Chuckling softly, Adam leaned down and gently kissed her. "Would you expect anything less from the Big Bad Wolf?" he whispered against her lips as he slowly began to move in short, shallow thrusts, allowing her body to accommodate him.

"I'm already regretting saying that," she sighed between pants.

Adam rolled his hips and then drove into her in quick powerful strokes.

"Oh...Don't...Stop...," Abigail wrapped her legs tight around his ass, angling her hips so he fell deeper into her wet warmth.

Adam slid in and out gently, making sure she was comfortable with his size. Something he never did with his other lovers. With them, he simply didn't care, but with Abigail...everything was different. It wasn't about taking his pleasure, it was more. He knew never again would the attention of other women satisfy him.

The only problem with his take it slow and easy plan, was she started moving with him. Her hips slapping up to meet his thrust for thrust. She clutched his shoulders, panting, needing and demanding. A shudder ran down his spine as she dragged lines of possession down his back. Cupping her hips, he plunged into her over and over again with wild abandon. Dropping his head down into her hair, he powered into her, passion and desire ripping along every nerve ending.

He felt her body tremble hard under his, the walls of her pussy gripping and pulling along his cock as she exploded. His own release raced along his long length. Crying out her name, he grasped her tightly to his heart and burst inside her, tensing and stilling as every last ounce of him felt as if it was being ripped from his body while she quivered and jerked in his arms.

"Holy fuck," he growled as the last waves of his intense orgasm shivered through his body.