Fucking great. I had a feeling it was going to be a busy shift. Maybe that was a good thing. It would keep my mind off the blue-eyed, redheaded beauty I couldn’t stop thinking about.
Chapter Twenty-Five
LYLA
After dryingmy hands with the towel, I picked up my phone. I still had another half hour before Adam would be back. If he didn’t get stuck at the station again. Twenty more minutes, and then I would drain the water from the jacuzzi tub and get out.
I was asleep when he finally came in the night before. I’d stirred awake when he climbed under the covers and pulled me close. And then morning came, and he kissed me breathless again before getting up and heading back to work. Every time I felt his lips, experienced his soft caress against my skin, I was even closer to saying screw it and forgetting about all the ways it could go wrong.
I gasped as I heard the lock on the door disengage. It swungopen and Adam appeared. He froze, eyes trained on me, and let the door slam shut behind him.
Shit. I lowered down further into the water. Luckily, the bubbles from the jets hid everything below my shoulders. Our eyes stayed locked, and the surprise in his quickly morphed into pure, intense desire.
God. The way he was looking at me made me want to throw caution to the wind. My breath caught in my throat as he stalked toward the tub and leaned his forearms on the edge. I licked my lips as my gaze traveled over the tattoos that covered his skin. The muscles that stretched up his arms twitched, like he wanted to reach out but was holding back.
“I’m jealous,” he rasped. “Looks relaxing.”
I swallowed. What would it be like to feel his hands on my bare skin? I squeezed my legs together and he looked down into the water like he sensed the movement.
Before I could consider them, words tumbled from my mouth. “You could join me.”
He cocked a brow, and his lips formed a sexy smirk. “If I get in there with you, I might not keep my promise.”
“Promise?”
“To take this slow.”
He was right. It was a bad idea. Completely opposite of what I thought I wanted. But I was pretty sure my lady parts were taking over at that point. “We could just…talk.”
“Yeah. Okay.” A throaty chuckle left his lips. “Both of us naked in a hot tub…talking.”
My lips parted slightly, forming a sultry pout as I shrugged one shoulder. “Could be fun.”
What the heck was going on with me? He studied my face like he didn’t know either. But when he stepped back and reached behind to pull his shirt over his head, heat pooled low in my belly. The ink on one arm ran all the way up, over his shoulder, and across his chest. The lines of his muscles were beautifully defined, and I wanted to lick a path along each andevery one.
Anticipation tore through my body as his hands went to the waistband of his pants. I’d once imagined him stripping out of his clothes in front of me. Once longed for it. But I’d convinced myself he wasn’t interested, firmly allocating him to the colleague box before becoming friends.
But the heat in his eyes as he stared at me, slowly lowering his pants, said he wanted so much more from me. Need and anticipation swirled inside me at the very real idea of us exploring more than “just friends”.
He stood to his full height, wearing only his boxer briefs that clung tightly to him. My gaze ran down his toned abs to the deep V that disappeared under the black fabric that outlined his hard cock. The material left very little to the imagination, and it was easy to see he was long and thick.
“I love feeling your eyes on me.” His voice dripped with want.
He moved to the edge of the tub and sat down, swinging his legs over the side. I tried to mask the disappointment when I realized he wasn’t getting completely naked.
“I plan on keeping my promise.” The sexy smirk he sent me confirmed I did a shit job of hiding my dismay.
But somewhere deep down, I was swooning hard. Because even with temptation right in front of him, he still wanted to honor my feelings.
He crossed the tub and came to stand in front of me, placing his hands on either side of me along the back. “But I have no intention of just talking.”
He leaned down and claimed my mouth, thrusting his tongue between my lips and quickly turning the kiss needy and desperate. In that moment, I wanted to experience everything with him—his touch. His mouth. His cock deep inside me.
Trailing one hand over my shoulder and down my chest, he cupped my breast and ran his thumb back and forth over my nipple. I arched into his touch, seeking more, and moaned into his mouth. The fingers of his other hand tangled in mymessy bun, tugging my head back and breaking the kiss. His lips skated across my jaw and down the column of my throat.
Pleasure raced through me as he pinched my nipple. “Adam,” I purred in response.
Before I knew what he intended to do, he had his hands on my ass and was lifting me out of the water. Pulling me against his body, he spun to settle where I’d just been, sitting with me straddling his lap. His thick, hard cock pressed against me and my chest was on full display for him.
