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Deacon and Caleb follow soon after Adam. Boone and I chat a few more minutes before I yawn and tell her we'll continue our talks in the morning. When I stand up, she stands too and hugs me. "I'm so glad you're going to stay," she says. "We'll almost out number my dumb brothers. It'll be nice to have someone on my side."
Oh crap.
"Y-your brothers seem very supportive of you, Boone," I say. Not only is it the truth, but I am not so comfortable with this girls-against-the-guys thing.
"They are," she admits, "but sometimes it feels like it's me against them and now I have someone on my side."
I'm not sure what else to say so I tell her good night and hot foot it to my room.
I pace around, like I did the very first time I entered. It's been a day since Adam and I met up in the kitchen and made our plan. Now with Boone's announcement, everything is in full swing.
I stare at the bedroom door, yearning to see Adam. Talk to him. Get his reassurance that this is the right thing.
What do I do? Wait here for him? What if he stays away, worried about someone finding out about us?
Do I dare go to him?
Ugh. My head spins and I'm completely in a muddle.
It's still early and it’s possible not everyone else is asleep, though the bedrooms are large and spaced far apart on this wide hall. Still, I don't want to take any chances.
When all else fails, I decide on a soak in the tub. I run a hot bath, sprinkle in some scented salts, strip off and lower myself into the watery cocoon. Yes, this is what I need.
I close my eyes and breathe slowly, inhaling the calming aroma of the water. In addition to everything else, Boone is running me ragged with party prep. I love it, but the days are full, even without the stress of sorting out my feelings for Adam and the continual debate raging in my head over what I should do. For now, I am going to enjoy the giant tub of hot water and let the rest fall into place.
More slow breaths and I'm in that fuzzy place between awake and asleep. I think about Adam and dare to hope we can be together and everyone will be happy for us.
"Well, ain't that somethin'," a warm voice says and I jolt in the water.
Adam, wearing nothing but a pair of lounge pants and a grin is standing next to the tub. His eyes hold mine and then his gaze wanders lazily over my naked form beneath the surface of the water. His hair is damp and I assume he's fresh from the shower. I take the opportunity to enjoy the perfection of his physique. Broad shoulders, defined pecs, and a flat stomach. A layer of coarse hair is matted on his chest from the shower. His nipples are hard and I long to touch and suck them.
Touch and suck other parts too.
I lower my gaze and see he's tenting the lounge pants. I sit up in the tub and bend my knees. "There's room for two," I say. His grin widens and his pants fall to the floor.
How the hell did I ever think I could leave this, leave him, and go back to boring old Connecticut?
He glides into the tub and sits facing me, his long legs stretch out and bracket me on either side. I run my hands up his calves and when I lean forward to go further, he stops me. "Not yet, kitten," he says, and I swear the water temperature has gone up to boiling since his arrival.
My knees are still bent and he puts my hands on my shins. "Don't move, sweetheart," he says, tightening his legs against my hips. He lowers his face and takes one nipple between his lips, laving the tip while his lips work the mound further and further into his mouth. I arch and he looks at me with a raised brow, reminding me I'm not to move. I whimper and clutch my shins tighter. My legs fall to the sides, allowing him more space to lean into me.
His fingers find my clit and pussy. Two digits slide into my core while his thumb taps a beat on my clit. I whimper again.
He pauses, shifting from left breast to right and says, "I told you to hold still, but you can be as loud as you want, little kitten."
"Oh, Adam," I moan. "You're killing me."
He grins and lowers his mouth to suckle my right nipple.
My ass tightens against the smooth base of the tub, and I do my damnedest not to move but every inch of me is on fire and I can feel an orgasm building fast.
"I'm going to come if you keep doing that," I manage to say in a throaty voice.
In response, he puts a third finger into my pussy and goes in hard and rough. My fingernails dig into my shins, and he nips at my breast with his teeth.
I come in a careening wail which echoes off the marble walls of the bathroom. When I come down from my orgasm, he gently removes my hands from my legs. "You did a great job, Kit," he says and kisses me, tender at first and then it turns fierce.
I cling to him and he stands, our mouths still fused together. He steps out of the tub and puts my feet on the floor, then ends the kiss, grabs a towel and dries me off before rubbing it over himself in a way that melts my insides. Damn. He makes using a towel hot as fuck.
