the four sides of the building. So, yeah, though we were high up, I didn’t want to provide someone with an inadvertent peep show.
The bathroom was steamy when I left, and as I returned to the kitchen, checked the fridge, and saw there were some basic staples in there, I grabbed the carton of orange juice, and tried to pull open one of the cupboard doors that were all flat to the wall.
For a second, I stared at them in confusion. There were no handles and no way to open them from underneath. Then, Adam appeared, and he pushed the door I was staring at, and it popped open, revealing a lot of glasses, mugs, plates, and all kinds of serving dishes.
“Huh, nifty,” I muttered as I reached for a glass, which I washed twice and rinsed three times before I poured orange juice into it.
Taking a deep sip, I offered him the rest while I took a second to appreciate the fact the apartment had two bathrooms, because it meant I was looking at a partially naked Adam.
He was still slick from his shower too, his body had faint droplets curving over his muscles. I stared at his chest for a second, then my brows rose. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out, and I rubbed his left nipple.
“That’s new.”
“Got it last year,” he stated easily, before he took another sip of OJ.
For a second, I watched his throat muscles moving, the strong sinews holding my attention until he stopped drinking. Then I reverted my focus to the nipple ring.
His lips, unbeknownst to me, twitched. “Do you like it?”
I wasn’t sure if I did or not.
The silver looked strange against his dusky-brown nipple, but the way it was erect made my mouth water.
I nipped at my bottom lip even as I rubbed the ring, which was warm against my fingers.
“I-I think I do.”
“You have plenty of time to get used to it,” he told me, his tone amused. Then, he twisted his shoulder. “This is new too.”
My mouth dropped open, and I wondered how I’d missed this, how I’d failed to spot the tattoo that bridged his shoulders together in one complex design. Then, of course, I thought about when we were intimate together and how, usually, it was a quickie, or a rough fuck where I was pinned to the door or the wall.
No time to explore.
Fuck, I regretted that now. Clothes sucked.
I pushed him around, making him laugh as I maneuvered him so I could see the full tattoo.
It was large. Japanese in style. The large ripcurl wave had jagged, frothy tips at the height of the curve, and each flume of water was delineated. It was set in a sharp triangle, making the wave look like it was flowing from the triangular walls.
I traced the shape, and sighed, “Perfect.”
“Well, I try my best,” he teased. “Am I allowed to turn around now?”
I squinted at him when he was facing me once more. “You’re being very accommodating at the moment.”
“Sweetheart, accommodating you is what I was born to do,” he said dryly. “But, in this instance, I can see you’re exhausted. You have been since I found you outside that coffee shop.”
I thought about whether he was right or not, then I sighed as even that was too hard.
“If you could see how big your eyes are right now, baby,” he rumbled, reaching up and cupping my chin which I tilted to the side so I could feel his palm against my face, “you’d see why I’m bossy.”
“You’re always bossy,” I grumbled.
“True,” he conceded, “but not always. And not with you. If I was bossy with you, we’d have been living in sin for the past two years.”
My nose crinkled. “Nothing about what we have is sinful.” Cursed, but never sinful.
“I agree. But you knew what I meant.”
I did.
So I just grunted before I shrieked when he swept the legs out from under me and hauled me into his arms.
“If I didn’t want to sleep with you so fucking badly, I’d leave you in the other bedroom to get some rest. As it stands, I’m going to be a gentleman and not touch you all night.”
I snorted at that. “Yeah, right. I think we should have a wager on how long that lasts.”
He grunted. “No wager. I know you’re right,” he mumbled, and he pressed a kiss to my smiling lips even as we walked into the bedroom.