Page 69 of The Law of Attraction
“We need to get out of these clothes.” She was starting to feel claustrophobic, like her wet clothes were shrinking onto her body, and if she didn’t get out of them soon she was going to explode out of them like the Hulk.
“Yes,” he said. “God, yes.”
He took her hand and led her into the bathroom, grabbing a towel off the hook and handing it to her. She dried her face and arms, then wrapped the towel around her wet hair, tying it into a turban before she became distracted by the sight of Adam rubbing another towel over his chest.
He noticed her staring and stopped, a hint of uncertainty flitting across his expression. “What?”
“You’re just so gorgeous. Your body is unreal.”
She watched a flush creep up his throat to color his face as he glanced away in embarrassment.
“What’s wrong? I thought you liked it when I look at you.”
“I do.” He dropped his towel to the floor and stepped closer, cupping her jaw again as he bent toward her.
She turned her head and his kiss landed on the corner of her mouth. “Why so bashful, then?” It was hard to imagine someone who looked like him being shy about his body. If she looked like a model from a Bowflex commercial, she’d be posting underwear selfies on Instagram every goddamn day.
He kissed her cheek before moving on to her earlobe. “I guess I’m not used to being complimented on my body.”
“Come on. I can’t be the first woman to notice you’ve got a slamming bod.” She stroked her hands over his upper arms and shoulders.
“I didn’t used to look like this.” His lips found a sensitive spot beneath her ear, and she shivered as his breath tickled her neck. “It was only after the breakup that I started going to the gym.”
“Lucky me.” It explained so much about him. How he’d never acted like someone who knew he was hot, and how oblivious he seemed to the interest of the women around him.
He reached up and loosened the towel around her head, letting it tumble to the floor in a spill of damp hair as his mouth closed over hers again. His tongue touched hers, tasting and teasing as his fingers tugged at the bottom of her sodden shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
“Yes, please.” She helped him pull her shirt over her head, shivering as the air hit her wet skin.
His big, rough hands roamed over her torso, leaving trails of tingling warmth everywhere they touched her. Then his fingers found the button of her jeans, and he peeled the wet denim off her legs. She stepped out of her pants and kicked them away, feeling like she’d just been freed from a straitjacket. Her hands grasped the waistband of his jeans, and he helped her unbutton them and shove them down.
It was too dark in the bathroom to see well, so they explored each other with their hands. Olivia squeezed Adam’s shoulders, wrapped her fingers around his biceps, and slid her palms over his flat stomach. He was built like a brick wall, if a brick wall could be smooth and warm.
It was almost better, finding her way by feel in the dark. It gave her a freedom to touch that she might not have had if she’d been able to see him looking at her.
“Bed?” he suggested.
It was still afternoon. They had hours ahead of them to kill, just the two of them alone in this room. A whole night. The thought of everything they could do to each other sent tremors of excitement shooting down her spine.
“Bed,” she agreed heartily. But one step out of the bathroom had her clutching at his arm. “The blinds are open.”
It was their only source of light, but it exposed them to the view of anyone who happened to be passing by. And the things she planned to do to him were not fit for public consumption.
“On it.” Adam went to the window and drew the blinds, plunging them into near-total darkness.
Olivia fumbled her way to the bed and heard him engage the security latch on the door with a finality that made her blood spark.
“Where are you?” he asked as she slipped between the sheets.
“Over here.” She patted the mattress beside her.
“Keep talking to me so I can find you.”
“Marco.”
There was a scuffing sound followed by a soft thump. “Ow, fuck. Polo.”
“Be careful,” she warned him. The way the rest of this trip had gone, he’d probably break his leg or give himself a concussion and fall into a coma. She didn’t even know where the nearest hospital was from here, or if the ambulance would be able to get to them through the flooding.
