“How great are my hands, Sydney?”
His calluses bit at her soft, pedicured flesh and she snagged her bottom lip with her teeth to staunch her moan. Even when he smoothed his fingers over her calves, encased in jeans, she experienced a potent reaction to his intense massage.
“Your hands are awesome. Still too low, in my opinion, but awesome.”
He shifted, kneeling flush against the couch so he could knead her thighs. He wedged his hips between her knees, bringing her eye-level with a bare chest still glistening from the heat. She took a deep breath and lost herself in the spicy male musk sizzling off his skin.
“How’s this?”
Sydney watched his gaze drop, watched the fascination intensify in his eyes, watched his mouth set in total concentration as he massaged her legs, his thumbs dipping lower and lower as his fingers worked their way higher and higher along her thighs—closer and closer to home. Every ounce of his attention was focused on his task, lulling her to complete relaxation.
He had one thing on his mind. And if that one thing was what Sydney suspected, she and Adam were about to have a very interesting afternoon.
4
A CUPBOARD SLAMMED in the kitchen, striking Adam with instant awareness of where he was—and of what he’d been about to do. He yanked his hands from Sydney’s legs and rocked back on his heels, his body thrumming, every inch of his muscle and flesh intrigued and aroused.
“You don’t have to stop,” she told him, her voice throaty, deep. When her lashes fluttered open, only a thin, green circle remained around pupils black with need.
“My sister’s in the other room.”
“Then let’s go somewhere private.”
She didn’t show a single sign of embarrassment that he’d almost committed a full sensual assault on her with his sister only a few steps away. Sydney’s expression reflected only desire—the hot, unadulterated need to feel his hands on her body, no matter who might walk in on them.
“I don’t know you,” Adam said, certain the fact didn’t bother him in the least, but he wasn’t brain-damaged enough to think it might not make a difference to her. No matter how much of a bad girl she pretended to be—or truly was—he intended to play on the up-and-up.
She leaned forward, grabbed his hands and pressed them to her rib cage. Her breathing wasn’t quite as steady as she let on, and the moisture seeping through her paper-thin blouse testified to a heat more intense than the ninety-degree temperatures outside. She was burning up from the inside out, and she wanted him to know.
“You do know me, Adam. Better than any man ever has. You just don’t remember right now.”
A tinge of desperation clung to her tone, slapping Adam with a heavy hand of reality. He could only give her part of what she wanted—the part that had to do with his hands on her flesh. Yeah, he could give her sexual pleasure. He could give her a damned good time. But she’d already admitted that she’d come looking for him because she wanted what they’d once almost had—a real relationship. And that was outside his power.
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