There was silence as I lathered myself with soap, watching the muscular ridges of Adam’s triangle back in his soft white V-neck. I’d watched a GIF of him taking his shirt off in a rom-com for half an hour last night, managing by some miracle not to pleasure myself in the process. But now that he was here, in the flesh, the temptation was overwhelming.
“Hey, you won’t open your eyes or turn your back, right?” I asked teasingly.
“Trust issues much?”
“A ton, actually. Part of the reason why I broke up with Chris.”
He let out a manly growl. “I’m not Chris.”
I snuck a hand between my thighs, washing myself there, sans the soap. My cheeks heated as I checked through the mirror to see if his eyes were still closed. They were. I let mine drop shut, too, imagining him inside the shower with me.
“What are you thinking about?” Adam asked, his voice thick and faraway. I licked my lips. I wanted to touch myself so bad. To touch him.
“Nothing.”
“Try again.” His voice darkened, becoming smoky and low.
My eyes were still closed. “I’m thinking about that night,” I admitted. “How jealous I was of Maya.”
“I hated that you were sixteen, that you were my best friend’s sister, that you were the only girl off limits in our entire goddamn town, and yet exactly who I wanted.”
His voice grew louder. I stifled a moan, biting down on my lower lip as I tried to regain control over my own body. I removed my hand from between my legs, changing the subject so I wouldn’t be tempted to sexually harass Adam without his knowledge.
“I think Val still doesn’t want us to be together.”
“Val doesn’t chart anymore. You’re a big girl now, Nika.”
I leaned against the crème granite wall for support, my eyes still closed. I was no longer touching myself, but I couldn’t open my eyes and face reality.
“He was the one who suggested we live together until I find a place. Maybe he thinks we hate each other too much to hookup,” I mused.
“I never hated you.”
I heard the click of the glass door as it opened. I snapped my eyes open and saw that Adam was there. In the shower. With me. And that he was completely clothed, still in his jeans and white tee. His eyes scorched a path down my body. I felt more naked than I was. Raw to the bone.
“Not even after the fact. Val knows I love you. That I will always love you, Nika Popov.”
“You said I could trust you.” My mouth fell open, my arms encircling my chest. Drops of water clung to my lower lip.
“No, I said you should.” He took a step forward. “You cannot trust me to stop pursuing you, because I won’t. I will not pass up on the opportunity to make you mine.”
With that, he stepped into the stream of water, his clothes soaking, his shirt clinging to his pecs. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and plastered me to the wall, kissing me viciously, punishingly, his tongue exploring, demanding, conquering every inch of my mouth. My hands glided down his body, fast and eager, desperate to feel every inch of his muscular, smooth body. He unbuckled himself with one hand, supporting my body against the tiles with the other.
“Finally,” he muttered into our dirty kiss, the rustling of his belt as he undid it making every nerve-ending in my body explode with tingles. “Fucking finally.”
I kissed his neck, his shoulder, his chest, a shiver of pleasure sliding down my spine. “I never should’ve let you go. Condom.”
“I still go by Adam,” he jested, pushing his jeans down, just enough for his hot and velvety hard-on to spring out. I laughed.
“No. We need a condom.”
“Right. Of course.” He fished through his back pocket, tearing a condom wrapper with his teeth before shutting me up with a kiss.
“Don’t even go into the whole why-do-you-have-a-condom-handy speech, Nik. I had it with me because I knew this was going to happen. You and I. I don’t go around carrying condoms like a high schooler expecting to get laid.”
He entered me, all at once, in a thrust that was much more than a thrust. It was a statement. A declaration of intent.
You are mine.
You were always mine.
You were never his.
I couldn’t dispute that. It was the naked, painful truth.
“Adam,” I moaned, my head falling backwards.
“Nika.”
He pushed into me mercilessly, going deeper, wrapping my hair around his fist. I wanted to sink into his body and put roots there. To never leave him. My toes curled around his waist as my climax washed over me in waves, everything in my body clenching, the spasm rocking me back and forth.
“Adam, Adam, Adam.”
Mine, mine, mine.
I buried my face in his shoulder as he came inside me, groaning with pleasure. He cupped the back of my head, kissing the side of my face. We were still for a moment, him still inside me.