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Adam groaned with pleasure as his arms bound around Amy's waist, pulling her tightly against him. They'd just returned to their hotel room after the houseshow, and he wanted nothing more than to just take her.
The blond man backed the redhead up to the door, her back pressing into it as he lowered his head, capturing her lips in a blindingly passionate kiss. He smiled against her mouth as he felt her respond in an instant, her tongue swirling in his mouth. He had her. Oh, he had her, all right. And there was no way in hell Jay or anyone else was going to come between them.
"Mmm..." Adam made a somewhat sad, disappointed sound as the diva suddenly pulled away a bit. He gazed down at her as she raised a hand to her lips, wiping around them with her fingers. There seemed to be a glint of amusement in her hazel eyes, and he arched a brow as though to question her. "What?"
"I really should take a shower," she said, gesturing toward the bathroom halfway across the room. She hadn't gotten a chance to take one after their match at the houseshow, as they'd been in such a rush to leave. Oh, sure, Adam had had the opportunity to take one, but she'd gotten caught up in a conversation with Trish for awhile, and then the tall blond man had come to whisk her away.
"Mmm..." he repeated, a smile cocking his lips. He ducked his head toward hers until his forehead was pressed to hers. "... sounds good. How about taking one together?"
The redhead blushed brightly, lowering her head and averting her gaze from him. In spite of their relationship, and the very sexual nature of it, somehow she still managed to feel so shy around him. Honestly, she didn't know how it was possible. He'd seen and experienced pretty much every part of her body, and in more ways than one.
"Um... Well..." She bit her lip bashfully, raising her head to meet his intense emerald gaze. "... I really just want to clean myself up," she said, cursing herself for how stupid that sounded. "Why don't I just jump in and we can go down to the cafe and grab a bite or something?"
Adam's smile vanished, but he didn't want to show her his disappointment. Damn it, he just wanted to get her out of her clothes and have his way with her all night. But apparently, she was currently more hungry for food than she was for sex. He nodded.
"Okay, you win," he said in an even voice. "Go take your shower. I'll be waiting right here."
She offered him a grateful smile and started to step away from him, but he grasped hold of her hand, halting her. Amy turned back to meet his green eyes.
"We'll have plenty of time for *that* stuff later," he said in a husky tone. A grin spread across his handsome face. He raised her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it and then turning it over to lavish her palm.
The diva felt a ripple of pleasure climb up her spine, her breath all but lost. God, he made her feel so unbelievable. She could still hardly believe she had this man. He was so beautiful, so sexy and sensual - and the most amazing lover she'd ever had.
"Most definitely," she finally managed to reply. She was practically breathless as she turned and trotted off to the bathroom.
The moment she had departed within, Adam let out a rush of breath, his eyes closing. Damn, she made him hot. He was already rock-hard inside his pants. He managed to hobble over to the bed, his gaze traveling to the closed bathroom door. He could suddenly hear the water from the shower running, and damn it, he wished he were in there with her. He wished he were inside of *her*!
The blond man shifted his gaze to the pronounced bulge in his pants and shrugged. Then, his mind made up, he undid the
zipper and whipped himself out. At least he could take care of himself for now, which Amy was in the shower. And, as he'd
said, there would be plenty of time for what he *really* wanted later...