Adair was even more imposing without his clothes, taller and broader, though he didn’t hold himself like those were fundamental truths. The only time I saw him with the unbridled confidence that most handsome, broad, six-foot-three men had was when he was in his scrubs, working a job he loved.
Or… when I smiled at him.
My nerves went haywire, and I became hyperaware of the stream of water hitting the sensitive skin of my lower back and legs, imagining they were his fingers tracing me. My nipples pebbled as I looked at his plush lips, remembering the warmth of his mouth.
His muscles were well-defined, both strong andsafe, but when my gaze moved to his middle, he crossed his arms lightly in front of him, obscuring my view of the firm expanse of skin and fine, dark hair there.
I glanced up at him questioningly, but he couldn’t see it.
His glasses had fogged over.
With a muttered curse, he reached up to the top of the glass wall and grabbed a dry washcloth he must’ve put there before he got in. He wiped the condensation from his glasses and put them back on and holyGod.
How does he make wearing glasses in a shower that hot?
My nipples tightened to the point of pain as he shut us in, muffling the music but intensifyingeverythingelse.
I took a step toward him as he white-knuckled the safety rail beside him, watching me intently. I only stopped when we were toe to toe, my chest against his stomach.
He made a noise in the back of his throat as I reached for him, his muscles tensing. I hesitated, looking up at him for guidance, but he didn’t say anything.
“You kept your glasses on,” I said quietly, “when you could have left them off. When you could have not seen me seeing you. So, let me see you. And please… let me feel you. I want to.”
His uncertain gaze stayed on my face as he gulped down a shuddering breath, but then he took my hand and pressed it to his stomach.
That remaining sliver of fear in his gaze, no matter how small or fleeting, made memurderous.
“Tell me,” I said, keeping my hand on his stomach still and smoothing my other one over his chest, feeling every twitch of his muscles beneath my palm.
“I was more fit,” he whispered, “before the accident. I’m just… I—” He blew out a breath. “I wasn’t healthy. As a kid. Poor and overweight because of limited choices, neglectful parents… it wasn’t a formula for any kind of success.”
I hummed as I raked my nails lightly up his side, down the dip of his waist, and back up his ribs. He was firm all over, but he clearly didn’t see what I saw. “Do you feel that way now? Like you did then?”
His eyes grew distant, going somewhere I hoped wasveryfar away. “No,” he said eventually, his eyes clearing and snapping back to mine. “No,” he repeated, then he smiled. “I don’t. Just my demons, I guess. No matter how much I exercise or how clean I eat as an adult, I still expect to see that kid in every mirror.”
“That kid was adorable,” I said, thinking of the photo I’d seen of young Adair in Dad and Pops’s apartment. “And the man,” I continued, stroking down the fronts of his legs, “is incredi?—”
He swallowed the end of the word, cupping my face and crashing his mouth to mine.
I rose onto the tips of my toes, throwing everything I had into him. He sank his tongue into my mouth, licking and stroking mine with a passion that had me panting in seconds.
“Indigo,” he rasped, tilting my head to the side to plant sucking kisses down my neck. My muscles clenched at how good it felt, and pleasure-filled flutters consumed my lower stomach.
He bit down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and I gasped, snaking my arms around him, seekingmore.More skin. More ofhim. I grabbed his ass in both hands and squeezed. He choked on a startled yelp and bucked his hips, pressing his hard dick into my upper stomach, and my pussy clenched in response.
Glancing down between us, I watched in rapture as he rutted unabashedly into my stomach. He followed my gaze, his eyes widening before he slowly forced his hips to stop, raking his fingers through my hair.
“What,” he started, panting through his words. “What do you do to me?”
I laughed, but the steam swallowed the delirious sound.
His hooded eyes traced my face, and I looked right back, letting him see how he made me feel, and then I glanced toward the shower bench.
He followed my gaze, then his eyes snapped back to me. “Yeah?”
I gently pushed him toward it in answer, and after taking a couple of careful steps, he sat down on the bench. Just like the rest of the shower, the bench was patterned tile, with safety bars on each side and above.
Adair’s dick stood hard and proud between his legs, and my mouth watered. Following my instincts, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
