•8• Steamy Massage

EVA'S POV

After stepping out of the bedroom, I walked through the corridor, about to step into the living room, but the delicious sight in front of me brought me right to a stop. 

Adam was squatting in front of the fireplace, poking at the fire. I leaned against the wall of the corridor, admiring what was in front of me.

He was shirtless, the cotton sweatpants he wore riding extremely low on his waist. It was such a sexy sight. His back was sculpted to perfection, and I was fascinated by how the muscles bunched and relaxed as he thrust and withdrew his hand from the fire.

The same calloused hands that would soon be running all over my body...

His usually unruly hair seemed wet from a shower, and my fingers suddenly itched to be shoved into it, to tug at it while his mouth did things to me…

Fuck. I really had to stop fantasizing about him for my own sake.

Grimacing at the unwarranted erotic thoughts, I told myself that it was because I hadn't had sex in a good three months, and there was only so long a woman could go without it.

“Should I bring you my camera?” Adam's voice dragged me right back to earth, and he tilted his head to look at me, a knowing look on his face. “Pictures last longer, you know?”

Refusing to let myself blush, I pushed away from the wall and began walking into the living room. “You have a woman staying here with you. The least you can do is show some decency by putting a shirt on.”

He didn't turn to face me, but his voice vibrated with a seductive, teasing rumble when he spoke. “Why, Eva? Is the sight of my naked torso making you wet?”

My sex clenching at his dirty words, it was all I could do not to gasp as I slumped onto one of the couches which he'd edged towards the fireplace. 

“I bet that's your number one wish.”

Chuckling, Adam adjusted the screen in front of the fireplace to protect us from popping embers, got up, and turned to face me. Keeping my eyes away from his chiseled abs was a damn hard challenge which I failed. 

Gloriously.

I finally focused on his face when he sat down. “So what do we have on our bucket list for tomorrow? Oh gosh, I can't wait to start our adventures. I'm so excited.” 

I tried to inject as much excitement as I could into my tone, but it sounded off even to my own ears.

Just then, an ember popped loudly from the fire, and Adam turned to me with a bored look. “You might want to try again. Even the embers don't believe you.”

Somewhat used to his teasing by now, I crossed my arms under my breasts and scrunched up my face. “Just tell me what we'll be doing tomorrow.”

“I've planned for us to go horseback riding as a warm-up and then ziplining." He answered, his gaze no doubt riveted to my pumped-up breasts.

“Horseback riding and ziplining, huh?” I had to swallow a lump of nervousness. “Yay. I just can't wait.”

“You're a terrible actress, Eva.” Adam threw his head back and laughed, and I punched him on the arm, loving how well-muscled it felt against my fist.

“So are you ready for the massage, sweetheart?” Adam asked.

The endearment he used made my stomach flatter stupidly even though I knew that was probably how he referred to every woman he wanted to fuck.

“Yes." I nodded, anticipation thrumming through my veins.

He flashed me a sexy, dazzling smile. “Just take off your top and lie down for me.”

I froze. “What? You want me to take off my top here? No!”

He rolled his eyes, the fire from the fireplace making his eyes glimmer with brown heat. “I don't think you lie down fully clothed when you go for a massage.”

I realized that he was right. What had I been expecting?

“Fine, but turn before I take it off.”

“Whatever.” The look on his face all but read 'as if it's nothing I won't be seeing soon.'

That probably should've offended me, but instead, I found my aching muscles rejoicing at the thought of the man's hands being all over me and kneading away my aches. 

“Let me unfold the couch first." Adam told me. I stood back and watched him unfold the couch into a comfy bed.

I waited until he had stood up and faced the hearth before I quickly peeled off my pyjama top. After that, I lay face down on the couch-turned-bed, using my arms to keep my breasts hidden from his view.

“You can look now, Mr. Masseur.”

Without warning, Adam turned, climbed the couch bed, and sat right on my thighs.

I sucked in a breath. “Did you really have to sit on me?”

“I'd prefer that you sit on me, but a massage doesn't work that way.” The sexual meaning to his words wasn't lost on me. “And technically, this is not a massage table so this is the only way I can work efficiently.”

I doubted that, but his weight on me felt too good for me to complain. His hands fell on me, and he started to rub them all over my back, the resulting sensations almost tingly, until he pressed on a tight knot just below my scapula, making me groan in pain. And then using his thumbs, he rubbed soothing circles on the knot, relieving it. I sighed blissfully.

His hands skimmed down my back. It didn't take him much longer to find more knots, and he kneaded them, making my whole body tingle, hot and alive with sensation.

“So Mr. Wild One, why don't you tell me your no-strings-attached rules?” I managed through a moan.

“Hmm, for someone who is not interested in my kind of sex life, you sure do sound a lot curious.” He said in a deep baritone voice.

Before I could anticipate his next move, he was leaning down, his weight dipping delectably on me, which conveniently nestled his raging erection right on my ass.

I felt his lips at my ear and shivered as his warm breath grazed my skin, “Are you sure you are not ready to take me up on my no-strings-attached offer?”

I should be bursting with rage at his audacity, which would've been the right reaction. Definitely not arching my hips up and bumping my ass against his erection, which was exactly what I did.

Letting out a tortured sound, Adam ground himself even more firmly against my butt while I swiveled my hips against him. 

“If you don't stop doing that, you are going to get into a lot of trouble.”

I wanted him, and the man knew it. I knew it too. There was no trying to deny it to myself anymore that I ached to have him driving inside me.

I expected the thought to spike me with guilt, but I didn't feel an ounce of it.

“What do you say, Sweetheart?” His breath rushed across my skin, teasing the shell of my ear as his rough jaw tickled my naked shoulder. “Just you and me, a week of mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex. Then we can both go our way once we're done.”

“Hmm.” I hummed, still humping my ass against his erection.

But as tempting as the offer sounded, it was one thing for me to want him, but it was a different thing for me to give in to my desire for him.

And I couldn't afford to give in to that desire. 

Sighing, I stopped swiveling my hips, fizzling out the erotic moment between us. Adam lifted his upper body off mine and let out a string of expletives under his breath, but he continued to massage me.

I badly wanted to know what he was thinking. Was he feeling like I was just playing with him?

The rest of the massage continued in silence, but it wasn't too awkward. From my shoulder blades, across the expanse of my back, hands brushing against the plump swells of my breasts, down to my thighs and back, Adam was an expert as he massaged me.

He didn't bother hiding his erection. I could feel it poking my ass every once in a while as my body turned putty beneath his potent fingers.

The sexual awareness was so thick in the air that it made me breathless.

Oh God, how was I going to survive the remaining days without sleeping with him?