The image was so perfect my body rolled into dangerous shivers.
I bit my lip and blinked back into reality.
“Hey…” My voice trembled. “Do you think you could…the jets are really…”
Adrian leapt into action, always helpful. “Oh, sure. I’ll swap to the massage setting. You’re gonna love this.”
I didn’t have a chance to stop him. Adrian flipped a miracle switch, and the water’s turbulent stream kicked into a rotating, undulating rhythm. A sudden and intense vibration seized my body in warmth.
This was so much worse.
And so much better.
The jets pulsed a beautiful determination over every inch of my skin, and a cascade of water burst directly over my slit.
And Adrian…simply sunk into the water, gave a satisfied sigh, and reclined.
“You know I’d do anything for you,” he said. “I just want to make sure it’s the right thing for you.”
An undeniable urge swirled within me. I couldn’t control it. Couldn’t stop it. My body ached and tightened.
“Harder…” My words tumbled from my lips as the pleasure possessed me. “I mean…it is a hard decision.”
Adrian shrugged his broad shoulders, the sort of muscle that begged for a lover’s wanton scratches. “Not for me. If a baby is what you want, fine. I can give you that. But I just worry there’s something you aren’t telling me.”
“Don’t think like that. You’re my rock—I tell you everything.”
Except for this.
My mind was breaking. I squirmed, ached, and resolved to just shut my eyes. If I couldn’t see the musclebound hunk of a hockey player, maybe the feelings would just go away?
Or maybe my imagination would simply take over and destroy me from within?
My own betraying inhibitions dazzled me with possibilities.
His body over mine.
His touch delighting me.
His kiss intoxicating me.
What woman wouldn’t give into a little fantasy about this man? Just the slightest, teeniest, barest hint of a naughty daydream where she’d tangle with him in the sheets, eagerly accept his every caress, lick, promise…
Thrust.
I fought my own memories now.
His cock was a thick, brutish thing. I’d only glimpsed it once before—helping him to dress after his trip home from the hospital. The injury had been devastating. Wasn’t sure I’d even recognize him without the bruising, swelling, ice packs…
It’d been a miracle he’d been spared. Maybe I hadn’t experienced a night with Adrian Alaric, but I’d heard enough stories, knew enough of his past girlfriends. No woman had been left unsatisfied by the man. They said he was the perfect gentleman…even opening the bedroom door for his lady.
Then there were the…stories.
The rumors.
The whispers of his appetite and ferocity. Women blushed when they talked about their nights together. Blushed and giggled and bit their lips swollen from kisses and other more devious uses. Adrian-After-Dark had a reputation I didn’t recognize. One that was savage and wild.
Good for sex.
Better for making a woman his.
And that was the final undoing.
My unraveling thoughts and shattering body deceived me with pleasure. The water relentlessly tortured my eager slit, and every helpless curiosity coalesced into a burning cascade of perfection. Heat coursed through my veins and scorched me with teasing delight.
I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t do anything to prevent wave after wave of rapturous destruction from rendering me limp, ragged, and desperate.
My fingers gripped the wall until I was certain I’d break a nail or crack the concrete. Crest after crest of jerking intensity rolled through me. I popped like a bubble, dissolving into absolute nothingness as the churning water ruined me with pleasure.
And, in that silent peace…
My mind focused only on Adrian.
His touch.
The shared kiss from the locker room.
The imagined weight of his body pinning me to the bed, thrusting again and again within me.
I’d never had such a vivid fantasy. Never thought such a wicked and lovely thought could strike me with such need.
I came.
I came hard.
More than I’d ever done on my own—putting the showerhead and the wobbily dryer to shame.
With the few meager ounces of my remaining strength, I willed myself to remain silent as the wracking shudders finally abated.
But had he seen?
Did he know?
No.
Adrian had mercifully turned, fiddling with the controls of his own jets as he basked in relaxation.
The only telltale sign that I had tormented myself into a clandestine orgasm was the mewing whimper which passed over my lips.
Just a moment of surrender.
The heat was unbearable now. I did my best to shift from the jets, scrambling to blink my unfocused eyes on my controls. I slapped the undecipherable panel and instead darted away from the jets, finally able to seize a full breath since stepping into the damned hot tub.
What was I doing?
I meant to have a baby with this man, not fantasize about the pleasure such a night would offer me. Certainly didn’t have any of those topics in the pregnancy books I’d scanned.
Orgasming and Ovaries – The Big O-No.
I couldn’t even look at him.
I splashed away, leaping toward the edge of the hot tub.
And Adrian smirked.
“You know…I just remembered…” My mind was a jellied jumble of nonsense and satisfaction, but I babbled something. “I have…an early flight…nothing to wear. I’ve gotta go. Laundry. I think.”
Adrian pointed to the house. “You didn’t get the tour yet.”
“Oh, don’t worry, it looks big enough from here.” I tore my eyes away from where his legs spread under the water. “I mean…nice enough. But I’ve gotta run.”
“You sure?”
“Turn around?”
Adrian covered his eyes with his hands. I had no towel, but his shirt was nearby. My knees nearly gave out, but I managed to shuffle to his pile and shimmy into his t-shirt. My jeans were another story. A bubble booty was great, just not when soaking wet and clinging to denim. I wrenched them over my legs as best I could while backing away from the hot tub.
“Clover…” He waved me goodbye without turning around, though I heard the smile in his words. “I’m really glad you came.”
I nearly bowled myself into his fire pit. Good thing I stayed standing…I might’ve ignited the damn thing.
“What?”
“I’m glad you came over. Feels like we’ve seen more of each other in fifteen minutes than in our entire friendship.”
Son of a bitch.
That’s when the guilt got me.
Thought if I moved fast enough, escaped the tub with a shred of dignity, and hid at home from the shame of it all, I might’ve outrun my damned conscience.
Should’ve known better.
I couldn’t lie to Adrian.
Well…I could. I could lie forever about the orgasm in his hot tub. But I couldn’t hide the truth from him any longer. He’d find out the instant he took me to bed anyway. He deserved to know.
“Adrian…” I sighed as my post-orgasmic bliss was irreparably shattered. “I can’t…you’ve gotta know something.”