Free Broken by Lisa Edward

can use it for the massage.” His eyes flared. “The play can come when you’re ready.”
    We stood there watching each other, neither one moving.
    “So, should I…” I imitated lifting my top over my head.
    Adam smiled. “It will be hard to massage the oil in through your clothes.”
    I felt like such an idiot as I waited for him to divert his eyes, but he didn’t. They stayed fixed firmly on me, or rather, firmly on my chest, waiting for my top to unveil what lay beneath.
    Suddenly, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. What if he was disappointed in what he saw? Maybe I should have left the other underwear on instead of going all out with the black lingerie. It was too obvious, trying too hard.
    “Do you need some help?” His rich voice was soothing as his head tilted to the side. “You can leave it on if you’d feel more comfortable. We don’t have to use the lube.”
    I gave myself a mental slap. I was a twenty-nine-year-old woman, for goodness’ sake, and was acting like a teenager. Still, as my hands took hold of the top and began lifting it over my head, I instinctively turned my back to Adam.
    “I guess the jeans are staying on, then?”
    I heard him move behind me.
    “Here, this may make you feel more comfortable.” The iPod was turned on softly; then the lights were flicked off, leaving only the light from the fireplace to illuminate the room.
    As fast as I could, I unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs, tossing them to the side. It was a quick movement and I was only standing in my lingerie for less than a minute before I dropped to the floor and lay on my stomach under a blanket. But it was long enough to hear Adam, still behind me, suck in a sharp breath before exhaling slowly. My stomach fluttered at the thought that he had been watching and had liked what he’d seen.
    Flicking my hair out of the way, I turned my head to face him. He was adjusting himself, his usually loose, low-slung jeans looking uncomfortably tight around the groin.
    He caught my eye, and a cheeky grin crossed his lips. “What can I say? I’m only human.” He dropped to his knees beside me, still with the most adorable smile plastered on his face.
    “I know, I’m hard to resist,” I said, laughing. I think the wine was taking effect because my usual filter between my brain and mouth had deserted me.
    “Yes, you are.”
    “Hmm, that’s why you haven’t even kissed me yet.”
    Man, I needed to shut up. I was way too relaxed and I needed to zip it, lock it, and throw away the key.
    There was silence for a few minutes as Adam warmed up the oil in his palms. Finally, his strong hands began gliding over my shoulders.
    I was just closing my eyes, ready to enjoy the massage, when he asked, “Do you want me to kiss you?”
    My eyes sprang open but I didn’t answer.
    “I mean, would it be all right if I did? I don’t want to rush you. You’ve only just ended your marriage.”
    Would it be all right? What a silly question. Heck yeah.
    Instead of answering, I reached around and unhooked my bra, then pushed the blanket farther down my back to just above my thong.
    “Knock yourself out,” I murmured into the cushion.
    He chuckled softly as his hands slid to my lower back. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    The fire was getting hot, heating my skin uncomfortably down one side. “I need to move a bit,” I told Adam, lifting my upper torso from the floor and looking around at him.
    He moved away so I could maneuver myself and find a cooler position.
    Sitting up, I flung the blanket from my legs and went to stand, before realizing my bra was undone.
    “Um…”
    I looked at Adam, whose eyes were firmly glued to my chest and the bra that was hanging loosely over my shoulders but not actually supporting anything.
    “Did you want to fix that?” he asked, indicating to the bra. “Not that I’m complaining. You could lose it altogether if you wanted.”
    I looked down and in a bold, wine-induced move, wrapped one arm