Free Broken by Lisa Edward Page A

across my bust and slipped the bra straps from my shoulders. That was better, and Adam seemed to agree as his brows rose, his eyes still glued to my now discreetly covered boobs.
    We moved away from the fire and I lay back down, quietly cheering myself on for now only being dressed in a thong. I waited for the warm, slippery hands to recommence their magic, kneading my flesh. Seeing movement from the corner of my half-closed eyes, I looked around to see Adam removing his sweater. The dim glow and shadows from the flames highlighted the peaks and valleys of his torso as my gaze took in every ripple down his abdomen. As my eyes reached his jeans and now undone button, Adam grabbed hold of the bulge in his pants, adjusting himself once again.
    Leaning down, he lightly kissed my temple, his hot breath sending a wave of goose bumps along my skin.
    “Is this okay?” he asked softly, as he straddled my backside, lightly sitting on me.
    Nodding, I grinned into the cushion so he couldn’t see.
    His hands worked over my heated skin, rolling, rubbing, and manipulating until I was like Jell-O. Every so often, his hands would glide up my sides, just skimming the curves of my breasts, or down just a fraction lower than usual to grip my hip bones. It was torturous, but it was the most turned on I’d been in years, never knowing when that sly touch would happen or how far he would take it the next time. Finally, after about an hour, he climbed off and lay beside me. I rolled onto my side to face him, looking straight into his eyes, my arm once again shielding my chest.
    “Thank you. That was wonderful.” I sighed. “I feel so relaxed now.”
    “I’m glad you’re relaxed.” The corner of his lip curled up into a half-smile. “I feel like I need to go for a swim to cool off.” Leaning forward, his hand cupped my jaw as his lips pressed to my cheek. “I’d better head off home.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “You look much too tempting lying there covered in oil and nothing else.”
    The rise and fall of his chest had quickened, as had mine. Reaching out, I placed my hand on his cheek; then, unable to resist, I lightly ran my nails through the short whiskers of his beard. His forehead came to rest against mine as he huffed out a breath.
    “Jesus, Evie. You need to put some clothes on.” Hot lips pressed softly to my forehead and I closed my eyes, leaning into the kiss. His warm hand glided down the side of my body to my hip, where he squeezed, wrapping the thin lace band of my thong around his fingers. “Fuck, I need to go.”
    He jumped up, running his hands through his hair while looking for his sweater. He snatched it up from the floor and tugged it on over his head.
    Did I do somethin’ wrong?
    Wrapping the blanket around me, I stood, too, not wanting to be lying on the floor any longer. I was so confused. I’d thought things were moving forward. Had I really been out of touch for so long that I couldn’t read the signs?
    Adam was at the back door. He called Max from his slumber, then held the door open, waiting for him. Shuffling over, the blanket still wrapped around my chest, my arms and shoulders bare, I stared questioningly at him. The look in his eyes took my breath away. They were so dark and wild, I knew our evening hadn’t come to a sudden halt because of something I’d done—it was because he needed to stop things while he still could. But why did he feel he needed to?
    “Thank you for dinner tonight,” I said, sidling in between Adam and the doorframe. “And thank you for the massage. You have wonderful hands.”
    He smiled and shook his head. “You have wonderful…everything. You’re going to be trouble for me, aren’t you?” His voice was husky as he spoke, his accent intensifying every thought, every feeling tenfold.
    “I hope so,” I stated. I wanted him to want me, and I wanted him to be trouble for me. The kind of trouble where you can’t get out of bed all day because the only thing