His big, broad, rippling chest.
“Uh-uh,” she tutted. “No fair. My turn. I wanna see.”
It shouldn’t have been possible for him to smirk and seem shy all at the same time, but Adam managed it. Like he knew exactly how good he looked—and he damn well should, considering how hard he must have worked for it—but like he was self-conscious about it anyway.
She hummed, running her hands over his pectorals, tracing the lines of tight abdominals with her fingers. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“You pass inspection.” She gave his side a teasing slap and pulled him down toward her mouth. As he kissed her, nice and wet with tongue, he cupped her curves, tweaking the barbell he seemed to like so much between his forefinger and his thumb. She laughed. “That is really doing it for you, isn’t it?”
“You have no idea.”
Actually, she had some, because she’d developed a brand-new kink in the time since he’d pulled off his shirt. As they kissed and kissed, she ran her palms over miles of perfect skin. Smooth muscles and shoulders, damp with sweat. A smattering of hair between his nipples and trailing down toward the good stuff.
She cupped his ass and pulled him against her, and he got over his preoccupation with her boobs faster than she’d thought he would, releasing her nipple to slam his palm into the mattress. Steadying himself as he ground his hips into hers.
“Oh,” he groaned into her mouth. He trailed a hand down her side, slipping fingertips into the waistband of her shorts. Finally. “Can I?”
“Carte blanche,” she assured him. “If there’s something I don’t like, I promise you’ll know about it.”
He snickered as he opened the button and pulled her zipper down. “Really? Considering how we met, I find that kind of hard to believe.”
“Sarcasm? Now?”
“What better time?”
And then she wasn’t laughing anymore as he dipped his fingers into her underwear.
Roommate or no, she had managed to squirrel away the occasional pocket of time to take care of herself, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Her body felt like it was on a knife’s edge from the first blunt nudge of his fingertips against her clit. Just that glancing touch was so slippery and slick, and she was gasping for it.
“That’s right,” he said, soft and low against her throat. His other hand plucked at her piercing, turning her into a shivering mess in the sultry air. “Though you might have to give me some directions here.”
“Want me to draw you a map?”
He chuckled, leaning in closer, and the rush of breath across the row of studs through her ear had another burst of electricity winding her tighter. “Think I know the general lay of the land.” He proved it, too, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure, wringing another cry out of her—too loud, but she couldn’t help it. “But feel free to point out any specifics.”
He shifted, changing the angle of his wrist so he could get a finger up inside, and oh, her own furtive efforts to take the edge off had never been this good. His thumb stroked her clit, and she sucked in a breath.
“Harder. Rub—”
Fuck, the boy took direction well.
“Yes,” she moaned. She clutched one hand in his hair, had the other on his arm, begging him, pleading with him through her touch to stay right there, just there… “Adam—”
Her voice broke off in a rasping curse as her body snapped, pleasure flowing through her in waves, an echoing void like delirium blanking her vision to everything. He nursed her through it, keeping close as she came back to earth. Shifting over to kiss her mouth, nice and soft and wet and slow.
“Jesus,” she panted, trying to catch her breath, releasing her hold on him to let her hands flop beside her head on the pillow. “Damn I needed that.”
Adam chuckled, nosing at her cheek and pressing gentle kisses to the spot beneath her ear. He was pretty sure he’d needed that, too. Sure, he was still hard enough to pound nails, and he hoped like hell there was going to be a second act. But it’d been so long since he’d had this. Not just sex, but a chance to be close to someone, to touch and be touched. He’d missed it.
That he was getting to do this with Jo only made it better.
God. That first day of the program, he’d tried to describe what it had been like to meet her. His fascination had been clear from the beginning, and Jared had seen it on his face. He’d asked Adam if she was cute, and Adam had frowned, told him she was more hot than pretty.
How had he been so wrong?
Lying here beside him, naked to the waist and with her shorts undone, she was beautiful. Her body was lean and wiry and yet still soft in all the right places. Strong. Small firm breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, and the metal. The ink.
It made him a little dizzy, looking at it all, made his cock throb. When he’d first seen the barbell through her nipple, he’d been ready to lose it against her thigh. He loved the bite of her lip ring against his tongue. He hadn’t had a chance yet to get a good look at her back, but he was going to, goddammit. The marks on her neck didn’t connect to anything on her front—all that flesh was clean and smooth. He could just imagine the tattoo that must run the length of her spine, though…
But it wasn’t even just that. Jo was always so careful, so coiled. She hid herself away. He didn’t have any illusions that she was showing him everything now, but there was an openness to her he’d never seen before. It felt like he was getting closer. Like the secret core of her lay but a few layers deeper. And he’d peel them all away. Coax her apart with his lips and hands, if she’d let him.
Slipping his fingers free from the soft, wet warmth inside her, he grinned. “Glad I could be of service.”
“No, seriously.” Her eyes were glazed in a way that filled him with pride. “You don’t understand. I have a roommate. Do you know how hard it is to get a minute to yourself when you have to share a room with someone?”
Actually, he did. His first two years of college, he’d taken an awful lot of long showers.
Then he stopped. Thought about what she’d really said and had to stifle a groan against her cheek. The vision of her touching herself, forcing herself to climax did it for him the same way her piercings did. She wouldn’t be easy on herself, either, would she? Wouldn’t take the time to enjoy it.
And then she made it even worse. “I mean it. My vibrator is so lonely. It’s crying in my underwear drawer right now.”
“Fuck.” It was almost a whimper.
She hesitated for a second. When she spoke again, it was with a flirty edge to her tone. “That really gets you going, huh?”
“You have no idea.” And this was stupid, but… “Don’t suppose you’d let me see that sometime, would you? You, uh, using that?”
She laughed, a free, wild sound. “Crap. You’re a dirty fucker underneath it all, aren’t you?”
“What can I say?” he panted. “I like what I like.” And he was learning all kinds of things about what that was right now.
Needing a second to recover from the image of her working a toy between her legs, he rolled over onto his back, the heated skin of his spine hitting a stretch of mercifully cool sheets. She came right along with him and fit herself to his side. And screw getting a minute to put himself together. It probably shouldn’t have surprised him, but she dove in without any preamble. Reached over to wrap her hand around his cock through his clothes, and he shuddered all over. The sudden, unexpected touch punched a sound of need out of his lungs.
“And what would you like me to do with this?” she asked, giving him a rough stroke.
“Anything you want to.” And he meant it, by God. She could just jerk him off, and he’d be happy. And if she wanted to give him more than that—wanted to let him feel her mouth or take him inside—it would be gravy.
He may have only slept with one woman before, but they’d been together long enough to have experimented some. Still, they’d settled into patterns over time. Missionary had been a favorite. He’d always had idle fantasies of a woman who would want to push the boundaries a little more, though. Someone who’d push him around. Show him what two bodies could do.