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tightened and poked at the front of her dress. Adam couldn’t have failed to notice. “Before the memorial. Before you got your hands dirty. Before you walked in on my shower, for the gods’ sake.”
    “What does getting my hands dirty matter?”
    “It matters. Do you always ask this many questions?”
    “Yes,” she said. “Sometimes.”
    “Ah,” he said.
    Louise leaned farther in to him. She could only hope he would catch her before she fell. “You keep saying that.”
    He smiled as if he knew a secret.
    They were so close, his mouth barely above hers. All his bare, wet skin laid out before her like a buffet. More than her stockings were wet and more than her knees trembled.
    “You’re a very pretty man, Adam Elliot,” she said.
    Bless him, the man actually blushed. “You didn’t think so when you first saw me.”
    “You were not at your best.”
    “No. No, I wasn’t.”
    “Nor were you that keen on me.”
    “True.”
    “Loving the honesty, Adam.” She hung her head and her eyes dropped and, well now…he was very keen on her now. Ecstatic, even. He was long and thick and lovely, another part of him worthy of being rendered in stone. When was the last time she’d even seen a real, live penis? Well over a year. He made her mouth water.
    She dragged her gaze back up him and the tension ratcheted higher when she met his eyes. There wasn’t much of the blue left. The black had consumed it whole. “Huh.”
    “That all you’re going to say?” he asked.
    “No.” She needed her hands on him. Didn’t matter where—she’d get to all of him eventually. Her trembling fingers settled for re-tracing the path they’d taken along his jaw earlier, back at the memorial when he’d looked so lost. His skin had grown paler with every word spoken ’til he was ashen.
    What he must have gone through.
    The hint of dark stubble dragged at her fingertips and he held himself perfectly still. Apart from the muscle jumping in his jaw. “What are you waiting for, Adam?”
    “For you to make the first move.”
    “I came in here.”
    “The second one then.”
    Well. Actions spoke louder than words.
    Louise slid her hand around the back of his neck and sealed their mouths together. Done. She was kissing her husband. And he made a sound in the back of his throat that shot straight to her best bits, squeezing her insides tight in a delicious rush.
    Oh yeah.
    Adam opened his mouth and she took up the invitation, slipping her tongue inside, tracing over his teeth. He tasted right and good and she never wanted it to end. Strong hands fixed on her hips and pulled her in to him, pressing the hot, hard length of his cock against her belly.
    By the time they came up for air, her head was spinning and her arms were twined around his neck, hanging on for dear life.
    And she was drenched. Her dress clung to her and her hair was plastered to the side of her head. She was drunk on him, drowning.
    “Hey.” His breath was choppy against her ear. “Can I say something without it starting a fight?”
    She nodded breathlessly, still trying to drag in air. “I honestly have no intention of fighting with you right now.”
    “Good.” He pulled back and set his forehead against hers, one side of his mouth lifted in what would have been a panty-wetting smile if the shower hadn’t long since done its work. “I fucking hate your dress.”
    Startled laughter burst out of her and his fingers fumbled with the zip at her back. Cool air hit her skin, pebbling it. “Rip it, Adam. I hate it too.”
     
    He didn’t rip it, just in case she changed her mind.
    Adam peeled the wet fabric down her arms to expose a sensible black bra. Or it might have looked sensible on someone else, but on her it looked like sin. Heavenly, wonderful sin. His wife had a lot of smooth, pale skin. She shone like a pearl. The more he revealed, the more he wanted. His cock was so hard it hurt.
    The day had taken a surprising turn for the better.
    Louise reached behind