Page 57 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

"I mean, I'm not mad at it," Adam chuckles, already starting to unbutton his shirt.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be mad if he kept it on. The way the white fabric has turned transparent with the rain, clinging to his skin and showing hints of the muscles he's hiding underneath… I like what I see.

And judging by his heated gaze, my white blouse was a good choice to wear today as well.

"Yeah, you like the room?" I raise my eyebrow at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

I fear it's still too early. We've only slept together once; that’s definitely not enough times to dive deeper into each other's interests, kinks, and fetishes. What a shame, because I’m curious about him. I have a feeling he's a very giving man, so to speak, but I wonder what the extents are. Is he into overstimulation? I could definitely get down with that. Edging? Probably not so much. I’m way tooimpatient.

"How about we take a shower together first?" He shrugs his shirt off, oblivious to the sex-related questions about him that are running through my head and begins to peel his wet pants off his legs as well.

“Ohhh, I haven't even checked out the bathroom yet. Hold on.” Pulling my blouse out of my skirt, I walk around the corner to do just that, my breath hitching when I look up. "Holy shit."

Within seconds, I feel his warm presence behind me, looking into the room over my shoulder.

"Nice! A bathtub and a shower? It's putting my damn suite to shame."

"Right?" I say, not taking my eyes off it as I finally reach the last button. "I think it can wait, though." I let my blouse fall to the ground and shimmy out of my skirt, tights, and panties. It takes a while because the wet fabric is really fucking stubborn, but I have a feeling that Adam is enjoying the less than graceful show.

Once I straighten my back and turn to him, he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall down as well.

"There's so much going on here I don't even know where to start," I tell him, eyes transfixed on his chest as it vibrates with laughter.

I like a man with a broad chest. And broad shoulders.

And with Adam’s laugh.

"How about you tie me to the bed and sit on my face?" he suggests, his hands warm on my hips as he pulls me flush againsthim. My breath hitches as I look up at him, heart racing when I see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"I mean," I stammer, taken aback. That was direct. More direct than I expected. Closing my eyes, I giggle nervously before I reply. "That can certainly be arranged."

"Wonderful." He pulls me closer and I’m just about to rise on my tiptoes when I see something from the corner of my eyes.

"You're not going to believe it," I say in a whisper, my eyes darting to the machine hidden right behind the bathroom door. "And I hate to ruin the moment, but they have a goddamn dryer in here. They are a very smart business."

Wordlessly, Adam turns around, gathers up our clothes and throws them in there, trying to figure out how to start it. My brain is not in reading mode, so I let my phone translator guide me, and before I know it, it’s running.

And as soon as the familiar hum fills the room, my feet are suddenly off the ground.

“What the-” I try to object. I don’t even know what I want to say. Old reflexes come back, but I swallow down the ‘I’m too heavy.’ He’s carried me over his shoulder once; at this point, he knows what he’s getting into.

He doesn’t even give me enough time to form a sentence, anyways.

My back already hits the wall, and Adam forces my thighs around his middle, and I lock my ankles behind his back instinctively to stay in place. He cages me against the wall withhis whole body capturing my lips in a heated kiss. The wall is cold, and I arch my back to escape it, happily sighing when it means pressing my breasts against him.

After the initial moment of shock, my hands land in his hair, running through it, playing with the wet strands under my fingertips as he ravages my mouth and steals my breath away.

Before I know it, one of his hands finds my breast to give it a rough massage, causing me to whimper into the kiss and break it, because the sensations are so overwhelming I almost forget how to breathe. Fuck.

"Bed?" Adam growls against my throat where he presses light kisses against my skin, and I nod fervently.

“Please.”

He gently sets me down, then takes my hand and pulls me after him back to the bedroom, pushing me onto the bed. I can’t help but notice that this is the first time he hasn’t thrown me on it.

Curiously, I watch him cross the room and examine the tools on the wall opposite the bed before he turns back around and holds up two of the black satin bands. My eyes grow wide and dart between his face and the bands in his hands.

"Wait, you were serious?"

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