Page 39 of Five Minute Man
A shiver went down his spine. He knew they were no longer just talking about the cottage. Despite his good intentions, Eve hadn’t been convinced.
“Eve, you leave—”
She was still laughing when she disconnected the call.
* * *
“ADAM, IS THERE SOMETHINGyou want to tell me?” Holly asked, concern in her eyes as she stroked her hand over his chest.
They lay side by side, still coming down from their incredible love-making. Ever since he had come to pick her up for her “surprise date,” a sunset cruise aboard his personal fishing/cruising boat on the nearby lake, he had seemed distracted.
“No,” he said far too quickly to be believable. “Why?”
She pressed a kiss to his skin. The lake had been perfect, as had the picnic dinner he had brought along. The moment they had returned to her place, he had wasted no time in relieving her of her clothes and making tender, passionate love to her. As wonderful as it had been, something felt off.
“Just a feeling, I guess.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m not really very good at this.”
He tightened his arm around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You are perfect,” he said. “And perceptive. I just have a lot on my mind lately.”
“Anything I can help with?” she asked, pushing him from his side onto his stomach. He allowed it. She straddled his hips, resting her sex against his perfect man ass as she leaned forward to knead the tight knots around his upper back and shoulders. Damn, but the man had the sexiest back she had ever seen. Wide at the top, defined from years of construction work, then tapering down into lean hips.
“Yeah. Keep doing that,” he groaned into the pillow. “Damn, that feels good.”
She remained quiet for several long minutes, using her hands to leisurely map and memorize this part of him she didn’t get to see nearly often enough. “If you were having second thoughts, you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?”
He shifted beneath her, rolling to his back. “I’m not having second thoughts, Holly.”
“But if youwere, you’d tell me, right?”
She hated feeling this needy. As far as relationships went, she was pitiful. A man like Adam would not appreciate a clingy, needy woman, but she just couldn’t help herself. He—this—seemed too good to be true, and she needed validation.
Adam rested his hands just above her hips, holding her in place. He flexed his hands, squeezing lightly until her eyes met his. “Yes. But I’m not.”
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, and she sighed in both relief and pleasure as he guided her back down onto him, filling more than her body.
Words were one thing, but he was what she really needed. There was no mistaking the reassurance this connection brought with it. With Adam, it wasn’t just sex. If it ever began to feel like it was, that was when she would really start to worry.
For now, she was content to push the sense of disquiet far to the back of her mind and trust her heart. And Adam.
