Taka gave his wife an approving nod, love shining in his eyes. Adam just shrugged, but there seemed to be something hopeful in his, both the blackened and the normal.
Shit, it was all on her. The woman was trying. Admitting you were wrong never came easy. And these people were important to her husband. Her husband, with whom she had the worst feeling she might be in love.
“Sure, Rose. I’d like that.”
Louise might have been a tad drunk. A smidgeon. Every time she turned around, Rose had shoved another drink into her hand. Apparently Louise had been meant to drink for both of them, because Rose—cue the whispering—might be pregnant! So exciting. She’d met lots of other women. Twenty? Fifty? Who knew? Their names were a blur in her fuzzy, fuzzy head.
“Shit.” She stubbed her toe on the coffee table, peering about in the darkness.
“What are you doing?” A low, warm glow lit the room and her husband sat up in bed. His dark hair stuck out every which way. He sat there bare-chested. Did he have any clothes on?
She meant to ask, but instead what came out was, “Oh, it’s you.”
“Were you expecting someone else?” Adam frowned at her. There were so many bruises on his face. Bruises he’d gotten wandering off in the middle of the night instead of talking to her. Marriage was hard. Much harder then she’d been led to believe.
She shrugged. Fuck him, anyway.
Actually, what a good idea. She felt as horny as hell. Her last coherent thought had been the need to get home to Adam and have it out with him—to have him. Fast and slow and vice-versa. Whatever, however—but now.
Louise kicked off her shoes and headed for the bed. The buttons on her plain white blouse were fiddly. Her fingers pulled clumsily at them. She climbed onto the mattress and knelt beside him. “Help me undo these.”
“Princess, how much did you drink?” Adam’s fingers whipped through the buttons in no time.
Happily, she shrugged off the shirt and pushed his hands down to the button and zip of her pants. “Some.”
“Ah.”
“I had a very trying day.”
“I see,” he said. Hands pushed her onto her back and the whole world spun in a wonky fashion, light dancing in a dizzy blur. “Lie down before you fall off the bed. I’ll get your clothes off for you.”
“Okay.”
He slid her pants and underpants down her legs. She lay as docile as a doll while he undressed her, hands fussing with the clip of her bra. The cool air gave her goose bumps. “My husband’s an asshole.”
“Is he now?”
“Yep.”
“That’s nice. Where’s the bloody clasp on this thing?”
“You can fly a shuttle and you can’t work a bra?”
“Quiet. Got it,” he said, and the bra loosened about her.
Finally, she lay there naked with Adam hovering over her. She slid her hands up his forearms, fingers trailing over all the dips and bulges of his muscular shoulders. He was so yummy. His eyes so bright—a clear, clear blue, like the sky back home on a good day. The most perfect thing she had ever seen. “You have the prettiest eyes.”
“Thank you. Did you have a nice time with Rose?”
“Mmm-hmm. We talked about lots of things.” She traced his mouth with a finger, smiled when he tried to nip it with sharp teeth. “All your little quirks.”
“Louise…”
“And your hijinks.”
“Let’s not go there right now.” Adam’s mouth descended on hers, kissing her over and over, hotter and deeper and harder and…wow, her head spun. Again. “You taste like tequila.”
She blinked dazed eyes at him and gave a lazy smile. “Yeah, I drank margaritas with… I can’t remember her name. But she was really nice.”
“Was she?”
“Yep.”
Adam’s eyes crinkled. “Oh princess. I think you’re going to hurt in the morning.”
“I hurt right now.” She threaded her fingers into his dark hair and scratched at his scalp. Tried to push him down her body but he evaded her easily, laughing at her, low and mean. “Adam. Go down on me.”
“Where’s your manners?” he asked, rubbing his mouth over her collarbone.
“Please.”
“Good girl.” Adam tossed off the sheet and dragged her hips to the edge of the bed. He already sported a nice-sized erection. Tasty. She tried to grab hold of him but he caught her hand and knelt between her legs. “Later. You wanted me to lick you, remember?”
“Right. Get to it,” she ordered. Adam’s hand landed on the fleshy side of her thigh and she yelped at the sting. “Hey!”