Page 147 of Sin City Lights

“Great. I’ll go get changed.”

She moved in close and smoothed her hands over his lapels and tie.“I like you in this,” she murmured.

She felt his chest move with a silent laugh.“I can always put it back on for you. But I am not hot-tubbing in this suit.”

She sighed. He was distancing himself once more. God, how she hated this. Then again, the hot tub sounded like a perfect venue for seduction.

Ten minutes later, Eve assessed herself in the mirror, wearing an emerald-green one-piece adorned with a crystal and gold circle at the navel. The circle looked like a giant brooch that joined the top and bottom together, revealing two triangles of skin at her waist. At the bottom of her white Rimowa, she’d found clear wedges that seemed waterproof.

She squared her shoulders, raised her chin, and stepped out of the bedroom.

Adam stood at the wall of windows in the back, two towels over his shoulder, gazing at the city lights below. Sensing her presence, he turned and gave her a warm smile and, as usual, looked her up and down appreciatively.

But the heat in his eyes was carefully tempered. He wore the same blue shorts she had seen on him in the Caymans and Orlando, this time paired with a white swim shirt. She wondered what had happened with the airplane trunks.

They walked together out into the moonlit night. On the patio, thehot tub was already bubbling, shimmering amber.

On a side table a few feet away, an old fashioned and a porn star martini sat beside a spread of cheese, crackers, and grapes.

There were several bottles of Voss as well. He got one for himself and held one out to her. She took it, immediately uncapped it, and drank deeply of the cold water. She hadn’t realized she was so very thirsty. Adam always seemed to know what she needed, even before she did.

Why, then, couldn’t he see how much she needed all of him?

She set the Voss down in one of the tub’s cupholders, then tested the bubbling water. It felt lukewarm. The sound of it was soothing, however. She breathed in the faint smell of chlorine.

Adam kept his distance, she noted, busying himself with placing cheese squares on the crackers.

Closing the space between them, she slipped her hands around his waist, pressing herself to his back. She felt his muscles tense a little, but then he turned around, immediately taking her in his arms.

Standing on tiptoe, she pulled him down, meeting his lips in an urgent kiss. He gentled it. She slipped her fingers upward, threading them through his hair. His breath came faster, but he still contained himself.

She grew so frustrated that she wanted to pummel his chest and scream.

Instead, she broke the kiss and reached for her drink.“Service here is flawless,” she said, taking a sip. “Wouldn’t you miss it?”

He picked up his own drink and shrugged.“We can always hire help.”

“I’m thinking we could steal Trevor.”

“Don’t tell the hotel owner you want to poach his employees.”

Extracting the cocktail pick, he offered her the cherry. She took it delicately off the tip, savoring the sweet and sour spreading across her tongue.

“Taste this,” she whispered, lifting her face to his.

Gently, he cupped her chin, tongue sliding between her lips, rolling languidly. Too soon, his lips left hers.“Cherry tastes good with the passionfruit.” He glanced back at the tub.“Water’s ready. You go get in. I’ll bring the snacks.”

Indeed, steam was now rising, curling and hovering over the surface.

Eve sighed, her gaze lingering on his mouth.“OK.”

She took her time to get there, hips swaying, in hopes that he was watching.

The water was hot now. She sank in slowly to her waist. Sipping her martini, she drank him in as he approached, plate in one hand, old fashioned in the other. The moonlight gilded his hair, illuminating the white shirt that clung to every muscle.

She’d never wanted him more.

His gaze flicked to her, blue eyes guarded. Carefully, he balanced the plate and his drink on the tray clamped to the tub’s edge.

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