“Too tired for more?” Adam murmured against her neck.

“I might be persuaded to wake up in a little while,” she said as he gently ran his fingertips over her bare shoulder. She wasn’t even close to having her fill of him, that was for sure, but as a huge yawn escaped her, the truth was that for a few precious moments, all she wanted was to give in to doing absolutely nothing.

Thankfully, Adam seemed to understand exactly what she was feeling, even though he could easily have turned his gentle caresses into far more sensual ones. Soon, that was exactly what she’d want. But for now, though she knew their meet-ups were supposed to be just about sex, ever since she’d been to his office, she’d been even more curious about what he did. And it would be lovely to think about someone else’s job for a while.

“Tell me about some fabulous building you worked on today.”

“You want to talk about work right now?”

“I’ve always been interested in architecture. And not that your ego needs any boost—”

“Anytime you want to stroke my ego—or any part of me—you should feel free.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. Adam might have the world’s best self-esteem, but he was also fun and cute. It was quite a package, especially when he had his strong arms wrapped around her in a big bathtub.

“As I was saying,” she continued, “I think what you do—and how well you do it—is really fascinating.”

The kiss he pressed to her shoulder told her how much he liked her compliment. “Thanks, but I don’t know how fascinated you’d be with the place I was looking at today.”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Everything.”

“I thought you said there was no project too big?”

“Funny, you sound just like my father.” She could tell Adam was thinking about the house again because his hands were moving over her skin absently now, rather than with the devastating sensual purpose he usually had. “You saw the picture of what my office looked like before I got my hands on it. Well, this place is in even worse shape.”

“But?” She could hear the interest in his voice even as he tried to convince her that it was a lost cause.

“But at the same time it’s in a great neighborhood, right at the end of a curving lane, with an incredible oak tree in the front yard.”

His words stirred up a picture in her head of her favorite house as a child, so clearly that she had to tell him, “I know this might sound crazy, but I think I might know the house you’re talking about.”

“It’s on Seaview Lane.”

Her exhaustion suddenly fled as she squirmed around in the tub so that she was straddling him. “Oh, Adam, the most amazing old couple lived there. They built the house together, and it was just so beautiful, all of the hand-carved wood, the inlaid floors, the stained glass in the windows upstairs. They made all of that themselves as a team. They were so sweet together, always holding hands, always giving each other little smooches, rocking together on the front porch. They didn’t have any kids of their own, so they’d invite the local kids and our parents to have picnics under the huge old oak tree. And you wouldn’t believe the way they’d decorate the whole place for Christmas. It was more than just the light shows you see now—everything was handmade with such love and passion.”

It wasn’t until she came to a stop that she realized Adam was staring up at her with such intensity that her breath caught in her throat.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you’re naked in the bath with me, talking about houses?” He reached up to tangle his hands in her wet hair and pull her mouth down to his for a kiss that seared through every cell in her body. “Do you have any idea how damned gorgeous you are every single second?”

Every kiss he gave her took her deeper and made her more and more desperate to get even closer to him than they already were, wrapped around each other in the tub. And, oh, how she loved the way his large hands slipped and slid over her wet curves, moving over her breasts and then to her waist and hips and back up again. They’d only just taken each other against the door, but she needed him again.

“Adam.”

“I know, sweetheart. I need you again, too.”

The endearment shouldn’t have sounded right for two people who were just having fun hotel sex once a week, but everything was right just then. Especially when she realized he’d thought to put protection on the edge of the tub.

Moments later, he was ready for her and was she ever ready for him. His hands on her waist helped to guide her down over him slowly, so slowly that she gasped at how good it felt to have him inside of her. Every last one of her nerve endings was already on fire when his tongue slicked over her nipples...and then going slow wasn’t an option anymore. Because she needed more, needed to sink all the way down onto his rock-hard muscles, needed him to keep raking the edge of his teeth over her breasts one after the other.

Fireworks had already gone off inside her once tonight, so brilliantly that she’d nearly been blinded. But as this second climax started to take her over, from the tips of her toes all the way to the top of her head, she was amazed to realize that when she was in Adam’s arms, there were always brighter and brighter colors to see and even bigger and bigger explosions to experience.

And then, his hands were back in her hair and his mouth was on hers again, kissing her through not only her orgasm but also his own, and then beyond…just the way they had each time before.