EVA'S POV
After stepping out of the bedroom, I walked through the corridor, about to step into the living room, but the delicious sight in front of me brought me right to a stop. Adam was squatting in front of the fireplace, poking at the fire. I leaned against the wall of the corridor, admiring what was in front of me.He was shirtless, the cotton sweatpants he wore riding extremely low on his waist. It was such a sexy sight. His back was sculpted to perfection, and I was fascinated by how the muscles bunched and relaxed as he thrust and withdrew his hand from the fire.The same calloused hands that would soon be running all over my body...His usually unruly hair seemed wet from a shower, and my fingers suddenly itched to be shoved into it, to tug at it while his mouth did things to me…Fuck. I really had to stop fantasizing about him for my own sake.Grimacing at the unwarranted erotic thoughts, I told myself that it was because I hadn't had sex in a good three months, and there was only so long a woman could go without it.“Should I bring you my camera?” Adam's voice dragged me right back to earth, and he tilted his head to look at me, a knowing look on his face. “Pictures last longer, you know?”Refusing to let myself blush, I pushed away from the wall and began walking into the living room. “You have a woman staying here with you. The least you can do is show some decency by putting a shirt on.”He didn't turn to face me, but his voice vibrated with a seductive, teasing rumble when he spoke. “Why, Eva? Is the sight of my naked torso making you wet?”My sex clenching at his dirty words, it was all I could do not to gasp as I slumped onto one of the couches which he'd edged towards the fireplace. “I bet that's your number one wish.”Chuckling, Adam adjusted the screen in front of the fireplace to protect us from popping embers, got up, and turned to face me. Keeping my eyes away from his chiseled abs was a damn hard challenge which I failed. Gloriously.I finally focused on his face when he sat down. “So what do we have on our bucket list for tomorrow? Oh gosh, I can't wait to start our adventures. I'm so excited.” I tried to inject as much excitement as I could into my tone, but it sounded off even to my own ears.Just then, an ember popped loudly from the fire, and Adam turned to me with a bored look. “You might want to try again. Even the embers don't believe you.”Somewhat used to his teasing by now, I crossed my arms under my breasts and scrunched up my face. “Just tell me what we'll be doing tomorrow.”“I've planned for us to go horseback riding as a warm-up and then ziplining." He answered, his gaze no doubt riveted to my pumped-up breasts.“Horseback riding and ziplining, huh?” I had to swallow a lump of nervousness. “Yay. I just can't wait.”“You're a terrible actress, Eva.” Adam threw his head back and laughed, and I punched him on the arm, loving how well-muscled it felt against my fist.“So are you ready for the massage, sweetheart?” Adam asked.The endearment he used made my stomach flatter stupidly even though I knew that was probably how he referred to every woman he wanted to fuck.“Yes." I nodded, anticipation thrumming through my veins.He flashed me a sexy, dazzling smile. “Just take off your top and lie down for me.”I froze. “What? You want me to take off my top here? No!”He rolled his eyes, the fire from the fireplace making his eyes glimmer with brown heat. “I don't think you lie down fully clothed when you go for a massage.”I realized that he was right. What had I been expecting?“Fine, but turn before I take it off.”“Whatever.” The look on his face all but read 'as if it's nothing I won't be seeing soon.'That probably should've offended me, but instead, I found my aching muscles rejoicing at the thought of the man's hands being all over me and kneading away my aches. “Let me unfold the couch first." Adam told me. I stood back and watched him unfold the couch into a comfy bed.I waited until he had stood up and faced the hearth before I quickly peeled off my pyjama top. After that, I lay face down on the couch-turned-bed, using my arms to keep my breasts hidden from his view.“You can look now, Mr. Masseur.”Without warning, Adam turned, climbed the couch bed, and sat right on my thighs.I sucked in a breath. “Did you really have to sit on me?”“I'd prefer that you sit on me, but a massage doesn't work that way.” The sexual meaning to his words wasn't lost on me. “And technically, this is not a massage table so this is the only way I can work efficiently.”I doubted that, but his weight on me felt too good for me to complain. His hands fell on me, and he started to rub them all over my back, the resulting sensations almost tingly, until he pressed on a tight knot just below my scapula, making me groan in pain. And then using his thumbs, he rubbed soothing circles on the knot, relieving it. I sighed blissfully.His hands skimmed down my back. It didn't take him much longer to find more knots, and he kneaded them, making my whole body tingle, hot and alive with sensation.“So Mr. Wild One, why don't you tell me your no-strings-attached rules?” I managed through a moan.“Hmm, for someone who is not interested in my kind of sex life, you sure do sound a lot curious.” He said in a deep baritone voice.Before I could anticipate his next move, he was leaning down, his weight dipping delectably on me, which conveniently nestled his raging erection right on my ass.I felt his lips at my ear and shivered as his warm breath grazed my skin, “Are you sure you are not ready to take me up on my no-strings-attached offer?”I should be bursting with rage at his audacity, which would've been the right reaction. Definitely not arching my hips up and bumping my ass against his erection, which was exactly what I did.Letting out a tortured sound, Adam ground himself even more firmly against my butt while I swiveled my hips against him. “If you don't stop doing that, you are going to get into a lot of trouble.”I wanted him, and the man knew it. I knew it too. There was no trying to deny it to myself anymore that I ached to have him driving inside me.I expected the thought to spike me with guilt, but I didn't feel an ounce of it.“What do you say, Sweetheart?” His breath rushed across my skin, teasing the shell of my ear as his rough jaw tickled my naked shoulder. “Just you and me, a week of mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex. Then we can both go our way once we're done.”“Hmm.” I hummed, still humping my ass against his erection.But as tempting as the offer sounded, it was one thing for me to want him, but it was a different thing for me to give in to my desire for him.And I couldn't afford to give in to that desire. Sighing, I stopped swiveling my hips, fizzling out the erotic moment between us. Adam lifted his upper body off mine and let out a string of expletives under his breath, but he continued to massage me.I badly wanted to know what he was thinking. Was he feeling like I was just playing with him?The rest of the massage continued in silence, but it wasn't too awkward. From my shoulder blades, across the expanse of my back, hands brushing against the plump swells of my breasts, down to my thighs and back, Adam was an expert as he massaged me.He didn't bother hiding his erection. I could feel it poking my ass every once in a while as my body turned putty beneath his potent fingers.The sexual awareness was so thick in the air that it made me breathless.Oh God, how was I going to survive the remaining days without sleeping with him?ADAM'S POV“Uh, whose is that?” I glanced up at Eva who was standing on the stairs, hip perched on the handrail, her bold front marred with just a glint of panic.“Oh, the motorbike? It's mine.” I answered, matching the nonchalant front she was trying to put up. “I leave it at a friend's ranch whenever I'm going out of Wyoming. I had it delivered to me early this morning.”“Oh, so you can keep it here with you while you're in Wyoming?” She asked, hope lighting up her eyes.“No, so we can take it out on today's adventure.”Her bold front cracked into a full-blown incredulous look. “You must be crazy. I'm not getting on that bike.”“Why?” I lifted my brows.“Why???” She parroted in a horrified voice. “Do you know that the risk of dying from riding a motorcycle is 37 times more than from driving a car? I mean, I once saw a motorcycle collide with a car. The car driver only had a few scratches. The cyclist died on the spot.”“I see.”She stepped down the stairs and walked up to where I w
EVA'S POV“Eva it's your turn please.” The tour guide repeated for the third time.After walking on that scary canopy bridge, Adam brought me to the Zipline Center. For the past thirty minutes, all I've been doing is watching people fly down the Zipline, but it did nothing to ease my anxiety.Suddenly, I felt an overpowering body heat from behind, and Adam was speaking into my ear.“What, Sweetheart? We've not even gotten to the highest peak and you are cowering already?”Spinning around, I threw him a glare, knowing very well he was trying to provoke me. “How many people have died from ziplining?”The guide, looking startled by the question, seemed to scramble for words, but it was Adam who answered my question. “Well, I can't know the exact number, but some have died. Usually when the belt or the clip pulley snaps.”“Adam!” The tour guide looked at Adam chastisingly. “Eva, this place is as safe as it can get. Trust me on that. Besides, this is the lowest of the ziplines.”“You know w
AUTHOR'S POV Adam instantly grabbed Eva's hand, tugging her along with him. Shivers of anticipation run down her spine as they walked through the dancefloor, heading for the bathroom.God, she'd never felt so daring, so wild. Sex in a bathroom had never been on her to-do list. But Adam had unleashed the risk-taking side of her which had been buried all this time. Heck, she'd never wanted a man as much as she wanted Adam Garcia. And she didn't want to think about just what that could mean. Not now.Right now, she only wanted to give in to her ever-growing lust for him, to the need to have him inside her, the fire that burned so clearly between them. All she had to do was not catch feelings for him, then she could return to LA like nothing had happened.How hard can it be?Eva didn't even notice when they entered a washroom until Adam banged the door shut and backed her against the wall, eliciting a startled gasp from her mouth.His bulge pressed against her stomach, his brown eyes b
Adam stared at the ceiling in his room, his guts twisting with disgust at himself for how roughly he'd treated Eva. He'd taken her with too much sexual aggression, and he was now somber enough to acknowledge that.What the hell had he been thinking?No, he hadn't been thinking. At least not with the head sitting on his neck. He'd just been so entranced with Eva, the overwhelming need to drive inside her that there'd been no room for any other thought. And when after their orgasms, he'd turned to face her while resting on his side, felt an itching need to reach out and caress her, to stroke her cheeks tenderly with his thumb, the bit of nonsexual emotion streaming through him had been enough to make him bolt out of the room even before he'd recovered from his orgasm.He'd never done anything like that before. Even though he always made sure to enforce his 'no-cuddling' rule with every woman he slept with, he'd never gotten out of bed so fast after sex.He'd just been too overwhelmed
"I don't have a mother. Never had." Adam deadpanned, looking away from Eva.That had Eva stilling, and she strived to ask her next question in a way that wouldn't feel like she was prying.“Oh, so you grew up in an orphanage?”“No.” He answered.“Foster care?” She asked tentatively.She received the same stiff answer. “No.”Eva frowned. He didn't grow up in an orphanage or foster care, so what did he mean by he'd 'never had' a mother?Unless he was some kind of alien, then there was something he didn't want to tell her.Before she could ask anything else, Adam beat her to it."Are you going to include the steamy sessions we'll be having in the book you're intending to write?""Jeez, no!" Eva grimaced, mortified by the very idea. "I'll probably be writing about myself and how I was able to step out of my comfort zone. Sex scenes aren't needed, thank you very much.""Besides..." She slanted him a provocative look. "...the 'steamy sessions' won't be memorable anyways.""Won't they?" A de
Eva stared at Adam, her heart squeezing tightly as she watched him pretend like he hadn't just told her one of the most heartbreaking stories she'd ever heard.He was obviously trying to pretend like his past didn't haunt him anymore, but remembering his earlier reaction about her asking him about his mother and now that guardedness in his eyes, she knew it did haunt him.Was that why he said he didn't believe in love?She wanted to tell him how sorry she was, but she was sure he wouldn't appreciate that. She was still contemplating what to say when Adam stood up from the log he was sitting on.“It's very cold tonight. We might have to sleep in the living room where the fireplace can warm us, so I'll go and start the fire.” He said, and before she could say a word, he was already on his way.Eva watched him go without a word, certain she'd pushed him way out of his comfort zone. After listening to his stories about his friends which had basically revolved around the same people, she'd
Adam moved silently towards the couch, examining Eva who was sprawled beneath the mold of blanket that was covering her, which had rolled down to ride in the middle of her luscious breasts.He winced as last night played in his mind, how he'd bolted on her like a jerk right after they'd had sex, and wondered whether she was going to reproach him about it when she woke up.Lifting his camera, he brought her into focus. The mellow sunlight filtering into the room didn't provide adequate lighting and so he adjusted the lens to compensate for it.Then he began taking pictures. He knew Eva slept like a dead weight, but surprisingly, it didn't take long for the clicking sounds of the camera to begin rousing her, and he caught her gradual awakening on film.Droopy eyes fluttered open, a corner of her sensual mouth quirking. “What are you doing, Wild One?” Her voice held no censure, just lazy curiosity, and he took that as a good sign that she wasn't upset about last night“What I love to do m
Thwack! Thwack!Adam set a big log of wood on a large tree stump, and with a precise downward stroke of his axe, he divided the log into two. Grabbing the pair, he tossed them onto a small growing pile.Eva watched in absolute fascination as he worked. “Can I do that too?” She asked him, feeling the urge to test her strength.He picked another log and placed it on the stump, then stopped to look at her. “You? Chopping wood?” He all but chuckled, teasing her. “Sorry, Sweetheart. This isn't for you.”“Try me.” She squared her shoulders daringly and took the axe from him before he could protest.Pushing him aside, she stood in front of the log. She raised the axe, and focusing with all her strength swung it downward. She only managed to bury the end of the blade in the log, but jolts of pain shot through her arms, making her withdraw instantly.“Touché.” She said, wincing as she stepped back. “You were so right. Certainly not for me.”Adam chuckled, the sound vibrating with warmth. Whe