breathless. I nodded once, my lips slightly parted as he dipped his head further, brushing his lips over mine in silent drags—gentle, but heady, strokes of promise. Shuddering against him, I ran my hand around his shoulders to wrap my arms around his neck while his warm palms curved under my shoulders, pressing me tight against him. Sinfully wicked, he held me immobile as our lips caressed one another’s softly.
He tilted his head, his moist, warm tongue gliding inside my mouth to rub against mine gently, his embrace incrementally increasing in heat, both of our chests heaving as we ate at one’s another mouths. One of his hands lowered to run along my thigh, grabbing tight, pulling my leg over his hip, nestling his erection snug between my thighs.
“Lana?” Mr. Manter’s deep voice erupted like a gunshot inside my bedroom, freezing us both in place. “What. In. The. World.”
“Oh… my,” Mrs. Manter mumbled, her tone softly surprised. Then quiet surrounded us, no one moving, before she griped in complete exasperation, “Wait, is the shower running?”
Mr. Manter barked, “Who the hell’s in the shower, Lana?”
Adam stared down at me for a beat, our mouths still together, breathing in each other’s panting breaths…before he pressed his lips more firmly against mine once more, kissing me softly. He gradually lifted his head away from mine, flipping his hair out of his face, yet keeping his head in front of mine. He gave me a moment of privacy to gather myself while he peered straight at them, clarifying quietly, “This first meeting is obviously going to be less than stellar, but I’m Adam Balar. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Manter, and I’m sorry to surprise you like this. I don’t believe Lana expected you back so soon.”
“Obviously,” Mrs. Manter muttered under her breath and then cleared her throat. She stated crisply, “If you want this to go smoother, Adam, you could start by extracting yourself from our daughter, and then explain what other guests are inside our home.” A quiet beat. “Specifically, our shower.”
Adam answered politely, “Of course, Mrs. Manter.” He released his hold on my thigh, pushing off me fluidly, sitting easily on the bed while he grabbed my hand to help me up. I scrambled around until there was a few feet of space between us, brushing black wisps of hair from my flushed face, listening to Adam continue evenly, “A friend of ours is in the shower. His name’s Vance Jerome. He’s the only other guest here, besides me.”
I peered up. “I’m sorry. I should have told you I had friends over.”
Mr. Manter’s expression was barely banked hostility as he continued to eye Adam, who was, unfortunately, only wearing one of his pairs of flowing crimson silk pajamas bottoms, the rest of his body bare, and showing oodles of tanned flesh. “You should have asked, Lana. Not told us.” Jerking his gaze away from Adam, he abruptly turned, storming out of my bedroom. My expression constricted when I heard the bathroom door fly open, and Mr. Manter order harshly, loudly over the spray of water, “Get out of my shower now, Mr. Jerome.” A beat later, the door shut, then his feet were stomping down the hallway, then the quiet, subtle creak of Hanna’s door was heard with a pause, and then just as quietly shut before he was stomping back to my bedroom. He stuck his head inside my room, grabbing Mrs. Manter’s hand, even as his scolding eyes hooked on mine. “You and your guests, downstairs.”
I nodded once, quickly jerking to my feet.
Adam rose to his feet silently, placing his hand at the small of my back, tucking my tense frame against his side, moving us forward when Mr. Manter stopped glaring long enough to yank his wife out of my bedroom. Although all four of us paused in the hallway when the bathroom door flew open and Vance hurriedly stepped outside the bathroom. Dripping wet. Only a towel wrapped low around his waist, his hand holding
He tilted his head, his moist, warm tongue gliding inside my mouth to rub against mine gently, his embrace incrementally increasing in heat, both of our chests heaving as we ate at one’s another mouths. One of his hands lowered to run along my thigh, grabbing tight, pulling my leg over his hip, nestling his erection snug between my thighs.
“Lana?” Mr. Manter’s deep voice erupted like a gunshot inside my bedroom, freezing us both in place. “What. In. The. World.”
“Oh… my,” Mrs. Manter mumbled, her tone softly surprised. Then quiet surrounded us, no one moving, before she griped in complete exasperation, “Wait, is the shower running?”
Mr. Manter barked, “Who the hell’s in the shower, Lana?”
Adam stared down at me for a beat, our mouths still together, breathing in each other’s panting breaths…before he pressed his lips more firmly against mine once more, kissing me softly. He gradually lifted his head away from mine, flipping his hair out of his face, yet keeping his head in front of mine. He gave me a moment of privacy to gather myself while he peered straight at them, clarifying quietly, “This first meeting is obviously going to be less than stellar, but I’m Adam Balar. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Manter, and I’m sorry to surprise you like this. I don’t believe Lana expected you back so soon.”
“Obviously,” Mrs. Manter muttered under her breath and then cleared her throat. She stated crisply, “If you want this to go smoother, Adam, you could start by extracting yourself from our daughter, and then explain what other guests are inside our home.” A quiet beat. “Specifically, our shower.”
Adam answered politely, “Of course, Mrs. Manter.” He released his hold on my thigh, pushing off me fluidly, sitting easily on the bed while he grabbed my hand to help me up. I scrambled around until there was a few feet of space between us, brushing black wisps of hair from my flushed face, listening to Adam continue evenly, “A friend of ours is in the shower. His name’s Vance Jerome. He’s the only other guest here, besides me.”
I peered up. “I’m sorry. I should have told you I had friends over.”
Mr. Manter’s expression was barely banked hostility as he continued to eye Adam, who was, unfortunately, only wearing one of his pairs of flowing crimson silk pajamas bottoms, the rest of his body bare, and showing oodles of tanned flesh. “You should have asked, Lana. Not told us.” Jerking his gaze away from Adam, he abruptly turned, storming out of my bedroom. My expression constricted when I heard the bathroom door fly open, and Mr. Manter order harshly, loudly over the spray of water, “Get out of my shower now, Mr. Jerome.” A beat later, the door shut, then his feet were stomping down the hallway, then the quiet, subtle creak of Hanna’s door was heard with a pause, and then just as quietly shut before he was stomping back to my bedroom. He stuck his head inside my room, grabbing Mrs. Manter’s hand, even as his scolding eyes hooked on mine. “You and your guests, downstairs.”
I nodded once, quickly jerking to my feet.
Adam rose to his feet silently, placing his hand at the small of my back, tucking my tense frame against his side, moving us forward when Mr. Manter stopped glaring long enough to yank his wife out of my bedroom. Although all four of us paused in the hallway when the bathroom door flew open and Vance hurriedly stepped outside the bathroom. Dripping wet. Only a towel wrapped low around his waist, his hand holding
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