L. Marie Adeline- S.E.C.R.E.T

this … me … us. No. We were in our own private world, even in public.
We talked for a long time after that, mostly about skiing and the feeling it gave us,
reliving for each other our nest moments from that day. I wasn’t avoiding any
personal questions. They just didn’t seem as important as the way he was touching my
wrist or looking into my eyes. After dinner, when he snatched the bill o the table and
stood looking down at me, holding out his hand, I knew we weren’t going to say goodnight
anytime soon.
I hadn’t even realized how bone-chilled I was until Theo peeled my clothes o in the
bathroom of my hotel room, one layer after the other.
“Is there some flesh underneath all of this?” he joked as he pulled off my leggings.
“Yes.” I laughed.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
After he’d ung my clothes in a pile just outside the bathroom, I was completely naked
except for a few impressive bruises blooming on my calves and arms. Those elicited a
long slow whistle from Theo.
“Wow, war wounds.” He turned on the shower and steam started to ll the room.
“Time to warm you up.”
“You’re not making me go in there on my own, are you?” I asked, more shocked by my
boldness than he seemed to be.
He laughed, ripping o his clothes. His body was t and athletic. Yes, this man skied
all day. All year, probably. I stepped into the shower and he joined me, and seconds
later our mouths met under the gushing water. He trailed his hands down my arms,
guiding my hands up over my head and pushing them against the wet wall behind us.
He used his knees to coax mine open, lifting my body slightly so my legs were on either
side of him. He was rm but not forceful. I felt like a starsh pressed against the wall.
He licked down the side of my neck, his hardness against my stomach. Then he gathered
one of my breasts in his wide hand and sucked the droplets of water o my nipple. The
ngers of his other hand began an aching descent down my body, until he slipped one,
then another, inside. I could feel my own wetness while the water pummeled us. He
locked eyes with me, and I brought my arms down and entwined my hands in his wet
hair. The water was making my feet slip, so he gently placed one hand behind my
buttocks, anchoring me there.
“You like this?”
“I’ve never done this before,” I said.
“Want to try something new, then?”
The steam in the shower was building around us. I could feel all the pores of my skin
opening to him, all of me opening to him.
“I’d try anything with you,” I said.
He lifted my naked body around his hips, and before I knew it he was carrying me,
dripping, out of the bathroom and across the tile and then the carpet to the king-size