Untimely You by K Webster Page B

somehow end up with one leg between Adrian’s and my back against his chest. His erection is ever present against my butt cheek.
    “I’ll take one of those,” Adrian hollers to his friend. Eric winks at him and passes him a bottle of tequila. He drinks from it and then hands it to me. His hands find my hips and I wish he’d slide them to parts of me that tingle and burn with need.
    I sip the liquor and hand it back to him.
    “You make me crazy, Neesy. I’m so fucked in the head,” he murmurs near my ear.
    The hot tub may be crowded, but we’re in our own little world. I slip an arm around his neck and turn to face him. “For the record, I don’t think properly around you, either.”
    “Jesus, Adrian,” Eric calls out from across the steamy water. “If you’re going to steal the chick I’m into, at least put the moves on her already.”
    Adrian grumbles, “Leave us alone.”
    “You’re so grumpy,” I say and dust some snowflakes from his hair. “Why do I want you?”
    His fingers dig into my hips and he hauls me around so I’m straddling him. Our eyes lock the moment his cock, through his boxers, presses against my scrap of panties. My body throbs for relief only he can give me.
    “You can want me all you want,” he says with a growl, “but I can’t want you.”
    My heart aches at his words. His situation fucking sucks. For two months I’ve sat with his wife. She’s not his wife, though. Despite his claims that she can hear him and make voluntary movements, she doesn’t. I chatted the ear off of one of the nurses named Denise. She explained that Chrissy’s condition isn’t one she’ll recover from. Once, I thought I saw her finger move and screamed for Denise. She swatted at me and told me not to ever get Adrian’s hopes up. It was a muscle reflex and nothing more. I’d tried and tried ever since to get her to move or to respond to me in some way, but have only been met with silence.
    His wife died twelve years ago. But her body remains.
    “I’m selfish and wish you wanted me back.” The words are out of my mouth before I even realize it. Avoiding his heated gaze, I sip the liquor and hand it to him.
    I remain still in his lap, with my eyes fixed on his, while we take turns sipping the liquor until I start to feel dizzy. He takes the bottle from me and sets it on the ledge before wrapping his arms around me. A slight whimper escapes me when he pulls me into an embrace. His mouth finds my ear and he whispers hot breath into it.
    “Neesy, that’s why I’m fucked. I do want you.”
    Lifting up, I look into his dark eyes that pulsate with mutual need. If we weren’t surrounded by so many people, I’d probably beg him to take me right now.
    “What are we going to do about it?” I ask with a shiver.
    He slides a hand into my hair and hauls my forehead to his. “Nothing.”
    My heart catches in my throat as disappointment surges through me. “Oh,” is all I can manage.
    “You have no fucking idea how badly it sucks to have to do nothing when all I want to do is everything . The things I want to do…” He trails off and his palm slides to my ass. “They’re dark and sinful. I want to spend days fucking you. Days, Neesy.”
    His mouth is so close to mine, and his words—God, his words drive me out of my mind. I want to feel his tongue again.
    “You can’t just say stuff like that to me,” I murmur, my mouth drawing closer to his with every ragged breath I take. “It’s not fair.”
    “Would you rather I lie? Tell you I don’t dream about taking you?”
    My eyes flutter closed and my lips brush against his cold ones. I’m drunk—on his scent, on him, on life.
    “I want to taste you again. I forget what you tasted like.” My words are a whisper against his mouth.
    Fingers dig into my ass and he pulls me against his thick cock. “ You can’t say shit like that.”
    I can’t help it. I start rocking against him, seeking relief to douse the flames that have exploded from