He was leaning over her, supporting both of them, his hands flattened against the concrete behind her. In the glow of the tunnel radiation she could see that his forehead was damp with perspiration. His eyes were closed, and his dark hair was mussed from her fingers. She listened as his ragged breathing quickly returned to normal. She let her legs slide bonelessly back down to the floor. When her bare feet touched the concrete, she discovered that the muscles of her inner thighs were trembling. She had to keep her back against the wall in order to stay vertical. Adam raised his dark lashes and looked at her. His eyes still burned. “This probably would have been even better if we’d made it upstairs to bed,” he said. “Hard to imagine how it could have been improved.” “Maybe with a comfortable mattress and a couple of pillows instead of a concrete wall. It’s the little things that add an element of romance to a relationship.” “I’ll remember that.” He did a small push-up against the wall that brought him close enough to kiss her again.
