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CHAPTER NINE
Faith
Istill can’tstay away from you.
God help me, I knew the feeling.
My hands were in his hair, my fingertips raking over his skull before I could stop myself. His hands were on my ass, pulling me tightly against him, and pain burned in my side as I wrapped my legs around him at a weird angle.
I didn’t care.
It could burn all damn night, matching the fiery chaos in my head.
He didn’t say the words I needed—he didn’t apologize for ghosting me, for breaking my heart, for treating me like used newspaper since he got back to town. But something in that tortured gaze of his reached right inside my chest and squeezed the breath out of me. Especially when his mouth landed just under my ear, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin of my neck as he traveled over my collarbone. Hungry.
God, yes, that was the one thing that was clear. Hunger. Our rules—my rules—ran through my head, but I was fucking starving. Up came my tank top, and I raised my arms obediently as he pulled it from my body.
“We—we’re not—” I panted, digging my nails into his shirt and yanking. He tugged it over his head in one fluid move, and whatever I was about to say left me. All I could see, think, or feel was the hard, muscled, glorious skin in front of me, inked and begging for my touch. For my mouth.
As if on cue, his hand landed on my right breast as he freed the front clasp of my bra, my breasts falling heavily into his hands. He fed my hard nipple into his mouth and sucked with a groan I felt to my core, and I nearly came undone.
“Oh, fuck, Adam,” I moaned, arching into him. “Okay, maybe just—”
“Just this once,” he growled against me, sounding like he was in pain.
“Just to—” I gasped as he suckled again harder, and I bucked against him, grinding my core against his rock-hard cock. I reached down to undo the button of his jeans, and he hissed. “Get it... out of our systems.”
In seconds, I was airborne, wrapped around his body as he held me to him and walked us to the bedroom. When he laid me down in the center of the black comforter, his eyes, glazed over with desire, searched mine. Almost desperate.
“I can’t think straight,” he said. “Tell me what—”
“Fuck me, Adam,” I breathed, not believing what I was saying. What I was doing. But my body wanted what it wanted.
He shook his head, his eyes clouding over. “Shit, I don’t—I don’t have anything.”
Oh fuck, a condom. I hadn’t had sex in so long, I’d forgotten all about the preparation. Then I remembered, and I shut my eyes.
I wouldn’t get pregnant.
No.
No way I was drifting off this path. My body was vibrating with a need so intense I was ready to combust.
Fuck it. Literally.
My fingers found his zipper, ignoring the last vestiges of reason scrambling to butt in and ruin the mood. I freed the beast I was searching for, and it fell into my hands, smooth and hard and oh so ready for me. My nails raked his balls and he shuddered with a long moan.
“Jesus, Faith, are you clean?” he asked, his body tight as he hovered over me.
I ignored that as I continued to boldly caress the body I’d been craving for six long years. The body that had become impossibly bigger and harder in all the best ways.
With a growl, he moved just enough to pull my shorts and panties down in one swift move before moving back into position on top of me. “Please—please fucking tell me—”
“I haven’t—in like—two years or something,” I said, meeting his eyes. “But—”
“Six years,” he growled as my palm wrapped around his cock again. “I’m good.”
I blinked. Six years? His last time was—
