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“He hasn’t admitted it, but I can read between the lines.”
I was a smart woman; why didn’t I see this coming? The answer was simple if I wanted to be my own psychologist about it—I didn’t see myself as loveable.
Fuck, no wonder he was acting that way. He was practically a caveman, the way Christine and Jasmine described their men. Nothing I said got through to him because it wasn’t anything he wanted to hear. All he wanted from me was to hear me say that I wanted what he did—that I wanted us to work. Deep down in some part of my heart I kept locked away, I wanted that. I truly did. But I didn’t want to let go of my career, and I didn’t know if I’d have room for both in my life. I didn’t want to break his heart when I failed to make enough room for him. It was better not to try, better to avoid failure. He put me in an impossible place. I had to choose between my love for my career or my developing feelings for Adam.
Did I love him? Maybe. Everything happened so quickly. I barely remembered all of Christine and Wells’ wedding, but I remembered how Adam looked at his friends, and his face lit up in happiness for them. He drank and let loose and dragged me to the dance floor where we had the time of our lives. The chemistry between us climbed to new heights before we had no choice but to run upstairs and fuck it out of our systems—some ammonium phosphate to smother the flames. But they were never really extinguished, only hidden under the wet blanket I threw on them.
Adam was strong and brave and always put others before himself. He was smart, had a sense of humor, and looked hot as fuck naked. His gaze had a way of cutting right into me; he had a way of making me feel beautiful, despite what I’d been through and how I’d used my body. He knew my past and accepted me for it. He looked at me and saw me for what I was, not for what others had done to me or used me for. Plenty of men gazed at me naked, but none of them made me feel wanted in mind, body, and soul. Adam had; his eyes told me he wanted it all. And that absolutely terrified me. I’d rather take a bullet than confront those feelings head on.
I was going to have to choose between a job that patched me up when I was a broken mess and a man who made me feel whole.
What was I going to do?
“All right, get out of that head of yours. Adam and the rest are on their way back up, and you look like I kicked your kitten,” Wells said. He looked slightly guilty, and I almost felt bad for making him feel that way. Almost.
I let out a snort.
“Much better.” His smile was contagious. I bit on my lip to hide my own.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
abby
“All right, we’re leaving in twenty minutes. Everyone go take care of your last-minute needs. It’s going to be another long night,” Jones ordered.
“Meet back here in fifteen,” Wells added.
I stepped out of the room and felt Adam’s eyes on me as I left. I knew he’d follow. If the man had a chance to corner me, he would. It was the typical alpha-hole thing to do.
I stood outside my room door and swiped my key when Adam’s hand rested against the doorframe. I felt the heat of his body trapping me between the door and his hard torso.
“We need to talk,” he demanded. He left no room for argument in his tone or between us. I opened the door and then pulled him inside. When the door closed, I slammed Adam into it.
“No talking, only this.” I pressed my lips to his. I slid my hands under his shirt, and my fingers traced the grooves of his abdomen. His hands immediately grabbed my hips and jerked me closer to him.
Wells knew Adam better than I did, and if this was what he thought the man needed, then I wasn’t going to argue. It couldn’t make things any worse; our wires had already crossed so many times. How was one more time of bumping uglies going to hurt? Actually his“uglies”wasn’t ugly at all. It was actually a very good-looking penis.
I grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I moved my mouth down his neck and then down his smooth chest, leaving kisses as I went. He moaned at the sensation, then I felt his body tense. I looked upward and saw he was biting his lip as he looked up to the ceiling. His strong jawline smiled down on me. I tweaked his nipple and smirked in defiance. He quickly rotated us so that my back was pressed against the door. He lifted my shirt up and left kisses on my cleavage.
“You’re right, this is much better than talking,” he said to my right breast.
“Mhmm,” I moaned as his hand found its way into the front of my pants and under my panties.
His finger slipped inside of me and was met with no resistance. I wanted him inside me the moment I slammed him against the door. I was already wet for him. Whenever that man was near, I was wet for him. He was a fine piece of tattooed muscles. Knowing that he wanted me gave me a high I hadn’t felt in a long time. There were a lot of things he made me feel; some of them were a first. That absolutely terrified me.
From the expression in Adam’s eyes, I saw that Wells was right. Sex was exactly what Adam needed. As long as he didn’t ask me to marry him after this, we’d be okay until after the mission. This would be enough for now.
I mewled as his finger slipped in and out. When he added a second finger, my head hit the back of the door, and I let out a loud whimper. I needed more.
“We don’t have much time,” Adam said.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked between breaths.
“You’re right, what am I waiting for?” He let out a throaty chuckle. The sound stirred my insides. I loved that I delighted him that much.
He spun me around and pulled my pants down. His hands left my body only to unzip his fly. I barely had time to take a breath before his dick was in his hand and it was guided to my entrance. I took one breath and then he was in. I heard his sigh of relief and felt him withdraw. He entered again, and the sensation had me wanting to fall to my knees in pleasure. The chemistry between us was heightened by the sense of danger that we both felt coming for us. Add that this mission had a time limit and expiration date—it was a recipe for heartbreak. Yet we were both buying. Full-on lust and understanding.
“More,” I said, and he immediately complied.
