Every rational thought in my head screamsno.
But my body?My heart?They’re already his.So I nod and he drags me from the dance floor so quickly I stumble in my heels.He catches me around the waist and helps me along.
We barely make it to the back office before his mouth is on me again.He kicks the door shut, pins me against it, and kisses me like he’s been waiting his whole life for this.Maybe he has.
My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan.His hands roam everywhere, my waist, my thighs, my ass, like he can’t decide what part of me he wants to memorize first.
Our clothes come off in a blur.My top hits the floor and his shirt follows.The heat between us is unbearable, like we’ll combust if we don’t have each other right now.When he lifts me onto the desk, scattering papers and pens to the floor, I don’t care about anything but him.
“Tell me to stop,” he pants, his forehead resting against mine.“Say the word, Lennie, and I will.”
I should.God, I should.But instead, I clutch his face, dragging his mouth back to mine.“Don’t you fucking dare stop, Adam.”
The sound he makes is guttural, almost primal.He pushes my skirt up around my waist and rips my underwear off.I hear his belt buckle and zipper before the crinkle of the condom wrapper.It feels like it takes forever but then he’s inside me, filling me, stretching me, and I cry out, clinging to him like I’ll drown without him.
Nothing about this is slow, sweet, or tender.It’s desperate, and messy, and perfect.Every thrust is fire, every kiss is like breathing oxygen for the first time, and every touch is more than I can handle.
I lose myself in him.In the heat, the passion, and the way he makes me feel like I’m not broken.Like maybe I’ve been waiting for this all along.
And when I shatter, when the pleasure overwhelms me, it’s with his name on my lips.And when he follows, his body trembling, his mouth is pressed to my shoulder.And I know, with sudden, intense clarity, this isn’t just a one-night mistake.
It’s the beginning of something I can’t escape.
Which is exactly why it terrifies me.
And when the haze clears, when the reality sinks in, I shove at his chest and force myself to breathe.
“One night,” I whisper fiercely, my voice shaking.“That’s all this is.One night.”I can’t let myself fall again, I can’t open myself up to a man like Adam Blake because I won’t survive it when he breaks me.Not this time.
His eyes lock on mine, stormy and burning.“It’s not.”
But I can’t let myself believe him.So I turn and walk away, praying that walking back into the bar doesn’t feel like walking away from the only man who’s ever really seen me.
Chapter Three
Not Just One Night
