Adam
I’ve had a lot of kisses in my life.Too many, if you believe what half this town says about me.Girls in dark corners, girls in the back of my truck, even girls behind the bleachers after games.Kisses that were sweet, or dirty, or even forgettable.
But none of them ever felt like this.None of them ever tasted like Lenor Daniels.
The second her lips touch mine and she doesn’t push me away, I’m done.Game over.All those years of wanting her, of biting my tongue and playing the cocky little brother while Wesley and Shane rolled their eyes at me, it all explodes in a single heartbeat.And I know.Iknow without a fucking doubt.This isn’t just a kiss.This is so much more.
Her hands are clutching my shoulders, her mouth moving against mine like she’s been starving for me, and fuck if that doesn’t undo me.Because I have been starving for her.For years.Especially this last year since our first kiss.
She has no clue how long I’ve been watching her.
The first time I noticed her, she was sixteen, standing in line at the diner with her hair pulled up in a messy knot, yelling at the waitress because she brought the wrong milkshake for Karmen.She was fierce, mouthy, and so goddamn beautiful it knocked the wind out of me.
And now she’s in my arms, grinding against me like she can’t get close enough.And my self-control is just fucking shredded.
By the time we stumble into the office, I’m half-wild with need but so is she.My mouth trails down her throat, her nails digging into my back, and I swear I’ll never want anyone else again.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasp, my forehead pressed to hers.
She shakes her head, eyes blazing, lips swollen.“Don’t you fucking dare, Adam.”
That’s all it takes—her words, the threat behind them, and my name on her kiss-bruised lips.I push her skirt up to her hips and rip her panties off like a fucking animal.I don’t take the time to fully undress either of us, simply sheath my erection in a condom before I sink into her, and the world outside this perfect fucking moment disappears.
It’s rough, messy, and frantic.Papers scatter across the floor and the desk creaks under our weight.But it’s more than that, too.It’s raw, and real, and everything I’ve never let myself hope for.
She clings to me like she needs me, and the sound she makes when she falls apart with my name on her lips is the most perfect thing I’ve ever heard.When I follow, it’s with her name torn from my throat and my lips pressed to her shoulder.I stay inside her, holding her against me, breathing like I’ve just run a marathon.My chest is pounding, my skin slick with sweat, and all I can think is—mine.She’s mine.
But then she pushes at my chest, pulling back like I’ve burned her.Her eyes are wide and panicked.“One night.That’s all this is, Adam.”
I give her the only answer I have.“It’s not.”
“One night,” she repeats, her voice fierce, though it trembles at the edges.“You don’t get to turn this into anything else.”
I shake my head slowly, disbelief coiling in my gut.“You can’t mean that.”
She slips off the desk, fumbling for her clothes, tugging her top back on with shaking hands.She doesn’t say anything else, she just starts walking out like nothing happened.
Her words slam into me harder than any punch I’ve ever taken.But she couldn’t be more wrong.
“It’s not one night,” I tell her, my voice rough as she opens the door.“I don’t care how many times you say it, I know the truth.You feel this, the same way I do.”
For a heartbeat, I swear she believes me.Her throat works, her chest rising and falling fast, her lips parting like she wants to admit it.But then she opens the door to the office and walks out.
The door slams behind her, the sound echoing through me as well as the room.And I’m left standing there, bare-chested and furious, my whole body still humming with her touch and the best goddamned orgasm of my entire life.
I take my time pulling myself together, because if I chase her now, I’ll scare her worse.She needs space.She needs to pretend she can control this.And if I know anything about Lenor Daniels, it’s that she doesn’t do well with feeling out of control.So I’ll give her the illusion.For now.But while she’s out there convincing herself this was just sex, I’m in here knowing the truth.It wasn’t just sex.It was everything.She is everything.
I lean against the desk, raking a hand through my hair, and laugh once, a harsh, bitter, and disbelieving sound.“One night, my ass.”
I’ve waited too long, and wanted her too much, to let her walk away like this.Let the whole damn town call me reckless.Let Wesley and Shane roll their eyes.Let Lenor fight me tooth and nail.But I am not letting go.Not when she finally kissed me back.Not when she finally gave me a taste of what we could be.
She can lie to herself all she wants.But I know better.This isn’t just one night.It’s the start of forever.
