At the mention of the p-word, we looked at each other because he mentioned the unmentionable. It meant prison time. It meant kissing time. Also, he was touching me. Even now, his finger lingered on my hip, and it felt as if someone had put a red-hot iron on my body. For some inexplicable reason, my gaze darted to his crotch, where his pants were tented in a way that could mean only one thing. It was something he, and I could beton that, wasn’t aware of. It got me so flustered that I knocked down a beer bottle before sitting down next to him.
“What’s wrong?” Adam said, noticing my discomposure.
Nothing, except that you have an erection, and I want to sit on it.
I cringed.Jesus. No.
I rubbed the back of my neck and lied. “I think I strained the trapezius the other day when I was chasing that pickpocket.”
“I’ll give you a massage,” Adam said, turning toward me. “You can deduct it from the cost of my next sleepover.”
My eyes widened in alarm, but before I could say,Hell no, his hands were on my body. He gripped my shoulders and made me turn my back to him before I could process what was going on. Why? Because he was strong, he shocked me, and his manhandling skills were exceptional.
“You obviously regret choosing your profession,” I blurted, feeling the need to yap. “I’m guessing if you weren’t a cop, you would be a masseuse.”
“Not really,” Adam said, kneading my neck and, I was almost sure of it, sniffing me. “Verna taught me this.”
“Who the fuck is Verna?” I snapped before I could tell myself to tone it down.
The mere mention of a name that represented a woman in his life made me furious.
“She’s an acquaintance. And a psychic.”
“Did she look into the crystal ball and tell you your future?”
I was being inconsiderate, maybe even rude, but I couldn’t stand his hands on me for a moment longer.
“No, but she told me that change is good.”
I had to stop this without making it weird, but how?
“It’s fine now,” I muttered, perspiring from all the unsaid words and suppressed feelings. “You can st-stop now.”
“Why?”
I raised my shoulder, trying to make his hand go away.
“It’s better now.”
“But you still seem tense.”
Was he fucking with me? If so, he was about to regret it.
“You’re making me hard, alright?” I snapped, adjusting my erection crudely. “Cut it out.”
“So what if I am?” Adam said, sounding amused. “I made you hard before. What’s the big deal?”
“I didn’t mean you,” I bit out, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “This massage thing is what’s causing… You know what? Never mind. I’ll just take a shower or something.”
“Don’t. I like the way you smell.”
“L-likewise,” I stammered, turning around. “Look…”
His blue, challenging gaze met mine, and I wondered if he was on drugs or something. He didn’t seem like himself, but then again, I felt out of sorts as well.
“Look what?” he said as his blue eyes flicked to my mouth.
It was that little flick of the eye that spurred me into doing something stupid.
