“Bullshit,” I barked. “The only thing missing was the keg and pyramid of empty beer cans and red cups decorating the kitchen table. And for the record, all I got rid of was the trash.”
“Phan-tom,” Adam growled, making my dick stir in my jeans.
I gave him mydon’t-fuck-with-mestare, but he didn’t cooperate. Instead, he took one long, calloused finger and poked me, hard, in the chest. It didn’t hurt, but he was making it very difficult for me to keep my hands off him.
“Rock-star,” I growled back, lowering my face until it was inches from his.
We stared each other down like two MMA fighters circling in the ring. And when we were close enough for the air to fill with the scent of his cologne and his heated skin, I stepped back. If I didn’t get out of here, I was going to lose the single thread of control I was still hanging on to, and kiss the fuck out of him.
So I backed off and left Adam huffing and puffing, standing in the middle of the floor. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to cross the line with him.
“You’re just like everyone else.”
At first, his words didn’t register. Not until later.
After closing the door behind me, I leaned against it and tried to calm my racing heart. His words had stung. More than they should if he was ‘just a job’, like I kept telling myself. This was not good. Not good at all.
The longer I thought about it, the more I realized I craved being near him. I had this never-ending need to see him smile or roll his eyes at me. I’d never experienced anything like this until Adam Spencer was near every waking moment of every day.
In a handful of weeks, we’d grown closer. We were friends before any of this started, and that’s probably where we needed to stay. But with each passing day, I found my thoughts about him were becoming more and more sexual. The color of his eyes and the sound of his voice when he laughed. I couldn’t help listening outside the bathroom door when he sang in the shower. I loved the debates over which was better, New York or Chicago style pizza, or which movie we were going to watch. And his quick wit and smart-ass comments never failed to light me up. All of it was enchanting to me.
Not to mention his year-round tanned skin, and the tattoos on his neck that danced every time he laughed or spoke and thoroughly drove me crazy. It was all I could do to keep from kissing him. I wanted so much more exploration with him, and my resolve to keep my hands to myself was waning.
Then what he’d said came rushing back into my brain.
You’re just like everyone else.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried to ease the tension headache forming behind my eyes. If I stopped it now, maybe I could avoid a migraine.
Opting for a hot shower to relax all the tense muscles in my body, I stripped down to my boxer briefs. I grabbed what I needed from my bag and opened the door.
To my surprise, Adam was leaning against the opposite wall. His face showed all of his inner turmoil and regret. When he looked at me like that, I couldn’t stay mad at him. I found it impossible to stay angry at him. I knew he was simply protecting himself when he lashed out like that.
Adam Spencer was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He was breathtaking.
Pushing himself from the wall, Adam dropped his gaze to his hands, where he manipulated a guitar pick between his fingers. I’d noticed him doing it before—when he was nervous.
He cleared his throat and finally glanced up at me before lowering his eyes again. I almost missed what he said.
“I was a dick to you, and I’m sorry. I know you were only trying to help.”
When I didn’t reply, he scanned my body from my bare feet all the way to my eyes.
“Can you say something? I’m apologizing for being a prick about—”
Unable to stop myself, I closed the distance between us. I backed him against the wall and braced my forearms along it, leaving just a few inches between us. His body heat radiated against my skin and the smell of his cologne filled my senses.
Adam shifted, bringing his hands up to cup my face. Despite what had happened before, the warmth in his eyes showed no sign of the anger he felt before. He ran his thumbs along my bearded jawline, and I leaned into his touch.
“Please forgive me, Michael,” he whispered.
Fireworks exploded in my brain as I kissed him. The dam holding back my self-control had been broken wide open by the warm glide of his tongue. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of him.
Leaning into him, chest to chest, I could feel his heart thudding against mine. Relief washed over me, simply from touching him. Before I was ready, I pulled back to catch my breath. No one had ever left me feeling breathless the way Adam just did.
For the first time in a long time, I felt more than a biological need for another person. I wanted everything from him. All his kisses, his pain, and his happiness. I wanted to spend every waking moment with him and make him smile. I wanted to protect him from ever being hurt again.
I was falling for my Rockstar.
