Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
It's more than just lust. I know it is. But once more, Adam's kiss makes it nearly impossible to think.
This is what I needed. Not a party, not a distraction. This. Adam. His lips on mine. Just him. Just us.
Someone laughs loudly, too close for comfort, and I jump away from Adam as reality crashes back in. I'm breathless, my hands still gripping his biceps. "Adam, what happened to needing time to think?"
"Turns out I didn't need as much time as I thought."
"Then why didn't you stop me from leaving in the first place?"
Adam curses under his breath. "I'm trying to play this cool, okay? But I’m tired of pretending that I don't want to take you home right now and spend the rest of the night kissing every inch of your body. Not just tonight, either, Laurie."
My heart squeezes in my chest, "What about my mom? Your dad?"
"They're adults. They'll have to understand."
"What if they don't?"
"Then we'll deal with it."
It's all so intense that I can feel a headache coming on. I can read between the lines. He's talking about a lot more than just sleeping together, but we're also painfully aware of the bomb it will set off in our family. Suddenly, it feels like I can't breathe.
"I…Adam, I need a second. I need a second to breathe."
I don’t wait for him to respond. I turn and walk quickly back down the hallway, chest tight. The air outside is cool against my flushed skin as I step out onto the front porch, pulling my car keys from my bag with shaky hands. I don't even know where I want to go, just away from here.
I’m halfway to my car when I hear someone call my name.
“Laurie!”
I turn and groan inwardly when I see Danny leaning against the railing, a confident smirk plastered across his face.
I don't have the patience for this. "Goodbye, Danny," I say flatly, sidestepping him.
Of course, he steps in front of me to block my path. "Aw, come on. Don't be like that. We were having a good time, weren't we?"
"No," I snap, annoyance boiling over.
“Why so cold all of a sudden?” he asks, his tone shifting to something harder, less playful. “You’re too gorgeous to be this uptight, you know?”
Before I can tell him to get lost, there’s a shadow behind him, and suddenly Adam is there, his expression thunderous. Oh shit.
“She said to leave her alone,” Adam growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Get the fuck out of here. This is the only chance I'm going to give you."
Danny makes the stupid mistake of sizing Adam up. "What's the deal, man? You her bodyguard or something?"
"Something like that." Adam takes a step forward. "Get the fuck out of here. Again."
Danny laughs, but it's shaky, the bravado all but gone. "Relax, big guy. We were just talking. Plenty of pretty girls in there. Let me have this one."
Adam doesn’t give him a chance to say more. With one swift motion, his fist connects with Danny’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. I gasp, but Adam doesn't even flinch, his eyes fixed on Danny. Danny swears, clutching his face, but makes an attempt to strike back.
Adam dodges easily, throwing another punch and landing it square in his gut. Danny groans and stumbles back, crashing into the bushes next to the house.
"I told you to leave her the hell alone," Adam says coolly, watching the other man stagger to his feet and flee. "Don't let me catch you around her again."
Adam turns away without waiting for a response, stepping toward me, his eyes full of concern. "You okay?" he asks, shaking out his punching hand.
I nod, my emotions all over the place. I should be mad, but I'm secretly thrilled. He stood up for me without a second thought. My pussy throbs, but I try to keep my wits about me. "I didn't need you to do that."
"I know," he admits, "But I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Not when he was talking about my girl like that."
Another thrill rushes straight between my legs, and I clench them, just to ease the ache. I glance around, realizing we've made a spectacle of ourselves. "We should probably go. I think we've made enough of a scene for one night."
Adam nods and releases me. I feel the loss of his touch immediately. He glances toward my car. "You shouldn't be driving tonight."
"I'm not drunk," I protest.
"I know. But your hands are shaking. Let me drive. I'll bring you back for your car tomorrow."
"Fine," I sigh, handing him the keys, hating that he's right. The keys jingle erratically in my unsteady hands.
I climb into the passenger seat of his SUV and click my seat belt into place. Adam gets in beside me and starts the engine, the low rumble vibrating through me. He puts the car into gear and pulls away from the curb.