Page 30 of Not That Complicated

Adam was holding my upper arms, his head at a curious angle. “Even if the corpse in your bedroom floor could have communicated with you, Ray, he’d never have told you about me bouncing around on your boyfriend.”

I chewed my lip. “You think he was on Fraser’s side? He preferred Fraser?” I said.

Most people did, even after he weaselled off to Wantage and I was left living in a place that suddenly made me feel like a stranger. Unfortunately, all of my financial assets were sunk into the house. Whether I belonged or not, here I would remain.

Possibly forever, because how the hell was I going to offload a murder house?

I glared up at Adam.

He returned my glare with amusement. He bumped me and proceeded to back me out of the room. “I meant that I never rode your boyfriend like a cowboy, Ray.” He bent down and bit my lip gently. “I’m a top.”

Until that moment, I didn’t think that I could have wanted Adam more.

Apparently, I could.

The idea of having Adam under me, of looking down into his beautiful face and tenderly taking him as a worldly wise and experienced older lover had been clamouring for my attention for longer than I cared to admit.

The idea of having Adam hold me down while he moved in me, over me, hit me with all the subtlety of an unexpected slap to the balls.

I was violently aroused.

“Thought it was Fraser fucking me, did you?” he said with an edge. “What on earth gave you that impression? Because I’m younger than him? Because I’m prettier? You do know that’s not how it works, don’t you?”

We’d made it into the guest room and he’d been inexorably backing me across the room. My legs hit the bed and I glanced down. He reclaimed my attention with a softahnoise and a finger under my chin.

I jerked my chin up. “What on earth gave you the impression that I know how any of this works?” I said. I’d intended it to come out as sassy. It sounded lost.

“Then allow me to educate you, Ray,” Adam said, and pushed me backward. I hit the bed.

He crawled over me, somehow managing to get an arm beneath me and slide me up the mattress. I was breathless with the show of strength and, oh god, that confidence again. I’d say arrogance, but...it wasn’t.

It was certainty.

There were few things I found more attractive than self-assurance and certainty.

I gazed up into his face. “Fraser never let me fuck him,” I said.

Adam’s mouth was soft, his eyes sympathetic yet guarded. “Did you want to?” He settled his weight on me and I relaxed under it with a wash of relief.

“Sometimes.”

Adam looked at me.

“Fine. Once. I didn’t... I prefer...”

“You finishing that sentence?”

“No, actually. I have no idea what I’m saying. I have no idea what I’m doing. WhatamI doing? I’m lying under a hotel receptionist preparing to share my sexual preferences.” My breathing was fast and ragged. “Adam. None of this was on my calendar. This isnothow my Tuesday was supposed to go.”

Adam pressed more of his weight into me. My arms came up and locked around his waist.

“Yesterday morning, my biggest problem was whether or not Craig would get the job done in one day or if it would end up being a two-day thing, and would I have to go and buy more Hobnobs. Then he pulled up the floorboards, an exceedingly unlikely chain of events ensued, and somehow I’m here.”

“I’d say things are on the up,” Adam murmured.

I squinted at him. “You’re talking about my dick, aren’t you?”

He laughed, open and honest. “No. I mean, yeah, it’s up—” he rolled his hips into mine and I moaned, “—but I meant the body’s gone, it’s all been dealt with, and you can move on.”

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