Page 34 of Not That Complicated

He moved against me in fluid thrusts, but his urgency had faded. Mine had ratcheted up. My need to orgasm was clawing at me like an animal. If he didn’t get back up to speed,I’dbe clawing at Adam like an animal, and then I’d have no self-respect left at all.

“I’m taking my time, Ray,” he said.

“Okay, but can we get back on track? Because some of us have to work tomorrow. It’s late. I need sleep.”

He gazed down at me. “We’ll go at my pace,” he said, and kissed me tenderly.

I seethed with a mix of physical need, indignation at his dominating attitude—we’ll go at my pace, who did he think he was?—even greater indignation that I didn’t laugh in his face about it, and more of that fear.

Erotic fear, yes.

But worse. Emotional fear.

He was staring into my eyes. Right in. He was staring at me like he could see everything, like I was lying there and giving it all up.

And I couldn’t read him for shit.

I closed my eyes.

“Look at me, Ray,”

“No, thank you.”

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?” He kissed me and murmured against my lips, “I know you do. I’m blushing for you, Ray. Don’t you want to see my pretty blush?”

My eyes popped open. “That was low.” He knew I was bedazzled by him. He’d sounded resigned, amused, a bit bitter about it. “You are very manipulative.”

Also, that wasn’t a blush. You had to feel at least a grain of self-consciousness for it to be a blush, and he didn’t have it in him. It was a sex flush.

He hummed. “I do what I must to get what I want. And I always get what I want. I’ll use any tool necessary.”

“Wow,” I said, eyes wide. “Unsettling.”

He flashed me a bright grin, wide and dimpled. “True, though.”

“Uh-huh. Well, you want an orgasm, I’m right here to use. Come on, Junior. Let’s get this show on the road.” I got a good grip on his arse and hauled him against me, hard.

Adam went rigid above me.

His smile had vanished. His face was once again that distant and intimidating mask of perfection. He caught my jaw, pressed his thumb into my lower lip and glared down his nose at me.

The air in the room was charged and crackling. My hands fluttered up to lie flat on his chest, his skin scorching hot beneath my palms, his heart pounding. I wasn’t pushing him away. I wasn’t drawing him back down, either.

“Uh—” I said.

He dipped his head and kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and twisted over mine, his lips worked hard. He took a sharp breath in through his nose and broke away.

“I told you not to call me that,” he said.

“What?”

“Three times. You need to listen, Ray.”

I gaped at him.

Adam pushed up and off me, then rolled off the bed. He stood looking at me. “Are you scared?” he snapped.

“I mean, a little? If I’m honest?”

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