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His mistake was that he let go of my wrist while his head was still close to mine. With a battle cry I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled as hard as I could, making him cry out in pain.
I tore out hair when he pulled back but I didn’t care, I was like a wounded animal – broken, tired, and angry at all the people who had hurt me in the past. This wasn’t just about Adam and me, it was a rare chance for me to fight back and restore a bit of my pride.
We rolled around on the floor, him trying to get a hold on my arms and me scratching, pounding, fighting, and trying desperately to get on top of him. When he grabbed one arm, I planted my teeth in his neck and bit him in desperation.
With a furious growl he broke free and turned me on my belly.
I screamed and threw my head back to hit his head, but eventually the pressure from his entire body covering mine made it impossible to breathe.
“Calm down,” he panted in my ear.
“I can’t breathe,” I hissed back and that made him lift off my back a little.
I clamped my jaw so tight that I feared my molars might be crushed from the pressure. I could still taste the salt from his skin, and his masculine smell was all over me from our tussle. Underneath my humiliation there was an ancient pull of something deeper. Adam was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He oozed sexual confidence, and being pinned under him with his body pressed against me aroused a primitive part of my brain.Did he just push his hips against my butt? And was that…? Shit, is he hard?
“Are you done fighting me?” he asked in a low rumble.
I refused to answer him and in response he weighed down on me again.
“Say that you’ll be calm if I let you go,” he ordered close to my ear, his warm breath on my skin.
My pride made it impossible to surrender, and he didn’t scare me like Niko had that night.
“Say it, Chloe.”
“Get off me.” I made another attempt to buck him off, but he was a solid rock and not moving an inch. The more I wriggled my body the clearer it was to me that I had a large and very aroused man on top of me.
“You’re poking me,” I breathed, hoping that would make him embarrassed enough to pull away.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” He growled and tightened his hold on my wrist. “I’m not into divas.”
“Ahgrr.” I growled and gave up fighting. I hated that he was physically bigger and stronger, but the fact was that there was nothing I could do about it. He had absolute control of the situation.
“Say that you’ll be calm and I’ll let you go,” he repeated.
“Okay.” I hissed. “Just don’t touch me.”
When he began to rise I immediately pushed up to follow but made the mistake of moving up too quickly. As I scrambled to get up on my hands and knees, my back came into direct contact with Adam’s hard chest. I moved slower to avoid touching him, confused about my anger mixing with lust.
Little by little I pushed myself up. When he stopped, I stopped as well, and we were going no faster than he would allow. I avoided contact with his body but still felt heat emanating from him as his arms encased my entire body and his hands pressed next to mine on the floor. I turned my head and saw his arm effectively trapping me within his embrace though no part of him was touching me any longer.
He kept me imprisoned for long seconds with me panting from physical exertion underneath him, but just when I thought he would never move, he inched upright again and removed his arm from around my body.
Adam’s sitting back on his heels allowed me to do the same and slowly I turned to look at him. Maybe it was the ancient part of my brain that was screwing with me, because when I turned my head I kept my gaze down before I found the strength to lift my eyes. Almost as if I acknowledged his dominance.
He watched me with dark eyes. "Don’t ever do that again." It wasn't a question; it was a command.
“Do what?” I asked defiantly.
With husky male pent-up energy, he leaned in and touched my back when he whispered in my ear. “You kicked, hit, and bit me, Chloe.”
His warm breath on my skin did funny things to my sanity, and as if I had learned nothing from his show of dominance, I said, “Told you I could kick your ass.”
Like a wicked older brother, he patted the top of my hair and used my head as support to get up – pressing me down in the process.
“You know what, little diva?” he said and held out a hand to pull me up. “You’re feisty. I like that.”
I batted his hand away and got up on my own.
“Yeah, well, you know what, little Adam? I don’t care what you think.”Shit, that sounded lame.Where were my screenwriters when I needed a cool one-liner?
He chuckled and moved to the fireplace. “I think you do care. In fact, I think the problem is that you care too much about what others think.”
“I do not. All I care about is when that tomato soup is done – I’m hungry.”
Adam had the nerve to turn and give me a bright smile. “Then let’s eat, shall we?”
