Page 17 of Crazy Obsession
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
The words echo through me, low and rough, impossible to silence.Because I couldn’t tell him he was wrong.Because dinner with Mason felt like settling, and kissing Adam felt like flying.
And that terrifies me more than anything.I can’t open myself up again, not to someone who could destroy me without a single thought.I don’t think Adam would actually hurt me on purpose, but I can’t take the chance.I won’t survive it again.
I grab one of the little blue pillows off the couch and hurl it at the wall.It bounces harmlessly to the floor.My throat tightens, my chest aching.
“Goddamn you, Adam,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
A knock sounds on my door.Sharp and demanding.
I freeze, my breath caught in my lungs as I stare at the door.I don’t have to look.I know it’s him.
“Lenor.”His voice cuts through the wood, deep and steady.“Open the damn door.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll stand out here all night.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.Of course he will.Adam Blake doesn’t bluff.
My hand trembles as I unlock the door and yank it open, ready to tear into him.But the sight of him steals every word from my mouth.He’s leaning against the frame, dark eyes locked on me, jaw tight, chest heaving like he ran here.And there’s no cocky grin this time.No smirk.Just raw, unguarded determination.
“We’re not done, Lennie,” he says.
I cross my arms, trying to hold myself together.“You need to leave.”
“I can’t.”He steps inside before I can stop him, shutting the door behind him.The room shrinks instantly, his presence filling it, filling me.“Not when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?”My voice is sharp, shaky.
“Like you want me as much as I want you.”His words are soft but full of determination.
My breath catches.“You’re imagining things,” I lie.
“No.”His hand cups the back of my neck, gentle but firm, tilting my face up.“I’ve had a lot of women, Lenor.A lot.But none of them ever looked at me the way you do.”
My pulse hammers.My walls quake.And I hate him for knowing me this well.
“Do you really think telling me about your never-ending list of conquests is going to make me give in?”Anger and irrational jealousy flow through me.
“You’re missing the point,” he says, our gazes locked.“You’re the one woman I see.The only woman I want.The only woman I am willing to change for.”
“You’ll ruin me,” I whisper.
“Maybe,” he admits, his forehead pressing to mine.“But I’ll ruin myself first.”
And then his mouth is on mine.And the kiss is fire, just like it always is.Wild, consuming, and desperate.I shove at his chest once, weakly, but then I’m clutching his shirt, dragging him closer, drowning in him.His hands grip my waist, my back, my hair, like he can’t decide which part of me he needs most.
We stumble backward, bumping into the couch, collapsing onto it in a tangle of limbs.His weight presses me down, solid and hot, and every inch of me screams yes.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps against my lips.
I can’t.God help me, I can’t.Instead, I whisper, “Don’t stop.”
We undress without thought, our clothes falling everywhere.His shirt, my dress, a trail of fabric leading to inevitability.His hands skim every inch of skin as he bares me, his lips following the same path.His touch is electric, setting my skin on fire.
“This isn’t just a one-time thing, Lennie,” Adam says, his arms keeping him braced above me.
