Page 18 of Crazy Obsession
Fear spreads through me but I fight and tamp it down.I need to take a chance or I will always wonder what could have been if I didn’t let my fear rule me.
“Just don’t hurt me.”My words are soft and cautious.
“Never.”
His lips cover mine once more, pouring all his passion into a single action.His left hand cups my breast, his thumb swiping over my distended nipple.A small sound of pleasure bubbles up inside me and I feel his smile against my lips before he breaks the kiss.His lips trail down my neck until he reaches the same nipple he just teased, sucking on it lightly.
Every movement, kiss, lick, and nip only heightens my arousal.Adam slips his fingers between my thighs and through the wetness gathered there.
“Fuck, Lennie,” he mumbles against my skin.“Just as perfect as I remember.”
“Please, Adam.”
“I love when you say my name.”
He works his way lower down my body until his mouth reaches my apex.I push against his shoulder to stop him and he glances up my body.
“You don’t have to—”
“Fuck, yes, I do!”he cuts me off.“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you.”
And then his mouth is on me.His tongue spears into me before it moves to my clit, swirling around the distended nub and pushing my arousal ever higher.
“Adam!”I cry out as my orgasm slams into me.
He makes a sound of satisfaction as he laps at my spasming pussy, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from my body.
I’m still coming down from the last orgasm when I feel him slide into me.His movements are slow, torturous, and perfect.When I open my eyes, he is staring down at me with a softness I have never seen from Adam Blake before I know, without a doubt, that I am completely and utterly fucked.Adam Blake is the only man that will ever make me feel like this.
This time we don’t fuck.No, Adam Blake is making love to me and my emotions are strangling me.This isn’t frantic, not like that first night.This time it’s slower, deeper, every thrust deliberate, every kiss a promise.His hand laces with mine, his forehead resting against mine, his voice ragged as he whispers my name.
I break apart beneath him, not just my body but my heart, splintering under the weight of what I feel.And when he follows, shuddering, his mouth pressed to my shoulder, I know I’m lost.
We lie there in the aftermath, tangled, sweaty, and breathing hard.His arm stays around me, holding me close, like he’s terrified I’ll vanish if he lets go.And for one perfect, dangerous moment, I let myself believe.That maybe I could be his.That maybe chaos could be worth the risk.
But then reality crashes back in.Jacob’s betrayal.Karmen’s kiss.The whispers.The pity.The fear that I’m not enough, that I’ll never be enough for anyone.
I shove at his chest, slipping out from under him.My voice shakes.“This was a mistake.”
His head jerks up, disbelief flashing across his face.“Don’t do that.Don’t pretend it didn’t mean something.”
I yank my dress back on, refusing to meet his eyes.“It can’t mean anything.”
“The hell it can’t!”He grabs my wrist, pulling me back, his voice rough with desperation.“You think I don’t know the risk?You think I don’t see the way you fight me?I don’t care, Lennie.I want you anyway.”
Tears sting my eyes.I wrench free, backing away, clutching myself like I can hold in the pieces of my heart.“Wanting isn’t enough.”
His chest heaves.His eyes burn with something I can’t name.“It’s a start.”
I can’t do this.I can’t survive him.So I do the only thing I can.I open the door, my voice breaking.“Go, Adam.”
For a long, agonizing moment, he just stares at me.Then, slowly, he gets dressed and walks past me before he steps out.But before he leaves, he leans in close, his voice a vow that shivers down my spine.“I’m not giving up on you.”
The door clicks shut as he stands on the porch step staring at me.I collapse against it, sobbing silently, because part of me doesn’t want him to.
