Page 22 of Crazy Obsession
I hold up a hand, cutting him off.“But you already broke me.The first night you kissed me, I was done for.And every time I tried to pretend otherwise, it just hurt more.”
His arms drop to his sides, his eyes burning into mine as he leans across the bar top.“Say it.”His voice is low and demanding.
My throat tightens and my breathing grows erratic as I push past the fear holding me back.But I do.
“I love you, Adam Blake.”
The words leave me trembling, raw and bare.But the second they’re out, relief crashes over me like a wave.Because it’s the truth.It’s always been the truth.
Adam stares at me for one heartbeat, two.And then he’s across the bar, his hands cupping my face, his mouth crashing onto mine.
The kiss is everything, wild and desperate and tender all at once.His lips taste like redemption, and his hands feel like anchors.I melt against him, clutching at his shirt, finally letting myself have what I’ve wanted all along.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, his voice a rough whisper.“Say it again.”
“I love you.”My voice cracks, but it’s steady enough.“I’m yours.”
His chest heaves.His eyes shine.“You’re mine,” he echoes fiercely.“And I’m never letting you go.”
We don’t make it upstairs.
We barely make it to the back office before his mouth is on mine again, our bodies pressed together, years of tension snapping like a live wire.
But this time, it’s different.It’s not just desire.It’s need.It’s love.It’s forever.And for the first time, I don’t feel terrified.I feel free.
Adam lifts me in his arms and presses my back against the door.My sundress bunches up around my hips as his hands grip my ass.His lips skim my neck as one hand lowers the straps of my dress.
“Adam,” I moan, gripping his hair and pulling back his head to look into his eyes.“I want you inside me.”
“Just, let me take my time,” he says, his eyes wild.
“Later.I just want to feel you now.”
He stares at me for a moment before doing what I ask.His pants drop to the floor and the crinkle of the condom wrapper follows.His hand moves between my legs, finding no underwear to bar his entrance.
“No panties, Lennie.”
“I was working with a plan.”
He slams into me, fucking me against the wooden surface, both hands back on the globes of my ass.Pleasure courses through me and I can’t hold back my moans.
I don’t last long until my second orgasm crashes over me.Adam groans, his hips thrusting erratically before he joins me in pleasure.We breathe hard for long moments before he carries me over to the couch, still inside me, and letting me straddle him.I trace lazy circles on his chest, my heart steady for the first time in years.
He tilts my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.“Say it one more time.”
I smile softly as I stare at him.“I love you.”
His grin is slow and devastating.“Good.Because I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”
And I know then that I made the right choice.Not the safe one.Not the easy one.But the only one that’s ever mattered.
Adam Blake is mine.And I’m his.
