Page 48 of Don't Say You're Sorry

She still looks pissed, but asks, “Are you both okay?”

I nod. Adam nods too, and the two of us climb off the counter to start cleaning up the mess we made.

“Leave it for the morning. You can clean it up while I tear you both a new one. Go to bed.”

She doesn’t have to tell us twice. Wordlessly, we sidestep them and make a beeline for the stairs. I mouth,Sorry, over my shoulder, and Veronica shakes her head at me, though I don’t miss the small amount of amusement there.

When we get to my bedroom door, Adam keeps walking toward his own, and I grab the scruff of his hoodie, pulling his back to my chest. He grins as I push him inside my bedroom, quietly closing the door and locking us inside.

“Did that sober you up?” I ask, his back hitting my bed as I crawl onto it with him.

He inhales deeply through his nose, then exhales. “Nope.”

I chuckle and lie on my side facing him, propping my head up on my hand, my fingers hovering over his chest. “Your turn to tell me something.”

He nods, eyes on the ceiling. “Anything.”

“You ever had your heart broken?”

He turns his head to face me, then his body, mirroring my position. A little vee forms between his brows, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as his eyes bounce all over my face. “No. Maybe.”

“Tell me.”

Cringing, he shakes his head. “I can’t.”

“You just told me you’d tell me anything,” I remind him, scooting even closer until we’re pressed together from our chests to knees. “Say it.”

“No.”

Finally giving in to my urge to run my fingers through his hair, I yank his head back and press my mouth to his cheek. “Say it,” I repeat.

He chokes on a groan, wiggling against me, though he’s not trying to get free. “Every time I see you with someone else, Idie a little on the inside,” he rushes out, panting against my ear. “Fuck. I?—”

I don’t hesitate. “Then I’ll stop.”

“What?”

“If it hurts you, I’ll stop.” I run my lips over his cheek. “Nothing’s worth hurting you, Adam.”

His throat bobs with a swallow.

Forcing myself to pull back, I stare at his face, and he stares at mine, his cheeks flaming in the low light coming from the lamp on my nightstand.

I want to lick every inch of his beautiful face. I want to bite him, kiss him, claim him. I want to tear his clothes off and see what other parts of his body are stained red. I want to rub against him and find out if his dick is as hard as mine.

Blowing out a breath, I stand, not trusting myself to be near him right now. “You should g?—”

Quickly pushing up to his knees, Adam yanks me back to him by my hoodie, his other hand on the back of my neck, and pulls my mouth to his.

And like the reckless fucker I am, I revel in it.

Sliding my hands to the backs of his thighs, I flip him onto his back and follow him down, settling between his open legs. I push his hands up near his head, pinning them to the sheet, and drag my tongue over his lips, coaxing his mouth to open for me. I don’t care how wrong this is—I’m getting a taste this time.

His lips part, and I roll my tongue over his, swallowing the soft moan he rewards me with. As I suck on his tongue before feeding him mine, his body trembling beneath me, all I can think is,Now he’s gone and done it.One taste. One fucking taste and I’m addicted to it. Tohim.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” I rasp.

He tears his mouth away, his head turned to the side, his hands still pinned. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m s?—”

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