Page 100 of Not That Complicated

“I think I’ll make you beg. I think you’d like that.” He used his weight to tip me back at an angle. “I’ll make you desperate for me, Ray.” His eyes glinted.

I didn’t know quite how to tell him, but I was about as desperate as I could get by this point. Any more desperate, and I’d combust right here. It was all I could do not to reach down, grab him, and sit on him.

He stroked in wide circles over my arse. The circles began to narrow. He dragged hot fingers against my skin, then eased them between my cheeks. He hummed when I flinched and thrust against him involuntarily.

I caved.

“Okay, ” I said, “you’re right. I’ll beg. Please put your beautiful big dick in me, Adam.”

He grinned. “I’d say you’re easy, but holyshitit’s taken me months to get you where I want you. Once I’ve got your pants down, though? Then you’re easy for me.”

I opened my mouth to shoot back an indignant response, but where was the lie? “You should see how easy I get when my pants are all the way off as well as down,” I hinted.

Adam writhed himself out of his jeans.

That’s the only way I can describe it.

He flexed his large body, dragging his jeans the rest of the way down, and squirmed them off. He lay before me and quirked a brow.

I skimmed a hand over the flat plane of his abs. His cock jumped and he hissed.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I told him.

His eyes met mine with a hint of vulnerability. I was reminded of the way he’d turned away at the end of the phone sex.

“You’re also bossy, annoying as hell, and I like you. A lot.” I had a horrifying feeling thatI like youdidn’t begin to cover it.

Adam held my gaze.

“I’ve already had a better time with you than in any relationship I’ve ever had,” I continued. I patted his stomach. “Even if the sex turns out to be a bit of a damp squib?” His eyes narrowed to gleaming, dangerous slits. “I’d still want you around. To know you.”

I had the feeling that people lost their minds over Adam.

I couldn’t deny that I was doing it right now. He was beautiful.

But I really, stupidly for my heart and ego, really did like him. He wasn’t a beautiful thing to me. I’d made a mistake saying that. I meant it as he was the most beautiful person. Of course he heard it all the time. Of course he’d think that I was talking about his body. I wasn’t.

Adam sat up, and took hold of my t-shirt. He drew it up and over my head, the fabric brushing over my skin and making me shiver. He smiled when, yep, my hair stood up in a puff of static. He smoothed it down, and cupped the back of my neck. “Get the condom and lubricant.” he said.

“Yes,” I said, sitting there with my pjs still around my knees. Then, “No. Oh, no.”

“What’s wrong?”

I grabbed him by the shoulders. “I don’t have any!”

“Okay, calm down.” He was trying not to laugh.

“No, I won’t calm down. Don’t tell me to calm down. Do you know how long it’s been since I was even close to anyone?”

“I’m guessing a long time.”

“A long time! It’s been a long time! And now there’s you? And I don’t...oh no...oh, seriously, fuck my life. Fuck it.”

Adam pushed me flat, kissed me hard, and rolled off the bed. “I’d rather fuck you,” he said. “And I’ll get on that in a minute. You get naked for me. I’ve got condoms.”

“Of course you have.” I yelped when he pinched my toe as he passed.

“Naked,” he said. “Right now.” I watched him go. All sleek muscles and dangerous grace, and his round arse flexing as he—

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