Page 14 of Missing Piece
A small smile crept onto Vincent’s face as he began to stroke Adam’s burning cheek. “You’re smarter than most people give you credit for, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m just a junkie without a fix.” Adam pressed his lips together so he wouldn’t say anything snarkier than that. Closing his eyes, he found himself suddenly soothed by Vincent’s cool fingertips on his burning skin. Adam hated to admit it, but this was more intimate than he had been with anyone in a long time. It almost felt…good. Opening his eyes, Adam realized he had broken eye contact. “I’m sorry—”
Vincent’s finger pressed to Adam’s lips. Tension ran through Adam as he waited for whatever blow was about to hit him.Idiot. He just told you the rules and you already fucked it up. Like always.Staring at Vincent, Adam looked for the anger or irritation in those icy eyes, but it wasn’t there.
“I get the sense that you’re much more than that,” Vincent said, almost to himself. Vincent ran his fingers along Adam’s chin, tracing the line of his jaw until his fingers ran through Adam’s unkempt hair.
“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, a shudder running through him as Vincent’s thumb stroked the shell of his ear. Goosebumps crawled across Adam’s skin, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. It felt good. Really good.
Don’t let this trick you. He just punched you in the face. He confirmed he’s not human. A vampire. A literal monster.But the way Vincent was looking at him didn’t make him think of amonster. Adam didn’t like it.
No.
Wait.
Adam did like it.
He just didn’t want to.
“What are you doing?” Adam asked again.
Vincent’s eyes drifted lower, to Adam’s lips. “I just…kind of want to…” Vincent leaned closer until his lips pressed against Adam’s.
Adam’s first instinct should have been to pull away. To be disgusted. To hate how soft Vincent’s cool lips felt against his own. But it had been a long time since anyone kissed him and an even longer time since he had done this while sober. Adam pushed his face forward, squeezing his eyes shut as he did nothing to fight the warm, tingling heat spreading from his lips down to his neck and through his limbs.
This is playing too nice.Adam ignored the thought, his fists relaxing at his sides as the heat in his hands began to make his palms sweaty. The sound of his heart pounding in his ears was audible as he parted his lips, waiting to see what Vincent would do.
Vincent’s other hand pressed against Adam’s bare chest, the chill of it causing another eruption of goosebumps across his boiling skin. Vincent’s tongue flicked against his own, testing the waters of Adam’s open-mouthed invitation.
Adam tensed. Even Vincent’s tongue was kind of chilly, like kissing someone who had just sucked on an ice cube. Adam reached out, the tremble in his hand probably visible, until his fingers found Vincent’s hair.
Just go with it,he told himself,this will help you get out. Getting off is just a bonus if that’s how this goes.
Vincent groaned against him, his fingers twisting into Adam’s hair and gently pulling him closer, crushing their mouths together as he thrust his tongue into Adam’s mouth. The kiss was suddenly something different. Hurried.
Desperate.
Adam grasped a fistful of Vincent’s hair, telling himself it would be to push Vincent away in case things started to go too fast, but he knew that was a lie. Vincent’s mouth tasted of something sweet and coppery, but the cool tongue greedily exploring his mouth was taking over the last remnants of common sense and self-control. Vincent’s other hand moved to Adam’s hip, pulling the rest of him closer.
It had been way too long. Kissing this guy—this monster—was already making him painfully hard and sent the rest of his internal defenses crashing down as his body took over.
Vincent ground against him, allowing Adam to feel something long and hard press against his pelvis. “Oh fuck,” Adam gasped into Vincent’s mouth.
Vincent’s hand snapped to Adam’s chest, shoving him away on the bed. Adam’s eyes bulged open, his lips on fire and his whole body loaded like a spring, ready to bounce off the bed.What the fuck?Adam sat up as Vincent moved away from the bed, running his hands down his button-down shirt as he stared wide-eyed at Adam, the whites of his eyes having turned pitch black at some point.
This time, it didn’t make Adam’s skin want to crawl away from him. No. His skin was still hotter than it had ever been, his lips tingling, and Adam wanted Vincent’s unnatural touch to cool him down.That’s a bad idea.
“I…” Vincent panted, his voice trailing off as he shoved his hands in his pockets, his brow creased, and his eyes fixated onthe ground.
Without another word, Vincent turned away, seeming to rock on his heels for a moment as though he were uncertain before vanishing from the bedroom, the door slamming behind him. Adam listened for movement outside of the room, but he couldn’t hear anything over his own heartbeat in his head.
“Well, that was fucking weird,” Adam mumbled to himself, adjusting his boxers as he stared at the door. Adam knew he was prone to risk-seeking behavior, but making out with a monster was definitely one for his therapist’s notes. She’d have a field day dissecting his internal logic and blasé attitude—that is if she didn’t immediately institutionalize him for saying vampires were real and were the reason he was violating his court-ordered therapy program.
Adam wondered if that would be before or after a judge signed a warrant for him.
His stomach growled, pulling him from his thoughts as he rubbed his index finger over his lower lip, unsure if he was trying to get rid of the taste of Vincent on his lips or press it deeper into his skin.God damn, even for a monster, he is a fantastic kisser.Adam glanced at the food growing stale on the nightstand Matteo had brought him, his stomach aching with its next gurgle.
Adam was too hungry to care if it was drugged.Whatever, if it knocks me out, then I take a little nap. It’s not like I have anything to do here.Pulling at the front of his boxers, still half hard and uncomfortable, Adam crawled across the bed. A glance at his stump made him wince at the sight of it before settling on top of the sheet beside the nightstand.
