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“I want to taste you and feel you, but I don’t want a relationship with you.”
“Why not?”
“Chloe, you know why,” he breathed. “It wouldn’t work; we’re too different.”
“Maybe we complement each other.” I let my hand wander up his thigh. “And maybe we just need to take one step at a time.”
“This would be a mistake,” he warned.
“Maybe, or maybe we should just do it.”
I didn’t get a chance to say more before he was on me, his movements a release of pent-up sexual energy and his kisses hungry and dominating. The only sounds were those of our heavy breathing, tongues intertwining, clothes hitting the floor, and my sweet moans that made him growl in a way that only deepened my crazy lust for him.
“I want you so bad,” I whispered in his ear before biting his earlobe gently. Adam allowed it, but from the way he grabbed my hands and locked them behind my back, I knew he wanted to be in control.
“Last chance, Chloe. If you don’t want to have sex with me, then tell me now.”
Was that a warning?
I smiled seductively. “Didn’t I just say that I wanted you?”
He growled low again. “But can you handle me?”
“Why? Are you going to hurt me?”
“No, but I like to fuck hard and dirty.”
“So do I.” My naughty smile was an invitation and he was quick to take it.
“Remember to say stop if you wanna back out,” he whispered into my ear while holding my hair in a tight grip.
“And if I don’t ask you to stop?”
“Then I take you as I please.”
“Do your worst,” I provoked him.
“Let me just get a condom.” He moved to his jacket and pulled out his wallet.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed
“You don’t have a condom?”
“I thought I did.” He cursed low and ran his hands through his hair.
“Come here,” I said and pulled him in when he got close enough.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked seriously.
“Yes.”
“Would you consider…” He didn’t finish his sentence but I understood his question.
I was torn and hesitated for only a few seconds, but that was all it took for Adam to pull back.
“Wait, I didn’t say no,” I exclaimed when he moved away from me.
“Forget it. It was a stupid idea and a momentary loss of control. It won’t happen again.” He was dressing with rough movements and avoided looking at me.
