Page 16 of Crazy Obsession
I press in just enough that she has to tilt her chin up to look at me.“Tell me I’m wrong, Lennie.Look me in the eye and tell me that dinner with Holt made you feel half as alive as one kiss from me.”
She opens her mouth.Shuts it.Her throat works, her chest heaving, her pulse fluttering wildly at her neck.I could kiss her right now, and God knows, I want to.My mouth aches for it, my whole body strung tight, ready to snap.
But she shakes her head, whispering, “It doesn’t matter.”
“The hell it doesn’t.”
“It doesn’t,” she insists, her voice sharp even as her hands tremble.“Because wanting you, Adam, terrifies me.”
The fight drains out of me in an instant.My anger, my jealousy all collapses under the weight of her honesty.Terrifies her.
And instead of pulling back, instead of letting her breathe, I reach up and cup her jaw.Gently.Carefully.Like she’s the most breakable thing I’ve ever held.
“You think I’m not scared too?”My thumb strokes her cheek, my voice ragged.“You think I don’t know I’m not good enough for you?I know.But I also know I’ll spend every damn day proving I can be.Just don’t give him what’s supposed to be mine.”
Her eyes shine, wet and conflicted.For one heartbeat, I swear she’s going to let me in.And then Wesley clears his throat loudly from behind the bar.We both jerk apart like guilty teenagers caught kissing under the bleachers.
Lenor grabs the muffin basket and storms toward the door, her shoulders stiff, her head high.“Stay out of my life, Adam.”
The bell jingles as the door slams shut.
I stand there, chest heaving, heart tearing itself apart, Wesley’s disapproving glare boring into the back of my skull.But I don’t regret it.Because for the first time, I saw it clear as day.She wants me.She feels this thing between us just like I do.
And no matter how hard she fights it, Lenor Daniels will be mine.It’s not a question ofif.Onlywhen.
Chapter Eight
Breaking Point
Lenor
I slam my front door shut so hard the glass rattles.
My heart hasn’t slowed since I stormed out of Blake’s.My hands are still shaking.My skin still burns where Adam touched me, where his thumb brushed my cheek like I was something precious instead of a game he decided to win.
I pace the length of my living room, fury and heat battling inside me.I should be angry.Iamangry.At him, at myself, at the way one look from Adam Blake makes my body betray every wall I’ve built.
