Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(110)

Adam.

I could still feel his passionate kisses echo on my lips, the feel of his incredible back muscles and ass under my hands as he ground his hips into me over and over again, making me slightly sore in all the right places. After another ten hours on my feet, two hours of lecture and meetings, and now moving heavy snow, I was feeling Adam’s mark deep in my muscles.

I tossed another shovel full of snow while the lingering memories of his presence manifested into my achy thighs. If his actions this weekend were any indication, he’d given me plenty of reassurance that he was into me. Way into me. I couldn’t hide my renewed smile, even though anyone watching me grinning like an idiot probably thought I’d finally lost my mind.

Maybe I could convince Adam into taking a look at my broken garage door, although my days living here were probably numbered. Surely my cousins would be forced to liquidate all of their parents’ assets once they started divvying up the estate. I dreaded the idea of packing and moving into a new place, as finding a place like this within my budget would be difficult.

After fifteen minutes of pushing snow, my muscles were starting to revolt. I was halfway up my snow-covered front walkway when Adam’s black truck gunned down the street, grinding to a halt over the salt and cinders behind my parked car.

He came directly from work to see me? Oh my God, he did!

I felt like jumping up and down with delight. I kept my abundant giddiness in check but couldn’t keep my happy smile hidden. He made me feel so f*cking alive.

“Hey you,” I called out to him.

My smile dropped, watching his body move with concerned purpose. He was still in full ATTF uniform, clad all in black down to his scary black gun and attitude. I’d seen enough sides of him to know when he was unhappy and the scowl he was wearing wasn’t budging as he trudged up over the slushy snow.

He stepped up onto the front landing.

“Hey. You okay?” I asked, rising up on my toes to give him a kiss hello. I’d had his mouth all over me for the last two days; I figured we were at least at the kissing hello in public stage.

His lips were rigid and barely gave me a proper greeting, though I did get a short “hey” out of him. I pulled my keys out of my pocket. “I didn’t expect to see you today.”

Adam held my glass storm door open, gazing down at me. “No?”

His one word held a bit of a bite. Worry rattled right through me, causing my hand to tremble slightly when I tried to get the key into the lock.

“Is there a problem?”

“You’re making me nervous.”

His chest pressed into my back, his hand covered mine. He held my hand steady and slid the key into place. “You should be,” he whispered ominously.

I almost fell into my entryway.

I set my gloves down and saw him out of the corner of my eye, staring me down as he locked my front door.

I debated taking my coat off. “Are you hungry? I can make some breakfast.”

Adam stopped in front of me. “Don’t need food right now, Doc.” He snagged my hip. His other hand twisted around my disheveled ponytail, tugging gently to tilt my chin up. “Seems as though I have to refresh your memory,” he grumbled, alternating between giving my eyes and my lips his heated glare.

Just as I was starting to say I didn’t understand, his mouth cut my words off. I’d definitely misread his look before.

That wasn’t anger. It was absolute determination. His tongue making its point to clarify.

Adam backed me into the wall and shrugged his heavy black coat off, never breaking our kiss. Deft hands stripped me right out of mine. My coat slid down the wall, pooling behind my calves.

“Show me your bedroom, Doc.”

It was hard to swallow.

He seized my hips and then one hand slid around to cup my ass. His mouth was unrelenting. “Either you lead or I will carry you.”

Having a cop in full cop garb following me up my steps was slightly nerve-wracking. He had his gun strapped in its holster on his hip with his array of cop stuff dotting his utility belt. We barely passed the threshold of my bedroom when Adam stopped me, turned me, and grabbed the hem of my top.

“Scrubs have to go, Doc.” One fast tug and it was up and off. I wanted to reach for the gold badge he had hanging from a chain around his neck, but he wasn’t to be deterred from his mission.

Adam slid his hand across my neck, dug his fingers into my hair, and seared my lips with a kiss so powerful I forgot how to breathe. I had to grab his arms to keep from falling over.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

He held my shoulders back, pressing me to his chest, rasping pinprick tickles from his shadowed beard over my skin.

Soft nips on my collarbone.

“Remember my mouth on you?”

Teeth scraped over my neck.

“Not liking your short-term memory, Doc.”

His confusing statement pulled me out of my dreamy haze. “What?”

Hands squeezed both of my breasts, kneading, pinching until my nipples were achingly hard.

“I’m gonna f*ck you until you have no memory of anything else.”

Sounds perfect. “Want to take a shower first?”

His tongue marked a spot before his teeth grazed me. “No.”

Not the answer I was hoping for. “I just worked twelve hours. I’m feeling dirty, Adam.”