Tamed (Torn #5)(22)

God, he was so f*cking beautiful.

“Say something, damn it!” He looked me right in the eye.

“You really hurt me. I’m not a whore. I’ve never been one. If I didn’t care about you, even a little, I never would have slept with you. I realized that as we were leaving your apartment. Yeah, I slept with Alex even though I didn’t care about him at all, but that was because I was trying to protect myself from getting hurt again.”

“You care about me?” He released me and took a step back.

From the look in his eyes, that was the worst thing I could have said. He had some serious commitment issues.

“Yeah, I care about you,” I said once he’d moved far enough away that I could breathe again. “I’m not saying I’m in love with you or that I want you to be my boyfriend, but I do care about you.”

“Like a friend?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

I closed my eyes for a moment. I needed to get my head together. Admitting to Adam that I cared about him was going too far. If I told him that I did want him, he’d run so fast that he’d leave burnout marks on my carpet.

“Yeah, like a friend—at least, someone who could potentially be a friend,” I finally said as I opened my eyes.

The look of sheer relief on his face made me glad that I’d lied to him.

“I think we could be friends.” He paused. “I’ve never had a friend who I f*ck. I don’t even know how that works. Should we make a schedule—lunch together on Tuesdays, f*ck in public on Thursdays, bathroom sex on Saturdays?”

I laughed, unable to stop myself. “You’re the biggest * I’ve ever met.”

“But I’m a god in bed. That makes up for it.”

“Sadly, it does.” I ran my hands through my hair, not caring that I was screwing it up. “I accept your apology, but I’m not sure where we go from here.”

“I say we go to your bed.” He grinned. “That’s the only sentence that has come out right since I walked into your room.”

“I hate myself for even wanting you. I hope you know that. I think you’re a total * most of the time.”

He shrugged. “I am, but I promise that I’m a lot nicer to you than I am with most people.”

“Gee, that makes me feel better.”

He took a step closer to me. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in a really long time. You know that I don’t do relationships, so if that’s what you’re hoping for, I’ll walk away now and never bother you again. But if you’re okay with just f*cking and being friends, then I say we keep whatever f*cked-up relationship we have going and continue to f*ck each other’s brains out.”

“What about other women?” I asked. “And men?”

He studied me for a moment. “I’m not the kind of guy to settle for just one woman, Amber. If I stood here and promised not to screw around with anyone else while we’re doing this, I’d be a dirty liar. I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep.”

“And if I feel the same way? What if I find someone else I want to f*ck?” I asked, keeping my voice calm even though I was raging inside. I knew that I wouldn’t want anyone else while I was with Adam. One night had been more than enough proof of that.

His jaw clenched. “I don’t expect you to be with just me, especially when I’m not willing to be with only you.”

“Then, we have an agreement,” I said quietly. I couldn’t believe that I was going to willingly sleep with him, knowing that he could be f*cking other women later. Maybe I was a whore after all.

“Works for me.” He took another step closer.

I reached out and ran my hands down his chest to his stomach. “I don’t want anyone to know about this. If Chloe and Logan find out, they won’t understand. We keep whatever this is between the two of us.”

He grabbed my hands and moved them away. He shot me a grin as he picked me up and carried me over to my bed. “I can handle that. Now, are we done talking?”

I nodded as he set me down on the end of the bed. “We’re done talking.”

He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I’d taken my bra off once I made it back to my room after classes, so my breasts were on full display.

He hungrily stared at them, his eyes darkening. “Jesus Christ, woman. You have perfect tits.”

He pushed me down onto the bed and grabbed my sweatpants. He yanked them off with only a few tugs, and then my underwear went next. Once I was completely naked, he pulled his shirt over his head. I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was staring at his perfect body. He kicked his shoes off before discarding his shorts and boxers. He pulled a condom out of the pocket of his shorts and tossed it onto the nightstand.

He knelt down in front of me and spread my legs. “I’ve wanted to taste you again since that night. It’s all I’ve thought about. You’re so f*cking addictive.” He ran his hand down my stomach to where I was already growing wet.

I jerked when he shoved two fingers inside me. He started pumping them in and out of me. My hips rose automatically.

“And so responsive,” he whispered before leaning forward and running his tongue across my clit.

I jerked again when he started circling my clit with his tongue. His tongue ring was a gift from the gods. I writhed as his tongue and fingers attacked my body. Everything he did was incredible. I had no idea how I’d survived before he came along. Sex was one of my favorite things, but with Adam, it was an earth-shattering experience that left me begging for more.