Tamed (Torn #5)(32)

Adam moved so that he was directly in front of me. I closed my eyes as he ran his fingertips from my shoulder down to my hip. He rested his hand there, squeezing lightly.

“You’ve wasted six months of your life hanging around me,” he said suddenly.

My eyes popped open in surprise. Of all the things I’d expected him to say, that definitely wasn’t one of them. “What?”

“You heard me.” He hesitated. “You’ve wasted your time with me.”

“I don’t consider it wasted,” I told him.

“I do. You could’ve found someone who would really commit to you, yet you hung around me. Why?”

I raised an eyebrow, completely confused by where he was going with this. “Maybe I wasn’t looking for a commitment. I told you before that I didn’t want a relationship. Where is this coming from?”

He looked away briefly before his eyes found mine again. “Nowhere. I was just thinking.”

Before I could demand an answer from him, he pulled me closer and slammed his mouth down on mine. I wrapped my arms around him. I sighed when our bodies touched everywhere. He grabbed my legs and picked me up so that I could wrap them around him. The feel of his growing erection against my belly was enough to set my body on fire.

He moved until my back was pressed up against his bedroom wall. I groaned when he pulled away enough to slip his hand between us. His fingers found my clit and started slowly circling it. My entire body jerked in response. Every nerve came alive as I fought back another moan. It was always like this with him. The simplest touch from him could do more to me than sex with Alex or Chad had ever been able to do.

He increased the tempo of his fingers until I was thrusting my hips against his hand, begging him to stop torturing me and start f*cking me.

“Adam, please,” I gasped.

“What, baby? What do you want?”

“Fuck me. Please,” I said.

His fingers stopped moving instantly. I stared up at him through hooded eyes.

“All you had to do was ask,” he said as he shoved into me.

I almost cried in relief as I felt him filling me. We fit together perfectly. I rested my head against his shoulder as he began thrusting into me. The wall shook with the force of it. I clung to him as I cried out over and over again.

Everything was so primal about Adam—from his looks and the way he carried himself to the way he f*cked me. He was a god of a man, and at this moment, I worshiped the ground he walked on.

Coherent thought left me as we worked together, bringing each other closer and closer to climax with every touch, every thrust. My entire body stiffened as an orgasm rocked me. My fingernails dug into Adam’s shoulders as I called out his name.

“Son of a bitch!” Adam shouted as he pulled out of me.

I almost fell when he dropped me and stepped back, but I managed to catch myself at the last minute. I stared at him in shock as semen coated my stomach and started slowly sliding down my body.

“I didn’t put a condom on,” he said.

The pure rage in his eyes made me want to take a step back, and I would have if I wasn’t already pressed against the wall.

My own eyes widened in shock. Adam was meticulous about wearing a condom. We’d been together actively, three or four times at least per week for six months, and never once had he forgotten.

“I’m sorry, Amber. I should’ve remembered.”

“It’s okay,” I told him. “I forgot, too.”

“No, it’s not okay. It only takes once to…” He trailed off.

“Hey”—I took a step closer and rested my hand on his heaving chest—“shit happens. It’s okay. I’m on the pill anyway. I won’t get pregnant.”

“I don’t care. I never f*ck without a condom. I don’t want some bitch trying to hang me with a kid.”

I winced, his words striking me almost as hard as a fist would. I dropped my hand and took a step back.

He looked down at me, and his eyes softened, obviously understanding just how badly he had f*cked up. “Amber, no, I didn’t mean you. I just meant—”

“I get it,” I said, embarrassed when my voice cracked. “I need to take a shower. I’m sticky.”

He tried but failed to smile. “I’ll grab you a couple of towels.”

He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me with my thoughts. I walked across the hall to the bathroom and turned on the water in his shower. Once it was warm, I climbed inside. The warm water pelted my sensitive skin, but I paid little attention to it. How could Adam think so poorly of me? He’d laced cruel words with pure venom. I winced again as I thought of the rage in his eyes when he’d realized his mistake.

When I finished with my shower, I saw that Adam had laid out a couple of towels and one of his shirts for me to wear to bed. I dried off and threw the shirt on before returning to his room. He passed by me without a word and disappeared into the bathroom for a shower of his own.

I debated on changing into a set of clothes that I’d left here for when I spent the night and going home. I wasn’t comfortable being around him at the moment. But then I remembered that he was my ride back to my dorm. Somehow, I doubted that he’d feel amused if I demanded that he take me home.

Before I could make up my mind, he walked back into the room, his hair damp from the shower. He gave me a questioning look when he saw me standing in the middle of his bedroom.