Tamed (Torn #5)(39)

“Goddamn,” he mumbled.

I closed my eyes as I let him fill me. It’d been only a couple of months, but I still felt a twinge of discomfort as I adjusted to his size once again. I sat still until the pain disappeared. Once it was gone, I raised myself and slammed back down onto him. I bit my lip as I rode him, loving the feel of him inside me.

Every time I slammed down on him, he raised his hips to meet me. Our bodies worked together perfectly, as if they were meant for each other. The only sounds in the room were our breathing and our bodies coming together.

Just as I was about to come, Adam shocked me by grabbing my hips and flipping me on the bed. He was on me instantly. I sucked in a startled breath as he shoved back into me. While I hadn’t been gentle when I was on top, he took rough to a whole new level. My head hit against the headboard as he slammed into me at a pace I could barely keep up with. I reached up and pushed against the headboard, both to protect my head and to give myself some leverage.

Sweat beaded across Adam’s forehead and slid down his nose. It dripped down onto my chest, mixing with mine. Adam never slowed. He continued to ram into me until both of us were gasping for breath. I tried to keep up with him, but it was impossible.

My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I screamed and scratched at his arms as I came. His shout told me that he was right there with me. The orgasm lasted longer than any I’d ever had before. It kept going, and I was afraid that it would never stop. Talk about sensory overload.

Finally, when I was ready to cry out from too much pleasure, my orgasm finally started to subside. I kept my eyes closed as spasms and aftershocks ripped through my body. I felt Adam twitching above me, his body trying to recover right along with mine.

“That was…” I trailed off, unable to say anything else.

“Fucking nirvana,” he finished for me. He leaned down and kissed me briefly before pulling away and standing.

He disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the water turn on a second later. I stood slowly, holding on to the bed to keep myself from falling. My legs were like jelly. Once I was sure I could walk on my own, I slowly crossed the room and entered the bathroom. Adam was already in the shower. I watched his naked form as he stood in the water, his hand resting on the wall, almost as if to support himself. If his body felt like mine, I understood why.

Without a word, I opened the shower door and slipped in next to him. He opened his eyes and peered down at me. Neither of us said a word as I turned my face up toward the water cascading down around us. Once my hair was soaked, I grabbed my shampoo and started running it through my hair.

“Let me,” Adam said so quietly that I almost didn’t hear him.

He raised his hands and started massaging them through my hair. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of him washing my hair. It felt more intimate than anything else we’d shared.

Once he was satisfied, he dropped his hands and pulled me so that I was standing under the water. I washed the suds out of my hair. We showered side by side. It felt like we were in our own little world.

We finished and stepped out. I wrapped a towel around my body and another around my hair. I walked back into the bedroom as Adam finished toweling off. I grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a tank top with a built-in bra. After pulling on my underwear, I threw on the clothes and dropped both my towels onto the floor.

Adam came up behind me, still naked, and wrapped his arms around me. He buried his face in my wet hair. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

We stood like that for a few minutes before he finally pulled away. “I should get dressed.”

I nodded. “Yeah, Chloe said they have a chick who cooks here. I’m sure dinner is almost ready.”

“Good. I’m starved,” Adam said as he walked over to the bag he’d dropped earlier.

He dug through and pulled out a pair of boxers and shorts. I frowned when he pulled out a shirt as well. It was silly, but I hated when he wore shirts.

“Why didn’t you text?” I blurted out, unable to keep the question at bay any longer.

He tensed for a second before turning around to face me. “I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

“You weren’t. I just thought that you might.”

He hesitated before speaking, “I thought that we would be better off. We spent so much time together before. I assumed time apart would be good.”

“For who—you or me?”

“Both of us.”

I shook my head. “I thought we were friends, too, not just f*ck buddies.”

“We are.”

“Friends talk while they’re apart.”

“I just…” He sighed. “I don’t know what I thought.”

“I do. You didn’t want me to get the wrong idea. You wanted to put me in my place.”

“No, that’s not it!” he said, growing angry.

“It is. You wanted to remind me that we’re nothing more than…whatever the f*ck we are. Well, you didn’t need to. I’m well aware that we’re not together. You didn’t need to reinforce it.”

He ran his hands through his wet hair. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to make you think I don’t care. We are friends, Amber. I just thought it would be good for both of us if we didn’t think about each other.”

“I didn’t think about you actually. I was too distracted hanging out with Logan. I’m sure you weren’t worried about me either. You were too busy playing shows and f*cking groupies.”