Unhinged (Necessary Evils #1)(37)

Societal conventions said Adam shouldn’t tell Noah any of these things, shouldn’t tell anybody that he’d somehow fallen for a boy he’d only known for a few days, unless one counted the two weeks of stalking he’d done post death threat. But Adam had already told him, had already made his intentions clear, right? Noah understood what he was to him. He had to know. He had to feel it, too. Maybe this was all too intense for Noah. Maybe meeting his brothers had finally made Noah understand who Adam was deep down inside.

He white-knuckled the steering wheel the whole way back to the loft, casting furtive glances at Noah, who had abandoned Adam’s hand to tangle his fingers together in his lap, watching the world go by through the passenger side window. He didn’t seem afraid or even bothered, but there was a tension in the car that hadn’t been there just moments ago, a thickness to the air between them that almost felt like he could reach out and touch it. It kicked up his baser instincts, the ones responsible for his survival, and Noah was now a thing necessary for Adam’s survival.

Once parked in the garage, Adam opened Noah’s door. He took Adam’s hand and gave him a hesitant, almost nervous smile. The knot in Adam’s stomach loosened somewhat. When they stepped onto the elevator, Noah slipped his hand back into Adam’s, and the wave of relief was so overwhelming, it took his breath away. But that relief quickly turned to a need to claim, to make Noah understand who he was to Adam.

As the doors closed, Adam shoved Noah up against the wall, gripping his face in his hands and kissing him as the car lurched into motion. He swallowed Noah’s surprised squeak, some feral part of him wondering what other kinds of sounds he could pull from Noah if he applied just the right amount of pressure. He felt the moment the tension left Noah, his whole body relaxing against Adam, letting him kiss him any way he wanted.

That was the thing about Noah; he wasn’t weak or frail. He wasn’t some meek little timid mouse who was too afraid to speak up. And that made his total submission just so much hotter. It made Adam want to do dirty things to him, made him want to pin him down and make him scream or whimper or moan. It made Adam want to invade him, every fucking part of him, until there was no telling where he stopped and Noah started.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he growled, releasing Noah’s face so he could bite along the shell of his ear.

“Let me shower and you can do anything you want to me,” Noah promised breathlessly before his tongue plunged back into Adam’s mouth, giving as good as he got.

They tumbled from the elevator, into the hallway, Adam shoving him up against every available surface to kiss and lick and tease over whatever bit of Noah he could get to, only stopping to fish his key from his pocket. Once inside, he trapped Noah up against the door. “I want to be inside you. Now.”

Noah moaned. “Shower…”

Adam wrapped his hand around Noah’s throat. “Now.”

Noah shoved Adam away. “No. No. No. Shower first. Then sex. That’s not up for debate.” When he saw Adam’s sullen expression, he rolled his eyes and smiled. “You can shower with me,” he coaxed, giving him another lingering kiss. “You can even wash my back.”

Before Adam could reply, Noah began stripping, leaving a trail of clothing behind him in a way that shouldn’t have been sexy but somehow was. Adam picked up the fallen pieces like breadcrumbs, dumping them in his hamper, entering the bathroom just as Noah stepped under the shower head, eyes closed, face tipped into the spray.

Adam slowly peeled off his own clothes, not in any attempt to seduce but just because he was loath to take his eyes off Noah long enough to complete the task. Once naked, Adam just stood there, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his eyes following the water as it ran over Noah’s skin, clinging to every muscular curve. Noah was fit but without the washboard abs and bulging biceps of the rich kids Adam usually partied with. Noah’s body had been carved from labor, not the gym, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Adam stepped in behind Noah, who glanced up over his shoulder. Droplets of water clung to his lashes, and his tongue darted out to taste the water on his lips. Adam wanted a taste, too. He cupped Noah’s face, giving in to temptation.

The thought had him groaning into Noah’s mouth, his hands sliding around to grip his ass and pull him close enough to feel his hard cock press against his hip.

Noah broke the kiss, grabbing the washcloth and holding it out to Adam. “Help me?”

Adam’s nostrils flared at Noah’s breathless tone. “Seems a waste when I’m just going to dirty you up again.” Adam sulked before catching his mouth once more, nipping hard enough to draw blood, then sucking on Noah’s wounded lip.

Noah tilted his head to give Adam access to his throat. “Promises. Promises.”

Adam laughed, spinning Noah back around and dragging him up against him. Noah dropped his head against Adam’s shoulder, eyes floating closed as he began to wash him.

He took his time, using the soapy cloth to explore Noah’s body, drawing the rough cotton material over one nipple while his fingers teased the other, floating lower over his belly, wrapping his cloth-covered fist over Noah’s cock, jerking him slowly. “Adam…” he groaned, face tipped just right for him to watch Noah fall apart.

He pressed his lips to Noah’s ear, even as he let the cloth work along his body, scrubbing every fold and crevice before pressing his erection against the curve of Noah’s ass. “This was your idea. I would’ve had you bent over the mattress by now, my fingers already deep inside you, working you open so you’re nice and ready for me.” Noah’s eyelids fluttered, lips parting as his breaths quickened. Noah was always so responsive. “Do you feel how hard you make me? I want to be inside you so fucking bad right now. I want to breed you, mark you… I want my scent on your skin. People need to know…”