The Beautiful Thief (Stolen Hearts #2)(50)

“Fine. So you care about me. If you care about me, that gives you even more reason to go.”

He looked genuinely confused. “What?”

“If Forbes had—” She broke off as she realized the words were harder to say than she expected. “If you got hurt because of me, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t stand in front of him and have this stupid talk about their feelings when they both knew this wasn’t the time or place. She tried to get past Adam, but he caught her arm and held her in place. “Say it again,” he said in a low voice.

“Say what? That I care about you? That I might just be moronic enough to love you? Fine, Adam. I lo—”

He leaned in and his lips touched hers.

The contact was so unexpected that for a second she just stood there, her lips against his, like some strange deer in the headlights. But then her natural instincts to get as close to him as possible kicked in and she opened her mouth against his. She realized he wasn’t moving either. A strange realization hit her. “You didn’t think I liked you,” she breathed against his mouth.

“You sent me away.”

She reached up and brushed her fingertips over the side of his face and the stubble of his beard. “Forbes already took so much from me.”

Their foreheads met and for a second they stood there, just breathing each other in and savoring the contact. She didn’t want him to know this. She didn’t want herself to know these things she felt. There wasn’t time for this.

But telling herself she didn’t love Adam was pointless when she was still making decisions like a woman in love.

Then Adam was kissing her and she was kissing him back. Although it had started with a simple touch, it became deeper, more passionate.

He cupped her neck in his hand, holding her steady as his tongue probed and teased. But she kissed him right back, meeting him all the way.

As he kissed her, her hands roamed over him. She avoided his injury and ran over the ridges of his shoulders and back. She would never get tired of the feel of him.

She knew they should stop. Even though Toni and Scott would be gone for a while longer, they could still get back early if something went wrong. And there were a thousand other ways to be passing the time, but she didn’t know what was coming tomorrow. She didn’t know whether she’d make it out of this town, and she didn’t know whether Forbes would find them.

She’d tried to send Adam away for his own protection and she failed. Might as well take advantage of having him here.

Even as she started to lead him to the bed, she said, “This is a horrible idea.”

He bent down and nipped at her neck before he soothed the sting with his tongue. “Terrible,” he agreed as one of his hands smoothed down the small of her back and cupped her ass, pulling her tightly against his erection. She rubbed against him, her body more than ready for him.

Before he could push her back on the bed, she twisted around and gave him a little shove. Considering Adam needed a lot more than a little shove to move, he just stood there. “What are you doing?”

“You’re injured.” She pushed him again and this time he sat on the bed. She rested one knee on each side of him, straddling him so her breasts were at his eye level and he was looking up at her. “Let me take care of you.”

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion.

Adam’s hands now ran up her back, his fingertips running along her spine, before his hands made their way down, settling on the curve of her hips and holding her tightly against him as she leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was blatantly sexual as she moved her hips against the ridge of his cock through their clothes.

Melody was able to completely leave the present situation. There was no bounty on her name, there was no revenge plot, there was no history between her and Adam. All she could see, hear, feel, and breathe was the here and now. Adam’s hot skin. His groans as she moved against him. The sharp sting of his teeth as he moved from her lips to her jaw to her neck, which he seemed to love so much.

Then he’d moved his attentions to her breasts, kissing the cleavage bared right above the cups. His beard brushed at the sensitive skin, but somehow it just made the sensation all the more erotic.

Her fingers bit into his shoulders as he tugged the strap of her bra over her shoulder until he could push the black cup down and bare her to his gaze and mouth.

He took the peak in his hot mouth and Melody let out a small gasp as she balanced on the edge of pain and pleasure. He pulled the other cup down and gave the other breast equal attention, all the while her hips moved faster. She curled her fingers in his hair and tugged his head back so she could kiss him again. Her eyes were closed now. She didn’t need sight to savor all these sensations. She was already in overdrive with just his heat.

Abruptly, she was pushed off him and she stumbled back a few steps. “Wh—”

“Take off all your clothes,” ordered Adam as he stood and worked at his pants. “Get naked right now. I mean it.”

She swallowed as she automatically obeyed. Why the hell would she refuse?

Her loose pants and panties came down in one quick motion; she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and let it join her other clothes in a crumpled heap.

Meanwhile, Adam had pulled off his own shirt, revealing his tanned, toned chest and then was tugging at his pants. Even though he was still acting like nothing fazed him, Melody stepped in to undo the button. Partly so he wouldn’t have to use his injured arm and partly because once his pants and boxers were pushed down, she could wrap her hand around—