Adam (The Protectors #5)(52)
“Yeah, well you’ve been killing me for six years, Adam Pride.” Angelina went from sounding uncertain to pissed off. “I’m not a virgin, you idiot, so stop treating me like one.”
Still facing the wall, both hands supporting him against the tile, he felt his body tighten with the urge to kill the son-of–a-bitch who’d had her first. “Who?” He hadn’t meant to ask, but it just came out of his mouth…in a snarl that had his lip curling up in rage.
“Really?” Angelina laughed in disbelief. “Okay, you want the run down? I’ll give you the run down. Junior prom I went with Mark Wilson.”
“Mark Wilson?” Adam hissed, his gut clinching. He had hated that guy.
“Shut up,” Angelina hissed back, causing him to turn to look at her over his shoulder. “Yes, Mark Wilson. After watching you and Beth Ann all night, I just wanted…that…what you guys had. Except I wanted it with you, but I knew I couldn’t.”
“Mark Fucking Wilson?” Adam spat, banging his head once more against the tile, his anger not directed at Angelina, but at himself. Though he was a different person back then, Adam had been aware of Angelina, hell who wouldn’t have; she was hot as hell, just as much as she was at that moment, but he had been the football star dating the captain of the cheerleading squad. That was the way it was; the way people thought it should be, but not the way it should have been, because Adam had truly not been happy. He knew that now, but back then, he was too full of himself to realize anything other than being the number one badass on the field, dating the girl every guy wanted. God, he had been such an *.
“Yes, Mark Fucking Wilson,” Angelina yelled, becoming angry.
Adam couldn’t help but smile. Angelina never cussed and he didn’t think he’d ever heard her say f*ck before. Glancing back at her, his smile faded. She stood with her arms covering her breast, her head hung.
“It was awful, and to this day, I regret it because it wasn’t you I gave myself to first.” Angelina finally looked up at him. “I heard you last night when you thought I was asleep, Adam Pride. You promised to make me forget. I heard your whispered words and I need you to make me forget not only Robert, but Jeff who sold me to that awful man, who auctioned me off to Robert along with the other women, but most importantly, make me forget Mark Fucking Wilson, because he shouldn’t have been my first. You should have been. I need for you to stop trying to do the right thing and just love me like you say you do, because that is the right thing to do.”
Their eyes held as the challenge laid between them. Pushing away from the wall, Adam turned fully, his eyes running slowly down her body then back up, stopping at her sweet blue eyes. “You are beautiful.”
Boldly Angelina did the same. “So are you.”
In three strides, he was in front of her. Picking her up, he walked out of the bathroom to his bed, laying her down. “This will be your first.” He stared down at her, his tone firm.
“Yes, it will be,” Angelina agreed, her sweet smile brightening the room. “As it should have been.”
“As it will be.” Adam climbed beside her, his lips grazing hers as one hand roamed her body. He shook from the inside as his hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple to a tight peak. Her sweet moan as her neck arched off the pillow about did him in. Damn, he had to get control of himself or this would be over real quick, which meant the possibility of Mark Fucking Wilson still being in her memory and he planned on wiping that son-of–a-bitch completely out.
His mouth mashed down on hers, her body responding to him as if made to do so. He was in control and damn proud of the fact. Her moans and cries were music to his ears. Her hands explored his body driving him insane, but still, he maintained until her soft fingers brushed the tip of his cock. He couldn’t hold the groan that slipped from his throat. His moan urged her to wrap her small hand around him. Moving up and down, her grip tightening with each pull. Lifting his lips from hers, their eyes met.
“Please, Adam.” Her whispered plea did him in. “Don’t make me beg.”
“You never beg for anything, Angel,” he vowed, moving between her legs. “All you have to do is ask.”
Smiling, she placed her hands on his chest. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
He was poised, ready to enter what he considered was paradise, and with one careful push, he was inside her warmth. They both hissed at the pleasure, Adam recovering first. “Believe it, Angel, and it’s going to happen over and over again.” He slowly pulled out before pushing back in, being careful because she was so tight around him. A sheen of sweat covered his body as he fought for control when all he wanted to do was plow into her over and over again.
“Don’t hold back, Adam.” Angelina looked up at him as if she had read his mind. “I want all of you.”
Reaching under her, he cupped her sweet ass while bracing himself with his other arm beside her head. He began to piston inside her, going faster with each stroke, but watching to make sure she was feeling pleasure and no pain. His Angel opened up, receiving everything he had to give. He knew she was on the edge and he thanked God for that; he was about ready to lose it. With three hard thrusts, he sent her over the edge. Watching her sent him straight to heaven. His head flew back on instinct, but he snapped it back down so he could continue to watch her.