Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I laugh. That’s funny. “Yeah, sure. I believe you.”
“You should. It’s the truth.” Adam gets up on his feet and steps toward me, circling my chair. He leans against the table with a confident smile on his handsome face. “Nobody’s ever caught my attention the way you did. Nobody’s ever gotten me obsessed the way you have.”
“So what you’re saying is, I was a good fuck, and now you want an encore.” I’m not going to let him fool me into thinking it was just good, old attraction followed by the sharing of mutual pleasure, when in fact, what we had was a lurid exchange of sex for money. I won’t let him forget that.
“What I’m saying, kitten, is that I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he says smoothly as his brilliant, green eyes gaze at me longingly.
“Yeah? So you’re telling me you haven’t even had sex with anybody else in these three years?” I fold my arms over my chest and challenge him.
“Yeah,” he says casually.
Again, I laugh. “You must think I’m an idiot if you expect me to believe that.”
“It’s the truth, kitten,” Adam says. “By the way, when you said you were mine, I thought you were telling the truth, too.”
“When did I . . .” I let my question hang in the air.
Okay, yeah, I remember saying something like that. I remember because it’s part of the filthy folder of memories I store in my brain. But I don’t have to tell him about that.
“Is it all coming back to you now?” Adam smirks.
It’s like he can read my thoughts. Just like he did on that night.
“It was just something I said in the heat of the moment,” I say, feeling my face heat up under his scrutiny. “I mean, if I said it at all, that is. You could be making this stuff up.”
This whole time, I’ve made myself believe that it probably wasn’t as intense as I remember, that my memories have been distorted by time, that he couldn’t have been that charming, or persuasive, or sexy.
But every little word that comes out of his mouth makes me heart race just a little bit faster.
It’s been a while since the last time I felt like this. The butterflies in my stomach; the gallop of my heartbeat; the restlessness in my extremities. In fact, after the high-school, puppy-love phase, Adam’s the only man who’s ever made me feel this way.
He leans down until his face is just inches away from mine. I can almost feel his breath on my skin, and it makes me want to close the gap between us.
Somehow, despite the magnetic pull tugging me toward Adam, I stop myself. I stare back into his eyes, green like two pools of cool water on a hot day, luring me closer and closer.
“I know you remember, kitten,” he says. “I can see it in your eyes. I can see everything in your eyes.”
I’d question that assertion if he hadn’t actually figured me out. But try as I may to deny it, I know he can really read me. Like a book.
I avert my gaze.
“You can say whatever you want,” Adam says. “But we both know there’s something here, and I’m not letting you go just like that. Not again.”
Who does he think he is, trying to force his way into my life like this?
“Have you ever thought that maybe, just possibly, it’s not up to you?” I ask, still looking away from him with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Of course,” he says. “But it’s not up to you either. You know it. I know it. Neither one of us has any control here—not really.
“We’re both slaves to this . . . I don’t even know what to call it. This thing in the air when you’re around. This feeling, like there’s electricity crackling in the air, like it could strike me at any moment, but I yearn for it anyway. It feels like something magical.”
Slowly, I turn to rest my gaze on him. How did he . . .?
“Yeah. You’ve felt it, too,” Adam says. “You meant it when you said you were mine. You may not have been aware of that, but I was.”
“Wow. You’re pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?” I ask, spitting out the words.
He’s making me really angry. But more than that, it freaks me out how well he seems to read me. A thin film of sweat forms on my skin.
“Like I said, you can say whatever you want, but we both know the truth. You’re mine,” Adam declares with complete certainty as he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.
I give him a flat stare and remain quiet. The promise in his voice sends a shudder down my spine, making it hard for me to collect my thoughts.