Jacked (36 page)

“If you don’t want me like that, say so now. Otherwise I’m going to keep walking up those steps and I’m not stopping until you’re completely naked and giving yourself to me.”

His directness made me smile.

“That’s what I thought.”

I had to hurry behind him to keep up.

He closed his bedroom door behind us and stalked toward me. I felt trapped, caught in the lion’s den, about to be eaten. He stopped in front of me and gave me a light kiss. “Give me a minute.”

A rush of exhilaration whirled through me just watching his commanding gait as he walked off into his master bath. It seemed as though everything Adam did was with either purpose or conviction, making me question if he’s even aware of his masterful presence. Doubt, as always, crept back into my thoughts, leaving me to ponder how I got so fortunate to be this intimately close with him. Surely he has flaws, doesn’t he?

It would make me feel so much better about myself if he did. I’d been weak-kneed and all doe-eyed since that first kiss, and as a reminder I touched my lips.

I heard the toilet flush and the sink water running, and my nerves pricked in anticipation. I quickly threw his black shirt on, feeling too vulnerable, too exposed. I tugged the shirt as long as it would go, and then tugged once more for good measure. Needs of another kind spurred me into action now, glad that he was finished in there. His sudden smile at seeing me was enough to level me where I stood.

“My turn,” I said, making light of the fact that I needed to pee in the worst way and then assure myself that all of that, from before, didn’t funk up the works down below.

His fingers lightly drifted over my arm before cinching me in place. His nose drifted over mine. “Don’t take too long, Doc.”

“I’ll try not to.”

Deft fingers pulled the drawstring holding my sweatpants up, and I felt frozen, unable to move, mesmerized under his intense gaze.

If only I could live a thousand years in his eyes.

His fingertips skated over my bare hips, down the slope of my ass, sending a ripple of goose bumps all over as he uncovered my skin.

God, I want you.

“You won’t be needing these,” he said as he pushed the soft jersey away. A tangle of sweat pants pooled around my ankles while the sudden nip of fresh air on my legs made me shiver.

His foot landed between my legs. “Step,” he instructed.

I pulled my feet out one foot at a time.

He took my bare rear end in a possessive hold and drifted his mouth down my neck, nipping my collarbone with his teeth while I untangled myself from my discarded sweats.

“Hurry,” he whispered across my lips.

Behind the closed bathroom door, I was another story, needing the separation to calm myself.
“Here I am, Adam, all naked and ready to be fucked!”
seemed like a bad way to start off our first time together.

First time
.

Just those two words alone set things in motion that once done could not be undone. The pre-med version of myself skipped back into view, wagging her finger at me to not be such an easy slut like we were that day virginity made her final exit.

I’d had a few
first
times
with a couple of other guys since then, and although I’d felt wanted and desired by them, those encounters paled in comparison to the intensity at which Adam conveyed those messages.

Adam had put me in motion, making my body respond to his every command, taking away my need to choose.

There was a part of me that was actually relieved by that. Like when we were getting my new license plate, Adam just took control. He was bossy. In charge. Strangely though, I liked it. No, I loved it. Randy never took command; he sort of fell on my sofa and just made himself at home.

The first time Randy and I had sex we were a bit drunk. We’d been out partying with a couple of other residents and a handful of ER nurses, blowing off steam drinking beers and tossing back endless rounds of shots while listening to ear-pounding music.

It was awkward—that first time. We were sloppy, smacking our heads together in our hurry. Every encounter with Randy after that was a race to the finish, never taking the time to really appreciate the journey. He never took the time, which left my confidence shattered that I wasn’t worthy.

Ever since the trial fourteen years ago, I’d been living with guilt, feeling punished and isolated and heartbroken. How many lonely nights would I have to spend atoning for my sins? I’d poured every ounce of energy into my studies and career goals, hoping one day I might be able to redeem myself and find forgiveness, save an innocent life before it was too late.

If I couldn’t save them, how could I save myself?

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, wondering where the last eight years of my life had gone. Med school and residency had taken their toll, rushing time in fast-forward, putting everything else in my life into second place. Wanting a relationship now and actually achieving one were also two
very
separate things. Adam was like a decadent dessert I didn’t quite deserve but so desperately craved.

Something lightly thumped on the other side of the door and then I heard his voice in conversation with someone but I could only hear his side. I turned out the light and cracked the door ever so slightly, giving a furtive glance. The last thing I wanted to do was to walk into the middle of an awkward situation in his bedroom.

His incredible muscular back was facing me, glistening with a golden hue from the last of the day’s setting sun that was peeking through the opened curtains. One hand was stuck roughly in his hair. The top edge of his boxer briefs was exposed underneath his hanging blue jeans. He was on his cell.

I glanced around the doorframe once more before taking another step.

“That’s the thing, Turk, none of the cars have resurfaced. I’ve been investigating this for the last nine months,” Adam said to the caller. “We had another ten boosted in the last four weeks. No, no GM products. They were all high-end taken right from the dealerships and a few right from the owners’ homes. No, I’m lead on this investigation down here.”

Adam glanced back and motioned for me. He put his hand around my hip and gave me a soft kiss, locking me under his arm.

“Can you email me the list that you’ve compiled up there? We’re looking for new rentals of warehouses along the Delaware that might have access to shipping and rail but that’s like finding a needle in a haystack. And now our search area just got a hell of a lot wider.

“Check EZ Pass tolls; see if there’s a connection. Yeah, I think they’re shipping them in containers and right out of the country because not one of them is showing back up on the streets in the States. No, GPS devices have all been deactivated, so we’re looking for some high-tech hackers here, too. Yeah, of course we’ll keep in touch with NYPD. I’ll be making a few calls Monday to some of the task forces in Jersey, see if anyone has any leads on the drivers. We’ve got some leads we’re following here, but nothing solid. Few nights ago, twenty cars parked at a local hospital all had their plates switched. Yep. Bogies. We actually got a call on one that we ended up pitting, but it was just a distraction. Yeah, same night two hundred grand of new vehicles disappeared. Word on the street is that this all goes back to Mancuso. I’ve compiled a list of all his known associates here so I’m getting very familiar with his players but if you have more intel than that send it my way. Yep. Now we just need to catch one and convince him to flip on the rest. No, no, not today,” he laughed lightly.

Adam glanced down at me; his dark eyes smoldered. How he managed to render me immobile was both intriguing and disturbing. His tongue slid over his bottom lip. “I have other pressing engagements I need to attend to. I’ll send you files on Monday. Yep, talk to you then.”

He didn’t even say goodbye to whomever he was talking to. He tossed his phone over onto the rustic leather chair by his dresser and pulled me into his chest.

“Police work?”

He nodded. “We’re very similar, you and me. Sometimes it’s hard to shut the job off.” He combed a few strands of my hair back. “But right now, you have all of my attention. You are so beautiful, Doc. Not sure how I got so lucky.”

Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about him. His words, though, made me slightly uncomfortable. It had been a long time since someone complimented me, especially when I was mostly naked. “I don’t think you got lucky, yet.”

Adam tipped my chin back up. His smile was devastating. “I think I have. The rest? Well, I’m crossing my fingers.”

Thoughts of being an easy lay warred with my desire. My eyes darted to the ominous bed and then back to the intricate tribal tattoos outlining his incredible body. “Guess it’s too soon to wonder if you’ll call me tomorrow.”

He gave me a sardonic grin and an admonishing sigh while he palmed my ass with both hands. “How about I just cook you breakfast tomorrow? Then you don’t need to worry about anything. We can talk over coffee instead.”

Adam pivoted me, herding me backwards.

“Oh, you’re good. Do you practice these lines or do they just come naturally?” I felt the mattress touch the back of my thighs.

And then I was sitting.

“Don’t think you’re going home tonight, Doc. It’s not looking good for you.”

He loomed over me, urging me to scuttle back on his king-sized bed. His hands slid under my shoulders, his forearms holding most of his weight. The look on his face was so serene, so loving and full of emotion, taking my apprehensions completely away.

“I’m serious about breakfast,” he said, adjusting himself to move a thick lock of hair off my neck. He followed his statement with a kiss so powerful I felt welded to the bed, my heart running its own marathon in its wake. Adam’s kisses turned soft, playful, taunting even, with little nips of his teeth on my lip, but his face was very serious. I felt cherished just seeing how he looked at me.

I raked my fingers into his hair, our union taking on a new passion, filled with a level of intenseness I’d never felt before. Adam wasn’t in a hurry, taking his time to stroke my body with his hands, making a meal out of just kissing me.

He slid down my body and rolled my shirt up, one kiss at a time. I raised my hands above me while he shimmied the shirt over my chest and over my head, leaving the tee binding my arms. His flat tongue licked right up between my breasts, and then he took my mouth.

His bare chest rubbed over mine, sending wave after wave of tingles throughout my body, driving my need to exponential levels. I wanted to touch him but his forearms had me pinned while his tongue made agonizing circles around my nipple.

I thought the feeling couldn’t get any better until he sucked—hard.

I tried to get an arm free but he wouldn’t relent, taking his time to explore every inch while slowly driving me insane. By the time he was done with my right breast, I was more than ready. His mouth continued to assault my body, gliding over my ribs, placing kisses and sensual bites along the way.

Adam circled back up, and just when I thought he was going to kiss me again, he didn’t. He just hovered over me, gazing at me so adoringly, and for a moment I thought he was about to tell me he was falling in love.

I pulled an arm free, desperately needing to touch him. Sometimes in the throes of passion it’s easy to mistake lust for love, but the softness in his gaze, the way it seemed he was looking beyond what was visible on the outside, spoke of far deeper things than simple desire.

I hoped I wasn’t misreading him because I was feeling it too, but it was far too soon to entertain those notions or utter such things aloud.

The sensations of his mouth, of his tongue weaving its way and commanding mine to follow, conveyed emotions that words alone were incapable of saying. It consumed me.

Adam made his way down my body, leaving no place unattended. Between tender kisses, soft bites, and the rasp of his shadowed jaw line, he was discovering erogenous zones I never knew I had.

When he lifted my leg and his lips reached my ankle, those smoldering eyes met mine, silently informing—not asking—his intentions. I knew I could say no and stop him, but he’d awakened my deepest desires, leaving me dying for more.

He didn’t need to ask permission; I was his for the taking.

Strong forearms slipped under my thighs, lifting me from the bedding, as he adjusted my hips to his liking. I felt his warm breath tingle over me as he spread me open and then instantly bowed when he let me experience his tongue.

Hearing his throaty moans while he devoured me was all the reassurance I needed. I had just closed my eyes to enjoy his attentions when I heard my name being called out.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his tongue still on my flesh. His bandaged hand slid over my ribs and covered my breast, staking his claim and owning me. I brought his wounded hand to my mouth, knowing he had to be hurting, needing to worship and heal him, too.

Feeling his finger enter me was my undoing. A second finger followed and I was lost in the abyss. His commanding strokes and expert tongue worked in tandem, taking me to the edge and beyond to the stars. Air stuttered in my lungs while his bandaged hand clenched onto my thigh. My hand flew to the top of his head, scoring his hair with my fingernails, wanting to ride this incredible wave to the ends of the earth, but fearing I couldn’t take much more of it.

When he was satisfied he’d gotten every last quake out of me, Adam swiped his chin and crawled back over me, letting me taste myself on his mouth. I gazed into his open eyes, seeing and feeling only him. Nothing else existed.

I opened the top button of his jeans and carefully lowered his zipper, needing to feel all of him.

Watching him rise to leave the bed and remove his jeans was akin to having a front-row seat to the best show in town. He was wearing black boxer briefs and a sly smile.

He retrieved a foil packet from his nightstand drawer, pulled his boxers off, and crawled back onto the bed.

Seeing Adam partially naked was a delectable feast for the eyes. Seeing Adam completely naked was enticing beyond all comprehension. His erection stood long and heavy, almost touching his bellybutton when he rested next to me. The smatter of hair that lightly dusted his chest and blazed a thin trail to his groin beckoned to be touched. I wanted to pleasure him, to ruin his thoughts of ever looking elsewhere for satisfaction. I placed slow, languid kisses on his neck, using his soft moans to map out his erogenous zones, adding each subtle nuance to my memory.