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“I probably shouldn’t have done that. I think I just threw a fire extinguisher through the window of a burning building.”
“Adam?”
“Yeah?”
Gently, she put her two fingers on my face and titled me to the side, just like she’d done when she’d patched me up in the blue room. Her gray eyes searched my face. Slowly, achingly slowly, she reached over and kissed me on the cheek.
68
Piper
I Want To Fuck
In my drunken stupor, it was the sexiest thing I ever witnessed in my entire life. Better than a hot firefighter calendar. Better than a hundred hot firefighter calendars. Because the thing was, Adam didn’t need to do it. He could’ve just turned my phone off like I did and called it a problem for another day.
Heat pooled between my legs that had nothing to do with whatever was in that lemonade.
And there he was. Adam Russell. Number forty-five. The Marrs Manwhore. His dark eyes were unusually soft as he watched me, and even if he was so much bigger than me, there was something…different when I touched him like this. I pulled back away from him but kept my hand on his face and gently ran my thumb along his jaw.
I never really realized how many walls Adam put up until I was gentle with him. Then all those barriers—poof—went away.
"Adam…" I murmured, tracing his bottom lip.
He swallowed and his eyes didn’t leave mine. "We need to go downstairs."
"Mm-hmm." I nodded in agreement but I shifted over and pushed myself up on his lap. This was where we hadn’t gone when we kissed back in the blue room.
Ooo, the blue room.
A smile tugged up on my lips at the thought, a loopy smile, one I couldn’t control. All my inhibitions were completely gone. This was a gorgeous man across the hall from me that I desperately wanted to sleep with.
Why deny it?
Living by all of these little rules…where did it get me? I wanted some toe-curling sex, the kind they name drinks after. And I knew Adam of all people could dish that up in a heartbeat, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and a cherry on top.
Adam’s voice was a rasp that sent a shiver through my body. "Piper, what are you doing?"
"You convinced me," I whispered, putting both of my hands on the couch next to the sides of his face.
"I—what?"
"I want to fuck."
The stunned expression on his face melted away and beneath that—oh my god. His eyes darkened. They trailed down my body, down the shirt I’d buttoned up only a couple of hours ago. It wasn’t sheer or see-through but it showed the perfect hint to my breasts. There was something primal about the way his lips parted, the way he drew in a harsh breath.
I eased back down on him and my heart hammered in my chest.
"You’re hard." I swallowed.
"Of course I’m fucking hard," Adam grunted. "Do you know what your voice does to me?"
"Does to you?" I asked, rubbing against him.
"Don’t hurt me like that, ice princess," he muttered. "You could read off a recipe and I’d be throbbing in my pants—what the fuck am I saying?" He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. "Jesus Christ. Piper, you’re drunk."
I smiled wider and nodded.
"No—no." He put his hand on my waist. "Get off of me."
