Page 37 of Adam’s Obsession

She turned the knob and peered out into the hallway. Therewas no one there. She slipped through the shadows and into the living room,heading toward the kitchen. She pushed open the swinging door and froze.

There stood Adam Trillo cracking out ice cubes at thecounter. His chest was bare—a magnificent panoply of rippling muscles andscattered darkling dust. He wore only baggy gray sweatpants held up, it seemed,by the enormous bulge in the front.

“Hey there, Wildkat,” he purred. “What took you so long?”

And her heart stopped beating.

Chapter Eight

“Adam!” A flush rose from her tender clit up to her tinglinglips. “What are you doing in here?”

“Isn’t that obvious, Kat?” He leaned his hip against thecountertop. “I’m waiting for you.”

“But…”

“Oh, come now. Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it outyet?” His hot gaze skated over her like a laser, making her burn. As his rovingeye snagged on her hard nipples tenting the bodice of her teddy, he stilled,swallowed. “God, Kat. You look phenomenal. Come here.”

“B-but, Adam…” she stuttered, unable to think, to move. Herbrain, overheated as it was, wasn’t working very well. She was swamped with therealization that Adam had called her Wildkat. That he was cracking out icecubes, for heaven’s sake. That he was…

Oh dear God.

He was Savage.

And even as the realization flooded her, spilling a new kindof heat into her veins, so also dawned the insight that if Adam was Savage, hehad known her identity all along. Mortification swamped her and she covered herface with her hands. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God.” She took a step back.Another. The desire to flee overwhelmed her.

“Kat.” His sharp tone snapped her out of her cocoon ofmisery. “Come. Here.” His command was compelling and, numbly, she complied. Shecouldn’t help herself. She couldn’t deny this desire, she most certainlycouldn’t refuse such an order. She was drawn to him. Her chagrin became nothingin the face of her raging hunger.

She’d wanted him for so long, and so much. That he was here,now, beckoning her closer, sent chills up her spine, liquefied her. She steppedclose to him, close enough to feel the heat coming off his body in scaldingwaves. She could see his pulse throbbing at his temples, the bunching musclesin his jaw. He was keeping himself under tight rein—the thought that he neededsuch control elated her.

“Adam,” she whispered, taking another tiny step toward him.

He stroked her lower lip with a gentle thumb. “I lovehearing you say my name.”

“Adam.”

“Kat.” He stood there, eyes burning into hers. She felt asecond tick by, two. And then he broke. He grabbed her hips and yanked her hardagainst him.

She groaned as his hard cock nudged her belly. His mouthcame down on hers in a hot, wet rush and he consumed her. He explored her lipswith rough passion, thrust his tongue deep between them. And he growled. Hishands were all over her, stroking her back, her spine, her hips and—finally—herbreasts through the satin of the teddy.

“Jesus.” He found a hardened nipple and tweaked it gently.“I’ve dreamed of this, Kat. You have no idea.”

She sank into his words like a steaming bath. They enrobedher in warmth, arousal, confidence. Exultation thrummed with every beat of herheart. He wanted her.

She wanted him.

She could have him.

A slow, playful grin blossomed on her face. “I think Iunderstand.”

She watched him, avidly reading his every expression as hertrembling fingers trailed around his nipple. He sucked in a breath when shescraped that hard button with a nail.

He growled, jerked back from the waist up and stared at her.His cock pulsed against her belly. He bent his knees and rubbed himself againsther mound, her clit. Their pulses, joined there, beat in frantic tandem.

“I want you so bad.” He kissed her forehead, her shoulder,her neck. “I never want you to doubt that again.”

“How could I?”

His rod, thick and hard, surged against her.