Chapter One

ADAM

The words barely have time to slip passed her lips before I’m closing the distance between us, cradling the back of her neck with my palm. The force in my kiss makes her stumble a half step back, gripping my forearms to steady herself despite my firm hold on her. When her back hits the wall behind us, a low whimper leaves her chest, doing little more than spurring on my already ravenous thoughts.

I pull away slightly, both of us catching our breath as I hold her eyes and watch her chest rise and fall to match mine. I search for any hesitation but find none as she peers up at me from beneath her thick lashes, heavy with the same desperate need I’ve been feeling since she asked me to take her home.

“Isabella,” I manage, her name on my lips staining my voice with desire as her delicious floral scent surrounds me. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice as unsteady as mine. “Yes, Adam. I’m su-”

She begins to say more, but my lips cut her off. The same low whimper she’d released before finds us again, but this time is drowned out by the low growl leaving my chest.

“Come,” I order gently as I pull away, slipping my hand in hers.

I lead her inside, her scent mixed with remnants of the rain making my thoughts heady. She comes to a stop in front of the door as I push it shut, biting down on her lower lip with nerves as I turn to face her.

Her long, dark hair is damp and falling over her shoulders in disarray. Images from the last time we stood here flash inside my mind and as I take her in, her simple outfit of a t-shirt, jeans and sandals make her look much younger than she had the night I’d taken her. A tremble moves over her skin and it’s all I need to close the distance between us once more.

She stares into my chest for a moment, swallowing hard as my fingers fall to her waist, tracing the bottom of her shirt. I watch her intently, follow the movements of her arms raising without hesitation as I peel the wet cotton over her head, revealing the black lace bra clinging to her skin. Her eyes finally shift to mine, taking in my predatory gaze as I move to the button on her jeans and easily push them open.

“I need my job,” she finally whispers.

“That’s the last thing that should be on your mind,” I husk, lowering myself at her feet. “Is that what’s kept you from coming back?” I ask, pulling a nod from her, the feel of her fingers on my shoulder as she steadies herself lighting my skin on fire. I peel the wet denim from her legs, my eyes hooded as they take in the matching lace between her thighs and slowly move back to her eyes. “So, then why are you here, Isabella? What made you change your mind?”

“I don’t know,” she lies, shaking her head before she swallows hard again. “I just think…” she trails off, watching me as I slowly rise in front of her, towering over her small frame. Something in my gaze forces the words from her lips. “I think maybe something keeps telling me I might just need you more.”

ISABELLA

As the words I’d been fighting all week finally slip out, he stares back at me for what seems like an eternity but is likely only a split second. Finally, his lips find mine, kissing me hard, fast and all at once, simultaneously stealing both my breath and my senses. The weight of his strong build against me makes me falter, but his palm splays against my lower back, keeping my balance. My eyes flutter as he stares into me, owning me in all the ways I’ve craved.

I cling to him, my fingertips digging into his arms pulling a growl from him as he lifts me into his grip, wrapping my legs around his waist before moving toward the bedroom. My mind is reeling, the past week of misery falling away in a haze as he drops me roughly onto his wide mattress. Once more, the familiar skyline brings in just enough light to reveal him to me.

But this time is different than before for so many reasons.

Before, Adam gave me control. Looking at him now as he strips his clothing away, the way he stares down at me possessively makes it clear he’s taking it back.

Save for the heavy breaths coming from our chests and the swish of fabric falling away from his skin, the room is silent. My mind is racing, my thoughts dwindling quickly before finally, they’re down to only one. His hands wrap around my ankles, dragging me to the edge of the mattress before settling over me, his palm gripping my shoulder to hold me in place as he bends to taste my neck. He moves lower, leaving no part of my skin untouched as he strips the last of my clothing away. His movements slow for only a moment as he hovers, the pad of his thumb brushing over my lips making my eyes flit open once more to find him gazing down at me, seemingly deep in thought.

“I know I should take you slowly, gently,” he whispers, his lips moving like feathers over mine as his hot breath dances over my skin. “I’ll try… I don’t want to scare you off again,” he admits as he runs his nose up my neck, inhaling my scent. “But it’s been a long week, Isabella,” he husks, his tongue flattening against my flesh and making my head swim. “You’ve kept my cock throbbing.”

Oh, my God.

“I’m not made of glass, Adam,” I manage, my voice so heavy with desire I barely recognize it myself as I stare up at him, willing him to do his worst, whatever it takes to ease the pulsing ache between my thighs. “Don’t hold back. I want you however you come.”

His eyes stay locked on mine, his thumb stroking the hollow of my throat for a moment before he leans in, tracing my lips with his tongue.

“As you wish,” he husks.

He pushes into me completely, pulling a loud gasp from my chest. My hands clench at the sheets beneath us at the force, gasping to refill my lungs. Before I can, he pulls out just slightly and slams into me, stealing it back as he begins soothing the pang with every thrust.

“Hmm…” he releases a low hum, biting down on his lower lip and pushes into me once more, his eyes holding mine as my mouth falls open. “You might not be made of glass, but I’m going to break you, sweet Bella,” he croons, his thrusts coming faster, harder as he hovers against my lips. “Like a fucking wave.”

He devours me, keeping true to his word until both of us are spent. By the time he fills me, I lie useless against the sheets, my body drenched in sweat and heaving beneath his. His lips dip into the arch of my shoulder, lapping gently as he moves lower to my breasts, nipping and sucking while I tremble, coming down slow. He pulls out and I feel the loss immediately despite his closeness, crave him again instantaneously. Seeming to sense it, he slips his fingers between us, sliding two inside me and growling low as he massages me between my still pulsing thighs.

My eyes are heavy, my limbs exhausted as he pulls me up beside him a few moments later, turning my back to his front while his hands still roam freely over me. For the first time I gaze out the window, taking in the view of the bay as my mind wanders lazily at the same pace of his touch.

“It’s getting late,” I manage, my voice hoarse and still slightly thick as he buries his lips into my neck. “I should probably go.”

“Where?” he asks, his movements slowing for a moment, but only just.

“Home,” I answer, chewing on my lip before glancing over my shoulder at him. “I have to work in the morning.”

“Stay the night,” he husks, searching my eyes.

“Are you sure?” I ask, moving onto my back to face him more fully, taking in his nod. “I really can’t be late. My boss will kill me.”

“Hmm…” he hums, his lips curling up against my skin in the darkness. “This boss of yours sounds like a real piece of work.”

“Yeah, he really is,” I whisper as I sink into the mattress beside him, turning back to face the skyline. “Total control freak.”

“You have no idea,” he whispers, the amusement clear in his voice as he pulls my legs wide, positioning one over his before resting his palm between my thighs and gently stroking my pussy. “You’re not going anywhere. Not right now,” he insists. “If this boss of yours has any problems, he can take them up with me.”