Page 59 of Desperate Victory

The weight of his hand on my chest burned me. Nose to nose, he locked his gaze on mine and it didn’t matter how angry I was, I couldn’t look away from him if I tried.

“You piss me off so fucking much,” Adam snarled, the coffee on his breath teased my nostrils. It added to the rich earthy scent of him. Oak and amber, all underscored with sage.

Filling my lungs with the smell of him was a cleansing experience. It didn’t even matter that he was glaring at me right now. The vein in his forehead throbbed, and a muscle in Adam’s cheek jumped.

He was livid.

My dick began to pulse in time with that angry vein. I wanted to lick it.

Lick him.

More—

“You’re not even listening to me.” It was like I’d unlocked some new level of rage intimacy with my best friend.

“You’re pissed,” I said, belatedly trying to fill in the blanks. “I piss you off so much.” Wonder filled me and I grinned.

His eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you smiling at?”

“I make you crazy,” I said, suddenly delighted. “I do, don’t I?”

Seemingly speechless, Adam just gawked at me. It was a heady sensation. I made Adam crazy.

“It’s good,” I whispered, then surged forward to kiss him. Shock seemed to hold Adam captive, his mouth hard and unyielding. Like the rest of him.

Where Lainey was soft and had curves I couldn’t wait to fondle, Adam was a brick wall. Dense muscle, physically fit to an extreme I doubted most ever saw. But then I’d worked out with him, grappled with him, and I knew his body.

Fuck, I’d gotten to suck his cock. My dick went rock hard and the zipper of my jeans threatened to leave an imprint. I licked at Adam’s lips and he went from frozen to motion.

His hand fisted in my hair as he wrapped his free hand around my throat. All those fucking control issues. We were so goddamn damaged.

It was sexy as fuck.

The pressure of his erection ground against mine as he opened his mouth. Then his tongue was staging an invasion as he took over the kiss. Every stroke of his lips to mine was a hot demand. Our tongues dueled as he thrust his hips against me.

An errant image of him going to his knees for me when I’d been in the bathroom, him sucking me off after that handjob damn near finished me had me groaning.

“I want you,” I managed to get the words out in between his hot, demanding kisses. He growled when I would have pushed him back. There was just something incredibly appealing about Adam pushed to his limits.

I’d always thought he was sexy as fuck when Lainey drove him to distraction. Now I got to do it…

That lit a sparkler in me like it was the Fourth of July.

“Shut the fuck up,” Adam groaned as he kissed me again. The force took all of my breath and then he jerked back before giving me a once over.

Fresh apprehension hit me. Had I gone too far? I did that.

I knew I did…

I almost fucked it up with Lainey so many times.

I opened my mouth to apologize, but Adam’s hands were on my jeans. He flicked the button out and then peeled down the zipper. The relief lasted only until his hand wrapped around my cock. Then I was thrusting against his fingers.

Fuck, I was ready to come right now.

“You’re going to do exactly what I tell you,” Adam said and when I opened my mouth, he gave me a narrow-eyed look that had me snapping it closed again. Giving me a nod of grim satisfaction, he almost smiled. “Better. Now get naked and get on that bed. You and I are going to settle something right here, and right now.”

We were?