Adam ignores my plea while kissing a soft line from my collarbone to the lacy trim of my bra, tugging the cup down over the swell of my breast and wrapping his wet lips around my primed nipple. When my back arches, it causes me to grind against him, and he moans against my nipple while I moan into nothing. The air grows thicker and the walls close in on us until there’s only Adam’s body and my body and the beads of sweat collecting on our skin.
“Please,” I say again, and Adam swirls his warm tongue around my other nipple. Remnants of his kisses glisten on the one he just had his lips around, his teasing fingers rolling it between their slippery tips.
When he refuses to give me what I want, I squeeze my hand between us and slide the heel of my palm over his boxers, all the way down his length before wrapping my eager fingers around him and slowly drawing them back up. Our bodies are pressed so tightly together that I end up torturing myself just as much as him, my nerves fire-cracking under the firmness of my own touch.
With one of my hands between us and my other threaded in his hair, Adam plays with my nipples, and I savor every flick of his tongue, pinch of his fingers, and nibble of his teeth. I’m whimpering with pleasure and begging his name when he reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a condom. He tears the wrapper and takes off his boxers while I rush to wiggle out of my leggings and panties. A second later, he’s poised over top of me, his arms flexing at my sides while he positions himself between my legs.
He’s seconds from taking my virginity, and he doesn’t even know it.
A new tension takes root in me, and I’m about to suck my lip between my teeth when Adam sucks it between his instead. He eases forward, slowly stretching me to fit him, but I’m too tight and my nerves are only making me tighter.
“Adam,” I pant, breaking my lips from his. This isn’t fair to him. God, I want him, but I need to tell him. He’s going to be my first, which means this will mean something to me even if he doesn’t want it to.
His hips immediately pull back and leave me empty, his face full of concern. “What’s wrong?”
“I . . .” I cover my eyes with my hand, my face burning red with embarrassment. I have to tell him I’ve never been with anyone. There’s no way he’s not going to know.
He gently covers my hand in his and pulls it away. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”
“It’s not that,” I say, squeezing my eyes closed because I can’t bear to look at him. “I’ve just never done this before.”
Utter silence. I don’t even hear him breathe. When I open my eyes again, he’s just staring at me like he’s never seen me before. Like he doesn’t even know me. “You’re kidding . . .”
“No,” I say, shaking my head in shame. I hate the way he’s looking at me. I never wanted him to look at me like that, like we’re strangers. Like I’m just another girl—a na?ve one with no experience who doesn’t belong in his bed.
“But you lived with your ex . . .”
I push up on the bed and frantically grab my shirt, pulling it back on while Adam stares at me. “We never did anything. I mean, we messed around . . . Not like we just messed around,” I gesture toward his hard, naked body but try to avert my eyes, “but yeah . . . no . . .” Oh God. I just need to stop talking. Please God let me stop talking.
“You’re a virgin,” Adam says, like he can’t quite wrap his head around it.
My bare feet hit the floor and I dive back into my leggings and panties, which are still bunched together. “Yeah, Adam, I’m a virgin.”
“Where are you going?” he asks as I make for the door. He’s on the bed, on his knees, the erect length between his legs begging for me to lie back down beneath him. But with the way he just stared at me, I doubt he’d want me anyway. I’m not his Peach. I’m just some lukewarm little girl who’s way out of her league.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, and then I slip into the hallway and close Adam’s door behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
IN THE BATHROOM, I brace my hands on the sink, cursing myself for wasting my teenage years on Brady instead of losing my virginity in the backseat of some random guy’s car like Dee. I’m not the type of girl Adam likes no matter how much I wish I was or try to pretend I am. I’ve never had a one-night stand or a threesome, both of which would require not being a freaking virgin. He would have been better off bringing Kayla or Zoey back to his room—at least they would’ve known what the hell they were doing.
Since I’m too embarrassed to face him or anyone I might find in the living room—considering they now know what I sound like when I’m having the best almost-sex I’ve ever had in my life—I stay in the bathroom until I fall asleep on the floor, and I don’t wake up until later when someone lifts me off the cold tile.
“What are you doing?” my groggy voice asks as I wrap my arms around the someone’s neck. I bury my face against their T-shirt, and Adam’s scent envelopes me.