Break Me Slowly(30)

Adam didn’t draw away. He merely wrapped his strong arms around me and lifted me up. Still inside me, he walked down a long hallway. I held on as best I could, but I was limp and dazed.

He slowly pulled out of me. Cool sheets hit my back. I was exhausted. This past four days had weighed heavily on me and all of a sudden, after having Adam, it seemed to disappear. I just needed him. A warm cloth rubbed between my thighs. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know Adam was cleaning me, taking care of me. Then a thick comforter engulfed me.

“Sleep now, lover.”

The alcohol and orgasm induced sleep was creeping up on me. My body tensed. I looked around.

“Shh…” Adam’s hand came down on my shoulder. “You’re in my room. My bed. I’m not leaving this time.”

I settled back down, too tired to argue. Too tired to even speak. I lay on my stomach and slid myself down so my foot dangled off the end of the mattress.

“What are you doing?” Adam’s voice was sounding further and further away as sleep surrounded me.

“So I know where I am.” I tapped my foot along the edge of the mattress. “So I know how far away the ground is.”

“Why do you need to know where the ground is?”

The answer seemed obvious in my drunken stupor. “So if she comes in…I can run…”

I thought I heard him say, “You’re safe here,” but sleep enveloped me before I could be sure.





Chapter Ten




It was still dark out. Adam was next to me in bed, asleep on his stomach. Happiness swelled. My brain was foggy from stress and lack of sleep, but somehow I thought today would be different. Surely some kind of progress had been made between Adam and me?

I sat up and ran my hand along his spine. He snapped awake and in a flash, spun to his back and gripped my wrist so tightly I thought he’d break it.

He stared straight at me. “You sick fucking bastard.”

“Adam?”

His eyes were open, locked on mine, but I didn’t think he saw me. His brows furrowed.

“Katelyn?” Sleep fade from his face. He blinked several times, then looked at where he held me. He instantly dropped my hand. “Forgive me. I am used to sleeping alone.”

Part of me was so happy to hear that he didn’t share his bed with just any woman. The other part was worried about what I’d just witnessed. I knew from experience that what lurks in the night and in the back of your darkest memories can still haunt you.

“Adam. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was just sleeping.”

Whatever turmoil was churning in his mind, he obviously wasn’t ready to spill it. I could understand that. Knew that some things didn’t bear recalling.

I placed my palm on his cheek. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I’m not.” He grabbed my hips and maneuvered me onto my back. He was over me a heartbeat later, spreading my thighs with his knees.

He kissed me. “I’m glad you’re here.”

My heart melted and he sank into my body. With his lips fused to mine, he brought us both to climax as we watched the sun rise over downtown Chicago.

~

Half way through the day, my phone buzzed with a text message.



Thank you for this morning, lover. I enjoyed myself immensely.



I smiled.You are a wonderful host. I found myself thoroughly entertained. If only more people paid their guests such attention…



Special attention for a special woman.



Are you flirting with me?



I don’t flirt.



Boy, that was the truth.I have to get going. I’m teaching in fifteen minutes.



It took several minutes for him to respond, but when I saw the message in my inbox, I downloaded the attachment and clicked Play.

“Hot for Teacher” by Van Halen boomed through my smart phone. I grinned like an idiot all the way to class, enjoying my own personal theme song.

~

“Well, look at you, Miss Happy Pants. I was worried after you went home last night, but you look great!”

Megan sat across the table from me, smiling. She took a drink of her diet soda while I forked my salad. I was happy we were having lunch together today. When Adam dropped me off at my apartment early this morning to get ready for work, Megan hadn’t been home.

“How was staying with Brian last night?” I asked.

Megan shrugged. And not her normal, happy-to-be-in-love shrug.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine. How was the rest of your night?”

“It was pretty good. Adam and I…sort of made up.”

Megan’s face stilled and she stared hard at me. “What does ‘sort of’ mean?”

“Well, we talked through things. He told me he was sorry and I said the same—”