Sweet Jesus, he was in trouble.
Adam knew who he was, what he wanted, and what he was good at.
He was a hard man who wanted little more than to protect the vulnerable, and he was good at it. Some might disagree, since he hadn’t always been able to do so in the past, but he was just a man. Olivia looking at him like he was some kind of hero wreaked havoc with his brain and his body.
He wanted nothing more than to take her home and carry her up to his bed, where he could alternately fuck her brains out and hold her safe in his arms, but that was not a smart move. Not only did she not know him at all, she was way out of his league. Smart and sexy, with an inner strength and fire that sucker punched him right in the gut. Christ, she’d just been attacked. He was a fucking asshole to even be thinking about sex around her right then, but fuck if he could help it. She’d fit perfect against his body, filling his arms with a softness that had long been missing from his life. She’d cried on his shoulder, and his heart had filled with a tenderness that was so foreign to him it had taken a minute to identify the emotion. Then she’d licked him.
That hot, wet tongue of hers just brushing against his skin was a sultry surprise that had made his dick swell and his heart pound. No problem identifying that emotion.
Get a fucking grip, man.
He swept some antiseptic cream over her cheek, brushed his thumb over her full bottom lip then pulled back. He lifted one foot up and brushed the gravel and sand from the bottom gently before sliding the shoe he’d grabbed from the floor of the car onto her foot. He did the same for the other foot then stood, zipping the small kit closed and stepping back from the car, and the woman who tempted him beyond reason.
She stood and looked at him. “Can I give you a ride home?”
No. No. Bad idea. “Where do you live?”
She cocked her head to the side. “Downtown, but I’ll drive you anywhere. I owe you at least that.”
Fuck. “I’m on East Sixth.”
What was he thinking? He was thinking they weren’t that far from each other, and he wanted to make sure she was good on the drive. Yeah, right. That’s what he was thinking.
An internal battle raged during the silent drive. He wanted her, and not just for one night either. Which was totally fucked. She was a doctor in designer clothes with a classy car and manners that spoke of high society. He was a gym rat and sex club owner who did the odd mercenary job for financial and emotional reasons. She was so far out of his league he was an idiot to even think of taking a swing.
When Olivia turned into the small parking lot next to his building, he was confident he could ignore his throbbing cock and do the right thing.
“You got a pen?” he asked before she could say anything. “Better yet, hand me your phone.”
She handed it to him, and he mentally called himself ten kinds of fool while he added his name and number to her contacts before climbing out of the car. He walked around the back end of the car and went to her window. “I’m under AK. Call me when you get home. If you don’t call in the next twenty minutes, I’ll be checking hospitals for you, Dr. Olivia Hamilton.”
The mix of disappointment and pleasure in her big green eyes mirrored the one in his gut, but it didn’t change his mind. That didn’t mean he could stop himself from leaning down, cupping the back of her head, and slanting his mouth over hers.
Her full lips parted easily, and he thrust in deep and fast; tasting, taking, and briefly claiming what she eagerly offered. “I want you, Beauty. Too much,” he said when he was able to stop himself.
He pulled back enough that he could see her clearly, and she could see him. “You’re too vulnerable for me to take what you’re offering tonight. You’re way out of my league, and in the cold light of day tomorrow, you’ll realize it, and I don’t want to be a regret. But if you ever feel like slumming, you have my number.”
He leaned in, placed another, gentler, kiss on the corner of her mouth before stepping back a final time. “Now, go straight home. And call me when you get there safely, so I don’t worry.”
Standing on the street in front of his building, he watched the Jag until he couldn’t see it anymore.
Sweet Jesus, he was in trouble.