Meg chuckled but deftly maneuvered herself away from my lascivious partner, moving to stand closer to my side.“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that arrogance isn’t very attractive?” She batted her eyelashes.
Jeremy grinned at her put down.“It’s not arrogance, sweetheart. It’s confidence. There’s a difference.”
“Or it’s a delusion,” Robert piped up. He held his hand out to Meg, which she shook. “I’m Robert Jenkins. Jeremy, Adam, and I are in practice together. But I’m guessing you know that considering our names are on the side of the building you’re painting. I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself sooner, but it’s hard to find time in the day to take a piss, let alone have a conversation with someone.”
Jeremy, realizing Meg wasn’t interested, had resumed taking shots with Kyle. I knew he wouldn’t be butthurt by her rejection. There were plenty of women happy for his attention.
Inside I was buzzing. Meg wasn’t interested in Jeremy. She had barely spared him a glance. Even though he laid it on a little thick, his charm made him irresistible to females.
Not Meg.
I noticed that she was now standing so close to me that I could touch her. She was talking with Robert about the mural, her attention on him. I stood right behind her. Then her hand reached behind her, finding mine. It was quick. Subtle. A brief touch of her fingers against mine. No one saw a thing.
It was a small gesture, but it said more than words ever could.
Chapter 15
Meghan
I stood in the shower, the water sliding down my body. Adam had just left. The crazy man had actually climbed up a damn tree to get to my window. I was simultaneously freaked out and annoyingly flattered. I felt like a stupid teenager all over again. He climbed a tree because he had to see me. And then we had screwed like rabbits in my tiny twin bed.
I couldn’t stop smiling. My cheeks hurt from grinning so much.
And that, right there, was why I had to be careful. Adam made it too easy to fall for him. I made that mistake once already. And once was enough for this lifetime.
I lathered up my hair slowly, lazily, remembering the feel of his mouth on me. He sure knew what he was doing. If sex were an Olympic sport, Adam would get a gold medal. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the fact that I was currently in a sexual relationship with Adam freaking Ducate. How had that happened?
Who was I kidding? I should have known we would crash into each other at some point. It was only a matter of time. I simply hadn’t counted on the crash being so spectacular.
My stomach flipped over at the memory of him dangling from a limb outside my window.
“I have never hated you, Meg. Not a single day in my life.”
And then later, as he pinned me to the mattress, I could still feel him stretching me—filling me completely. The orgasm had been incredible, and then he made me come all over again. I hadn’t been able to get enough of him. His hands. His lips. His gargantuan cock.
My body flushed hot.
“Ugh!” I groaned, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. Things were turning messy. I could feel it. I should have never allowed this to happen.
But it had. And God help me, I wanted him. I missed him. I wished he were here right now so I could wrap my thighs around him and ride him like a goddamn cowgirl.
“I’m such an idiot,” I muttered, wrapping a towel around myself and heading to my bedroom.
I was serious when I told him it could only be sex. I couldn’t risk letting my guard down with him. I wouldn’t allow my heart to be put out there again. I didn’t trust Adam. I wouldn’t allow myself to.
Isn’t it too late for that?
I pulled open a drawer, throwing things onto the floor in my pique. Stupid, sexy Adam Ducate. What a pain in my ass!
“What’s all the racket in here?” My mom poked her head around the door. She was already dressed. I had heard her get up only a few minutes after Adam left. I was terrified she had heard us. I waited for her to say something about the noise coming from my room that morning because lord knows, I hadn’t been very quiet even after telling Adam to keep it down.
“Nothing. Just trying to find some shorts to put on.” I gave her a sheepish smile.
“You look tired,” she observed.
“I didn’t sleep very well,” I answered dismissively.
“Hmmm,” was all she said. “Call Whitney before you leave for the day. Now would be a good time. It’s midday in France.”
I schooled my features into perfect blankness, knowing Mom would chew me out if I made a face. “I told Skylar I’d meet her soon.”