•12•No Protection

Adam stared at the ceiling in his room, his guts twisting with disgust at himself for how roughly he'd treated Eva.

He'd taken her with too much sexual aggression, and he was now somber enough to acknowledge that.

What the hell had he been thinking?

No, he hadn't been thinking. At least not with the head sitting on his neck. He'd just been so entranced with Eva, the overwhelming need to drive inside her that there'd been no room for any other thought.

And when after their orgasms, he'd turned to face her while resting on his side, felt an itching need to reach out and caress her, to stroke her cheeks tenderly with his thumb, the bit of nonsexual emotion streaming through him had been enough to make him bolt out of the room even before he'd recovered from his orgasm.

He'd never done anything like that before. Even though he always made sure to enforce his 'no-cuddling' rule with every woman he slept with, he'd never gotten out of bed so fast after sex.

He'd just been too overwhelmed