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.”
Mom narrowed her eyes. “You’ll call her now. She wanted to talk to you, so you will make the time. She’s your sister.”
“Fine. I’ll call her now.” I held up my phone, and my mother seemed appeased, closing the door with a decisive click.
Wanting to get it over with, I called Whitney, hoping she wouldn’t answer. Of course, she answered, probably to spite me.
“Took you long enough to return my call,” she said by way of greeting.
“Be happy I called you back at all,” I volleyed back.
“How’s Mom? She says she’s fine, but she’d say that even if she wasn’t.”
I pulled on my shorts and wiggled into a tank top. My hair was wet and dampening the thin cotton. I rooted around for the hairdryer. I hastily straightened the sheets that were still rumpled from Adam’s morning visit. Two condom wrappers poked out from beneath my pillow, and I quickly bundled them in a tissue and shoved them to the bottom of my trash can so my mother wouldn’t see them when she emptied it.
“Well, you’d know what she was like if you actually came home to see for yourself.” I couldn’t stop myself from snapping.
“That’s actually why I wanted to talk to you.” Whitney’s words brought me up short.
“What do you mean?” I asked hesitantly.
“This movie is going to finish up sooner than I thought, so I planned to come home for a while. Help out a bit. I know I’ve left all the heavy lifting to you—”
“What else is new?” I interjected, then wished I had bitten my tongue.
“You’re delightfully bitchy this morning. What’s gotten you so ruffled?” There was a pause. “Or should I say who?”