Page 18 of The Renter

Adam’s feverishly texting, not looking up from his phone. After a minute, I decide to text Kelsey back.

Dani Sommer

THANK YOU! Sorry about everything!

Kelsey Wagner

I’m happy Adam punched him. I’d like to punch Sorin sometime myself. He deserves worse.

Also, The Renter is HOTTT.

I agree—with both of those texts.

Adam stays glued to his phone for a few more minutes before finally saying, “Lucky us, no conference call.”

“Adam.” I interlace my fingers and place them on the table, ready to make my point. “Little One is how people talk about their kids. So, you?—”

He grimaces and interrupts, “I like Little One. You’re so small, and … well, we’ll brainstorm something else.”

He’s cute.

“I should go. My car is still in Lake Geneva, and I have work to do tomorrow.” I stand up.

Before I can walk away, he looks deep into my eyes and gently grabs my arm. “I know today has been tough. How can I make it better?”

A surge of heat courses through my body. I hadn’t planned on screwing in my aunt’s house all summer, but here we are. If I sleep with him right now, it means I have just as many crazy feelings for him, too. Feelings that make me lose all sense of logic.

“I have a few ideas,” I tease, moving closer to him.

He gets up from the table and meets me. “Tell me,” he whispers, placing his hand under my chin and running his thumb over my bottom lip.

This was one of them, I think. He leans in for a kiss, and as I kiss him back, I accept that he’s more than some hookup.

“Have I mentioned you’re extremely good-looking?” I ask between kisses as we stumble toward the bedroom.

“No, you’ve barely said one nice word to me,” he teases.

“You are, like, exactly my type,” I say, pulling his white T-shirt over his head. His abs look perfect.

“Really?”

“Seriously, you’re exactly my type,” I say with a slight laugh. “Brown hair, blue eyes, tall … your side profile … you’re the whole package.”

I unzip the back of my sundress and let it fall to the floor. “And now that I know how successful you are … you’re AdamfuckingHarris. That’s wild. You’ve invested in, like, two hundred companies. That’s so attractive to me.”

A desire-filled smirk crosses his face. “Now that I know how talented you are, that makes you even more attractive to me,” he says, gliding his hands down my arms to my hips. Adam picks me up, pinning me against the wall. “You deserve the world,” he says, melting my soul. “Don’t forget that.”

We kiss, slow and tender.

“You were saying you had some ideas,” he teases. “Tell me what you need.”

The way he saysneedmakes my heart race, and I accept that I’m falling for this man. My desire for him is unbearable.

Biting my lip, I whisper, “I need you. All of you.”

He moves his mouth to my neck, placing soft kisses along it. “How would you like to come first?”

“I want your tongue inside of me.”