Page 65 of Adam’s Obsession

She had no idea what had happened in the lab, no idea whyhis passion had been so inflamed. The thought of Jack and Kenny and Billy andall the rest of them thinking of Kat in a sexual way made him want to ripsomeone’s arms out of their sockets.

Oddly enough, this was nothing like the feelings he’d hadfor Betsy, even when he’d caught her in bed with his so-called best friend. Hehad no doubt Kat had a faithful heart. Trust was not an issue with them. Hejust didn’t want any other man—on the planet—looking at her in a sexual way. Hedidn’t want anyone thinking about her like that. He wanted her all to himself.He realized his feelings were a little illogical but he couldn’t help it. Itwas simply the way he felt.

He was going to have to talk to her soon about theirrelationship and he knew it. But he dreaded it. They’d agreed they wouldcontinue their affair as long as no one in the office except Tristan knew aboutit. His fear was that if he demanded they tell everyone, she would insist onending it and that would devastate him.

But he couldn’t live this way any longer. He couldn’t go tothe office and watch other men ogle her. He couldn’t abide the idea thatthose men were thinking she might be available. He certainly couldn’t allow theassumption to persist that they—any fucking one of them—had the right to take ashot.

The only way to convince them of that was to make hisposition as her lover known. He needed to mark his territory. He needed everyman to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Kat was taken. Kat was his.

All he had to do was convince her.

“I’ve been thinking.” He ran his hand down her creamy flank,reveling in the shivers he induced in her.

“Really?” She propped her arm on his chest and leanedforward to lick a nipple.

He hissed in a breath. “Oh. Yeah. That’s nice.”

“What have you been thinking about?”

He chuckled. “I’m not sure I can remember when you do that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Never.” He brought her mouth back to his nipple with agentle pressure to the back of her head.

“Then,” she said between soft nips, “tell me what you’vebeen thinking about.”

“Us.” He flinched as she nipped, perhaps, a little too hard.

She stopped nibbling altogether and lifted her head toglance at him, uncertainty replacing the satisfaction on her face. A shaft ofregret danced through him with the realization that she was probably donenibbling for a while. Especially if they had this conversation now.

But they needed to have this conversation now. They reallyneeded to.

“What have you been thinking about us?” Her gaze locked withhis.

He rolled her onto her back, covering her with his body. Hemolded her cheeks with his palms and held her still as he consumed her sweetmouth for a long, leisurely moment before pulling back to gaze into her eyes.“I’ve been thinking how much I enjoy being with you.”

“Umm.” Her wary pose relaxed as she accepted his words. “Ienjoy being with you too.”

“But I hate keeping it a secret.”

There. It was out.

He waited for her to ice up, to reject his idea. But shestretched languorously beneath him. “Umm. Me too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s a pain pretending we’re just coworkers when allI want to do is rip off your clothes and ravage you.” She gave a small laugh.

Thank God. “Then you agree. We should let the cat outof the bag.” Wonderful. Extremely relieved, he dipped his head for akiss and missed. In fact, he hit the pillow. For Kat had eased out from beneathhim.

“What?” She sat up, her expression a dance of anger andconfusion. “What are you talking about? We can’t tell anyone about us. Weagreed.”

“Tristan thinks it’s a good idea too.” This, he added in ahelpful tone.

“Oh dear.” Kat rolled out of bed and hunted for her bra andpanties. Her clothing was strewn all over his bedroom.

“What are you doing?”