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Amy's breathing was fast as Adam continued to lavish her with kisses. He trailed his lips over her neck, behind her ear and down to her collarbone, only to move them back up to her own lips, which he devoured.
The redhead managed to push him back again, and although she had yet to actually kiss him back, her resolve was weakening.
"Adam, no... I can't do this."
"Lie down," the blond man said in a soft voice. He lowered her gently down to the pillows, then immediately slid his hands under her shirt.
Amy winced. It wasn't that she didn't want him, didn't still love him. She felt sicker by the minute, and she was torn by her feelings for him and by her loyalty to one John Cena. Things might not have been going well in that so-called relationship, but she was not a cheater.
She let out a soft moan as Adam raised her shirt some more, the blond man lowering his head to her, his hot, slick tongue sliding over her stomach. God... She was in no condition to deal with this right now, and she had no fight left in her. Despite the situation, however, she just wanted to get into her pajamas and crawl under the blankets.
She felt the Canadian's large warm hands higher up, cupping her bra-covered breasts. And then he was tugging at the lacy garment in an attempt to get to the soft flesh encased within.
"Adam, no..." Somehow, Amy managed to push herself up to a sitting position, and she shoved off of the bed. She felt a bit woozy as her former boyfriend gazed up at her, a haze of passion in his eyes.
"What's the matter?"
She gestured to the pajamas at the head of the bed, and, understanding, he grabbed them and handed them to her. The redhead then proceeded to change into them, not caring that she was doing so in front of him. He'd seen her naked hundreds upon hundreds of times, and could see her that way anytime he chose in his memory.
As she slid her pants off, Adam's green eyes stayed on her, never leaving her. He made a soft, contented sound that sounded like 'mmm' to her ears.
Once in her pajamas, the sick, exhausted and conflicted redhead slipped back into the bed. The blond man was right on her, his hands again exploring the soft flesh beneath her top. Amy's skin danced under his touch, the sensation of his large hands and fingertips on her body delicious.
"Adam, this is not a good idea..."
"Shh..." The Canadian placed a finger to his lips and then to hers, shushing her before returning his attention to her pajama top, sliding it up to expose her breasts.
"Adam..." Amy's protests died on her lips, a sign escaping her as he lowered his head, his tongue hot and moist on her nipple. Again, all the fight in her was gone, and she lowered her hands, tangling them into his mass of golden hair. He was doing amazing things to her, awakening in her feelings she hadn't experienced in quite some time - six and a half months' time to be exact. At the same time, in the back of her mind, she was screaming to herself: 'What am I getting myself into?!'
The redhead let out a soft moan as the blond man moved enough so that he could trail kisses on her neck. The lower part of his anatomy made contact with her body again, and she felt the hardness in his black jeans.
Then, as though reading her mind, Adam grabbed hold of one of her hands and placed it down there. She lost her breath as she felt the heat radiating from his throbbing organ. God, how she'd missed him... She missed being with him in every sense of the word, including the physical.
"Remember *this*?" he asked breathlessly, green eyes slightly glazed over.
Amy bit her lip, her hand still firmly on him. She was becoming light-headed by the combination of her illness and the passion of what they were doing. It felt almost unreal, as though they weren't really in her hotel room bed together, doing things they hadn't done since they'd broken up.
She felt him move above her, soft murmurs coming from him as he suddenly moved his hands to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. He was trying to get her out of her clothes again, and he was persistent about it.
"Mmm..." Adam murmured, a smile curving his lips.
She remained in her prone position, her head spinning, nose stuffy and throat more sore by the minute as the blond man finally managed to get her bottoms off. A few seconds later, she felt her panties following. She barely looked up as her legs were suddenly pried apart, and Adam's tongue was suddenly there, exploring her most sensitive areas.
Oh, God... She couldn't believe this was really happening. This was so incredibly wrong... As much as she wanted it and to be with Adam again, it was wrong.
After a minute that felt more like an eternity, she pulled away from his very demanding mouth and grabbed her pajama bottoms.
He watched her slip into them, his eyes still a bit glazed over as he licked his lips. How he wanted her.
"Amy?" Adam gazed at her questioningly, but a smile crossed his lips.
"I think you'd better go, Adam..." She felt conflicted by her feelings toward him and by the fact that the situation was so wrong at the moment. "I'm sick, you're drunk, and we both need our rest."
The tall Canadian stood up, and she tried not to stare at the still very visible bulge in his pants.
"You're right," he said, and the redhead felt relief coursing through her. "I'll see you tomorrow." He leaned down to kiss her on the lips, but the diva still wouldn't reciprocate. Afterward, he headed for the door, and, casting one last gaze her way, he left.
Amy raised both hands to her face, overwhelmed by everything. How in hell was she supposed to deal with things now?