AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He laughed and sat on the edge of my bed. “Did you know that the inside of your house doesn’t look like it fits in this neighborhood?”
“That was a one-eighty in topics,” I remarked. “Do you mind leaving so I can put a bra on?”
“I mind that you want to put a bra on.”
“Aren’t you here to get your son and go?”
“Yeah, but then I saw you in a towel and now the last thing I want to do is leave,” he admitted, frowning. His gaze flitted across my body to my face. “You’re better as a blond.”
“Thanks for the approval. I would hope I am, given that it’s natural.”
“Is that “I’m a natural blond from a bottle” or actually natural?”
“Actually natural.” I fingered the lace cup of the bra in my hand. “Can you…” I waved awkwardly toward the door.
Adrian sighed but stood. Stopping in front of me, he reached out to remove some hair caught in my eyelashes. “You did good tonight, Perrie.”
“Uh, thanks. I think.”
“You ready for tomorrow?”
“To be hooker bait? Sure,” I said dryly. “That’s been my lifelong dream, don’t you know?”
Adrian’s lips tugged to one side. “I thought so. It’s written all over your face.”
I slapped him with my bra. “Shut up. Go do something useful and take your son home before you decide to stay.”
“What if I do decide to stay?”
I looked at him dead on and said, “I’ll kill you in your sleep.”
“I was hoping for something a little less drastic.”
“Stop crossing the line, Adrian.”
“What if I like crossing the line?” He stepped closer to me, sending my heartbeat through the roof. “What if I did it once and now I’m standing here in front of you remembering what it felt like when you gripped my shirt and whimpered into my mouth? Then what?”
My mouth was dry, my lips cracked, and all I could think about was the fact his words had gone straight to the tender spot between my legs and that my nipples were hard.
“Then you forget it.” I kept my eyes trained to the side.
“Look at me and tell me to forget it.”
I didn’t.
“You can’t. Why not?”
Because a crazy part of me wants you to kiss me again.
“How…” I licked my lips. “How did we get from me needing a bra to you bringing up that mistake?”
“Maybe it was. First kisses usually are mistakes—second ones are the ones that matter.”
He got what he wanted. I swung my gaze to meet his. “Why are they the ones that matter?”
“Because this is the one I’ve thought through.”
He yanked the bra from my hand and pulled me to him, sliding his hand around the back of my neck and kissing me firmly. Heat exploded through me, singeing all my nerve endings like a detonated bomb. I scrambled for purchase on his shirt as he teased his tongue across my lips, begging me to part my lips, pleading for more.
I let him in, drowning in the taste of coffee and sugar on his tongue. Lust tinged the air around us, getting stronger and more suffocating with each heartbeat and every flex of his fingers on my ass.
His fingertips dug in, almost possessively, hurting in a way that almost felt good.
I wanted more—more of him, more of his touch, more of his body. I wanted to feel his heart beating to see if it matched mine, and I wanted to pull away from the kiss to see if he found breathing as hard as I did.
This was foreign, the feelings new and raw and seemingly existing only for the man I was kissing.
He turned us and released me. He pushed me back on the bed with the barest touch of his hands to my shoulders and loosened his tie. Bending over me, he tugged the tie over his head and undid a couple of buttons before once again claiming my mouth with his own.
He moved between my legs, sliding a hand up my thigh until his thick, hard cock pressed against my throbbing clit. I gasped at the touch, and he dragged my lower lip between his teeth. Kissing me again, I freed my hands from their iron-grip on his collar and undid the buttons of his shirt.
With my help, he shrugged it off, and I ran my fingers over the muscled planes of his torso, dipping and rising with each solid pack that sat happily on his stomach. Hair dotted a happy trail between them, leading right down to where his cock fought with his pants.
The kisses now even more desperate, Adrian circled his thumb over the fabric that covered my nipple. My pussy clenched as the simple touch sent a firework of desire right through me.
God, I wanted him.
I had no place wanting him, but I did.
Right now, more than anything else.
I hooked a finger through one of his belt loops, craning my neck back to keep the kiss, and reached for his buckle. I undid it with a couple of flicks of my fingers before he spoke.
