AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I opened it.
Adrian stood there. His shirt and tie were perfect. His pants were pressed. He smelled like hot water and coffee, and I knew instantly he hadn’t been in a casino tonight.
His hair begged me to run my fingers through it. His eyes asked a thousand questions I couldn’t ask. His jaw was so tight I wanted to cup it to soothe it.
His lips were so full, pouting like they knew the way I wanted to kiss them.
“Why are you here?” I asked softly.
“You text me,” Adrian asked, his gaze roving over my body. “So, I came when I finished my shift.”
“What about Zac?”
“At my sister’s.”
I stepped aside and let him in. I barely moved, though. I pressed myself against the wall so he could pass, but he didn’t do that—he didn’t pass me. He stopped in front of me, giving me just enough room to shut the door.
He leaned over—twisted the key—locked it—came back to me.
“Why?” His husky voice breathed the word over my lips. “Why did you text me?”
I answered the only way I knew how.
I kissed him. I gave into the desires that had hounded me all day long, and I touched his lips to mine in a kiss that I knew would be seared into my soul for as long as I lived.
He knew it, too. He kissed me just as hard and passionately, massaging our lips together until I gasped. Fire stoked in my belly, goosebumps rolled out across my skin, and my fingers clawed at his strong shoulders as if I needed him to ground me.
And in a way, I did.
There was something about this man that addicted me to him.
Something that addicted me and endeared me and made me obsess until I was clear out of my mind.
That was how I felt as I kissed him, pressed against my hallway.
I was addicted and endeared and obsessed out of my mind, but I didn’t regret it a damn bit.
“I missed you,” I whispered against his lips, cupping his face with my hands. The rough hair that lined his jaw rubbed against my palms, but it only served to strengthen the way my heart beat against my chest.
“It’s been a day,” Adrian replied, his voice low and mumbling.
“I know. I don’t care.”
“How much wine did you drink?”
I pressed my finger against his lips and looked him in the eyes. “More than when I texted you.”
He stared into my eyes. “Do you need to go to bed?”
“Are you coming with me?”
“Perrie—”
I pressed my lips to his once again. “I’m not drunk, Adrian. I know what I want right now, and that’s you. Either be mine or leave.”
He curled a hand around the back of my neck, tugging my hair into his fist as he gripped it. “I am yours, baby. Are you fuckin’ blind?”
“Blind and stupid. Prove it to me.” I jutted out my chin. “Show me.”
He gritted his jaw and—oh god, and then, he showed me. He took me on my dare and he kissed me so fucking hard my shoulders hurt as they slammed against the wall, but I didn’t care. I wanted him and I needed him and I was ready for all the things he was about to throw at me.
Our bodies melded together like they were meant to be. Somehow, we made it upstairs. I think I dragged him by his shirt, pulling him after me so he knew just how much I needed him to follow me in that moment.
He did it, capturing me in his arms the moment his feet hit the top stair. I pulled his tie from his neck and threw it away before we’d passed through my bedroom door. We were a flurry of arms and legs and desire as we tangled back onto my bed.
Side-by-side, we kissed, both of our bodies fighting for dominance over the other. Legs entwined, hands fisted and slipped. Fingers toyed with buttons and knots and clasped until we both wore nothing but our underwear.
I flipped on top of him. Straddling him, his cock pressed against my pussy and made me gasp. His hands stroked down my back and cupped my ass, holding me tight, and he grinded against me.
I kissed him.
Kissed him more and more and more until underwear disappeared and I wrapped my hand around his thick, hard cock and held it at my opening. His thumb teased my clit long enough that I gapsed and begged for relief, but it didn’t come until I positioned my hips over his cock and eased down onto him.
Slowly, easily, hotly. I took him all those ways and more, with my lips parted and my eyes open. I took his cock in my cunt and gasped my pleasure as I accepted the invasion into my body.
I stilled, him buried deep in me, my fingers gripping against his muscles. My nails dug into his shoulders. Arching my back, I knew I was pushing my luck as I took him fully. My clit rubbed against the harsh hair that decorated the area above his pubes. Pleasure ribbed through me, and I ground my hips against him.
