Page 44 of Pretend To Be Mine

“I know.” His voice was rough, strained. “I know.”

He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. The sensation shot straight through me, making me cry out. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud before he sucked, hard enough to make me squirm beneath him.

My hands found their way to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. I needed to feel his skin against mine, needed to touch him the way he was touching me. But my fingers weren’t cooperating, trembling too much to work the damn buttons.

Adrian pulled back, a wicked smile on his lips. “Let me.”

He sat up, straddling my hips, and unbuttoned his shirt. Each button revealed more of his chest. I actually salivated as I got my first look at the smooth, tanned skin stretched over defined muscles. When he shrugged the shirt off and tossed it aside, I couldn’t help but stare.

The man was a work of art.

I reached up, running my hands over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle. He was warm, solid, real. My fingers traced lower, following the line of dark hair that disappeared into his pants.

“Elizabeth.” My name came out as a warning.

“What?” I looked up at him innocently, even as my fingers worked at his belt buckle.

“You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like fire.”

He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other went to my sweatpants. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down along with my underwear in one smooth motion.

I was completely naked beneath him.

I should have felt vulnerable. Instead, I felt powerful. The way Adrian was looking at me—like I was the most desirable thing he’d ever seen—made me feel like a queen.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured.

His fingers traced along my inner thigh, moving higher. I held my breath in anticipation. When he finally touched me where I needed him most, I moaned.

“So wet,” he murmured, circling my clit with his thumb while one finger slid inside me. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”

He added another finger, stretching me and sending sparks through me. I rocked against his hand. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in my lower belly. His thumb kept that maddening pressure on my clit while his fingers moved inside me, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. “Let me feel it.”

As if my body had been waiting for permission, I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me in waves, making me cry out his name. My body convulsed around his fingers as pleasure rolled through me.

Before I could fully recover, Adrian released my wrists and stood, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes. When he pushed his pants and boxers down, I got my first glimpse of him fully naked.

Holy hell.

He was proportional to the rest of him, which meant he was big. Thick and hard and absolutely intimidating.

He must have seen something in my face because he paused. “We don’t have to⁠—”

“Can’t a girl enjoy the view?” I asked, interrupting him. “Get back here.”

A smile tugged at his lips as he reached for his pants on the floor, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom. I watched as he rolled it on, mesmerized by the sight.

Then he was back on the bed, settling between my thighs. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I tensed instinctively.

“Relax,” he murmured, kissing me softly. “I’ve got you.”

He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but not quite. When he was fully seated inside me, we both groaned.