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Nor do I want to.
He’s under my skin and in my veins, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Idiot. You’ve gone and done it now, D. How the hell do you think this is going to end, huh?
I ignore the vicious voice in the back of my head and draw back to look at him. “No more games, okay? Whatever is going on, we’ll face it together.”
Adrian’s arms circle my waist, and his expression is solemn when he looks at me. “Yes.”
I cover the distance between us and kiss him.
It’s feels like I’m freefalling.
But instead of the ground rising up to collide with me, it’s Adrian.
He meets each kiss with one of his own. Each stroke of his touch sears through me. When he makes a low guttural sound in the back of his throat, my heart misses a beat.
Then he flips me over so that my back is pressed against the couch. Without breaking our kiss, I stretch out.
Adrian looms over me.
I see nothing but him, he’s everything and everywhere.
But I still can’t get enough of him.
He makes a low humming sound when I pull his shirt up over his head. He breaks our kiss and tosses the shirt over his back, where it falls to the floor with a flutter.
With a smirk, he reaches for the edges of my nightgown, and I lift my arms up over my head. I shiver when I’m left in only my bra and underwear.
Adrian’s eyes move over me, drinking in every inch. “You’re so beautiful.”
I link my feet over his torso and draw him closer. “I'm glad you like what you see.”
"Very much," he smiles, and his kiss is feather-light and delicate. I make a low impatient sound and kiss him harder, earning a low and throaty chuckle.
He laces his fingers through mine and presses himself against me. Wave after wave of desire builds within me. I’m desperate and eager for his touch.
It makes me feel half-mad.
In one quick move, Adrian unhooks my bra and rips off my panties. He throws them onto the floor as I fumble with his boxers.
After I manage to slide them down over his backside, I pause.
Adrian growls, stands up, and kicks them away. Then he’s draped over me. Now there isn’t an inch of space between us.
It still isn’t enough.
Each stroke, each touch, each breath pushes me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Adrian drops a hand between us and strokes me.
I arch my back and moan, the sound reverberating inside of my head.
He pushes one finger in then another, and I go absolutely still. When I throw my head back, the blood pounding in my ears, he begins to move his fingers inside of me.
Shivers are racing up and down my spine. And a familiar warm feeling settles in the center of my stomach. I rake my fingers across Adrian’s back and call out his name.
He wrenches his lips away from mine and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jaw and over my neck. Then he kisses a path down the slope of my chest.
He takes one nipple between his teeth and tugs, and my vision goes white.
