Page 39 of His By Contract
His other hand gripped her hip tighter, thumb pressing into the curve of her waist. She couldn’t focus on anything except the points where their bodies connected.
Georgia’s fingers curled against the desk’s surface, seeking purchase as Adrian’s touch grew bolder. More possessive. Each sweep of his hand drew shivers from deep within her, turning resistance to surrender.
His palm cupped her intimately, his fingers firm and unapologetic. Her lungs stuttered as she felt the pad of his thumb brush sensitive flesh, spreading her cheek near her core. A spark of electricity shot through her, short-circuiting her thoughts. A gasp escaped her lips, instinctive and helpless, as her body pressed back into his touch.
Her chest heaved with the effort to draw air into starved lungs. She turned her head, needing to see him, needing something real to anchor the chaos inside her. Their eyes met, a collision of raw hunger and unspoken truths.
Georgia saw the world she’d known shift on its axis in that moment. The air thickened, charged with the weight of what was happening between them. She was teetering on the edge of something unknown, something her body craved, but her mind couldn’t grasp.
A shudder raced through her at his stare, piercing and intense as winter frost. He surrounded her without touching, his energy crackling across her skin like static. Adrian’s gaze held her captive, his eyes hooded and intense. Georgia’s pulse thundered in her ears, the sound filling the silence that stretched between them.
The room shrank around them, the only thing in focus the place where their bodies connected. The sensation of Adrian’s touch, the press of the desk against her breasts, the heat pooling low in her belly—it consumed her.
She could feel the tension coiled tight in Adrian’s frame, his body poised like a predator ready to strike. The hunter in his eyes stayed razor-sharp, calculating, intimate. He invaded her space with purpose, and when his grip tightened, the truth hit: this wasn’t about power.
This was about claiming her.
She realized, with a jolt, that she wanted him. Not just the touch, but the power he made her feel, the sense of being wanted, needed, possessed. It was a craving that went beyond logic or reason.
And in his eyes, she saw the echo of her own turbulent desires. The understanding passed between them in that fraction of a second held a weight that words could never convey.
Slowly, Adrian’s thumb brushed over the thin fabric of her lace thong over her pussy. The sensation dragged a gasp from her throat, sharp and surprised. He didn’t look away, his eyes never wavering from hers as his touch explored further.
Georgia’s breathing stuttered, every nerve ending now focused on that one point of contact. She could feel her pulse hammering in her throat, could feel the dampness that betrayed her growing need.
He continued to graze the edge of her thong, his touch feather-light but purposeful. He traced the boundary where the thin fabric ended and sensitive skin began. The sensation made herthighs tense, a reflexive response to the storm building inside her.
And then, with deliberate slowness, he drifted beneath the fabric, his touch finally connecting with bare skin. The sensation dragged a strangled sound from her throat, a mix of need and surrender.
Her thong was damp, the evidence of her desire impossible to ignore. A flush spread across her skin, a physical manifestation of her body’s response.
Adrian’s touch was steady, unrushed, each stroke igniting a spark that sent heat rushing through her veins. He claimed her with agonizing thoroughness, the pad of his thumb caressing, pressing, stroking.
Georgia’s eyes fluttered closed, her cheeks flushing as she gave in to the sensations. Her fingers tightened on the desk’s edge, needing something solid to hold onto as her world tilted on its axis.
Her muscles turned to liquid beneath his touch, her body instinctively moving against his hand while his other hand held her hip. Sensation burned away rational thought, leaving only the most basic instincts.
The silence surrounding them amplified each sound, the soft rasp of her breath, the uneven rhythm of her heart, the rustle of fabric as her body moved against his. It was a symphony of desire, each note a confession.
And then, suddenly, Adrian’s touch was gone. The absence sent a jolt through her, leaving her off balance, wanting. Georgia’s eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she searched for him.
She found him watching her, his eyes hooded with dark hunger, a mirror to the turbulent storm inside her. His gaze held a challenge, a promise, an unspoken question that hung between them.
Without warning, he grasped her upper arm, his touch firm, possessive. Georgia’s breath hitched as he pulled her upright, her back pressed against his chest.
The sudden shift brought her awareness to their height difference. She could feel the hard planes of his chest through the thin fabric of his dress shirt, his solid form towering over her. His raw strength, the way his muscles moved against her, sent a shiver down her spine.
She felt the length of his body against hers, his hips pressing hers against the edge of the desk. The sensation of the smooth wood on her sensitive skin made her thighs tense. And then she felt it: the hard length of his arousal. A flush spread across her cheeks as she realized how much he wanted her.
His fingers dug into her hip, a silent command for her to turn. Slowly, Georgia pivoted, her eyes never leaving his. His hand cupped her chin, tilting her face up as his eyes devoured her, his gaze flicking between her lips and her eyes.
She felt his hand slide down her bare hip, keeping her dress from falling, an intentional move that left her exposed, vulnerable. Every inch of skin that touched his sent sparks shooting through her, a contrast of heat and electricity.
He turned them and walked her backward, each step deliberate, purposeful. Their eyes remained locked as he guided her, his hand firm on her chin. She felt the back of her calves bump thecouch and he slowly lowered her down, her back sinking into the soft cushions.
Adrian stood for a moment, looking down at her. His eyes raked over her body, taking in her flushed skin, heaving chest, and the evidence of her wanting. Georgia felt his gaze like a physical touch, leaving her skin tingling, her breath catching in her throat.
Slowly, he reached down and hooked his fingers under the hem of her dress, his gaze never leaving hers.
