Page 58 of His By Contract
Georgia’s breath caught as Adrian turned. Something flickered across his face—a shadow of confusion, perhaps regret, but she couldn’t let herself analyze it. Her fingers found his arms, sliding up to his shoulders, memorizing the solid warmth of him. The fabric of his shirt felt crisp beneath her touch, familiar in a way that made her chest ache.
“Adrian.” His name fell from her lips, barely a whisper.
She stepped closer, hands trailing over his chest. The steady thud of his heart beneath her palm threatened to shatter her careful composure. Her fingers curled into his shirt, drawing him toward her, needing him closer.
Her lips found his neck, tasting his skin, following the sharp line of his jaw. The rough scratch of stubble against her mouth grounded her in the moment, in the reality of him. She breathed him in, cologne and power and everything she’d grown to crave.
Taking his hands, she guided them to her waist. His grip tightened instinctively, fingers pressing into her through the thin fabric of her skirt. The possessive weight of his touch made her skin burn, reminded her of all the times he’d claimed her, marked her as his.
She lifted her face to his, capturing his mouth with fierce desperation. Every unspoken word, every buried truth poured into that kiss. Her lips moved against his, demanding, taking, giving everything she couldn’t say.
Her body pressed flush against his chest, deliberate in every point of contact. The solid wall of him surrounded her, encompassed her world until nothing existed beyond the heat of his skin and the taste of his mouth.
Adrian’s hands slid beneath her blouse, his touch searing as his palms molded to her breasts, fingers tracing her curves like he was reminding her who she belonged to. In one fluid motion, he pushed the fabric up and over her head, dropping it to the floor. Georgia shivered, skin prickling at the familiar path of his fingers. Each caress burned itself into her memory, the deliberate pressure of his fingertips, the way his hands spannedher waist. Her skirt slid down her hips, whispering to the floor in a soft, fluid motion, pooling at her feet.
Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, working them free. The cotton parted beneath her touch, revealing warm skin and solid muscle. She traced the planes of his chest, following the map she’d learned. His shirt joined her clothes on the floor as her hands slid over his shoulders, down the strong line of his back.
Georgia pressed closer, drinking in the heat of skin against skin. Her nails scraped lightly along his spine, drawing him to her. She needed more—more contact, more pressure, more of him surrounding her. His muscles flexed beneath her palms as she explored, recommitting every dip and curve to memory.
Adrian’s grip tightened on her thighs. In one fluid motion, he lifted her, carrying her to the bed. The sheets felt cool against her back as he laid her down, his body covering hers. The familiar weight of him pressed her into the mattress, grounding her in the moment.
She arched into his touch, letting instinct guide her movements. Her hands mapped his shoulders, his back, anywhere she could reach. A sharp inhale escaped him when she nipped at his throat. His fingers dug into her hips, and she chased that reaction, wanting to believe that she affected him just as deeply as he affected her. She wished she wasn’t alone in this overwhelming surge of desire and desperation.
His touch branded her, stoking the flames of longing that had simmered for too long. She craved this—craved him—more than she’d thought possible. The coiled tension in her belly tightened with each flick of his tongue, each dip and curve of his mouth against hers.
A low sound rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her. She shivered in response, her fingers tightening in his hair. His lips trailed down her neck, igniting a trail of fire along her skin. She arched her throat, surrendering herself to the sensations he stirred. His hands skimmed her sides, familiar yet still capable of making her tremble.
His mouth found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, and she gasped. Her fingers clenched in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. His tongue swirled, the damp heat of his breath sending shivers down her spine. Her head fell back, baring her throat as pleasure coiled tight. Every rational thought scattered at his touch, leaving her breathless and boneless.
The mattress shifted as he rose above her, his gaze burning into her. His eyes glittered with dark intent, radiating possession, hunger, and something softer that made her chest ache. A muscle flexed in his jaw, the only sign of his restraint.
The force of his gaze sent a tremor through her, raw and consuming. She returned his gaze, unafraid. If this was their last night, she’d brand herself into his memory. Let him carry the marks of her hands, the taste of her mouth, the knowledge that he’d been hers as much as she’d been his.
She hooked one leg around his hip, drawing him closer. He responded with a sharp intake of breath, his eyes darkening. The metallic scrape of his belt buckle cut through the quiet, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as his pants slipped down.
Georgia’s fingers wove through Adrian’s hair, tugging gently, silently urging him closer. His hair was thick and soft between her fingers. A rush of power twisted through her at the way he yielded to her pull, his breath hitching as her other hand guided his mouth to the peak of her breast.
His lips brushed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned back, baring herself to him, wanting to give him everything, every touch, every response. His mouth moved over her in slow, decadent sweeps, tracing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Heat pooled low in her belly, gathering and coiling tighter with each swipe of his tongue, each flicker of his breath.
The bed shifted as Adrian lifted himself above her, his hands settling on her hips. His thumbs brushed the sensitive skin at the curve of her waist, and her breath hitched. She arched into his touch, the emptiness inside her demanding, needing the certainty of his dominance, the temporary illusion of being treasured.
His grip tightened almost imperceptibly, and he lowered his mouth to hers. Georgia kissed him back fiercely, wanting to convey everything she couldn’t bring herself to say. Words felt clumsy, inadequate for what surged between them. But her mouth on his, the taste of him, spoke a language all its own.
A sharp ache settled between her thighs, and she shifted, needing more pressure, more friction. The slide of his lips against hers, the abrasive drag of his jaw only intensified the craving that clawed at her from the inside.
Georgia’s fingers tightened in his hair, her body urging him to consume her, possess her, if only for one more night. She twined her legs with his, locking him against her, sealing his weight around her.
His hands molded to the curve of her, strong and relentless. Her own hands slid down his back, a silent invitation to take, to claim, to fill the endless void within her.
She tilted her hips, silently pleading for him, the frantic beat of her heart echoing through her veins. Breath shuddered through her, carrying the weight of all the confessions she held back, the admission that she’d fallen for him—body and soul.
And then he was entering her, joining their bodies with a slow, deliberate thrust. Georgia’s eyes widened as sensation flooded her. Her fingers bit into his shoulders, every muscle tensing as she adjusted to the intimate invasion.
His gaze locked with hers, searching for a moment, before he began to move. Each thrust built the tension coiled inside her, tighter and tighter, until she felt like she was burning from the inside out. His rhythm was relentless, the drag of his skin against hers almost painful in its pleasure. She met his movements, her breath coming in short gasps as she rose to meet each thrust, urging him on.
The pressure built, tightening like a coil deep in her core. She dug her heels into the mattress, clawing at his back, gasping, feeling the slick slide of sweat between them. The world narrowed to the heat of his body, the sound of their harsh breathing, the rough slide of skin.
Pleasure cracked like a lightning strike, shattering her with its intensity. Georgia cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched off the bed. His name tore from her lips as she shattered, her body convulsing around him.
