“I told you to come to me before this happened,” he scolds, and I let out a short laugh.
“The crowd of people made me feel claustrophobic and I think the shirt heightened that feeling. Then, somebody hit my shoulder, and the pain just made everything worse. My anxiety didn’t like that,” I explain as I lean back to look into his eyes.
A cold breeze hits my body, suddenly making me very aware of the fact that my hard nipples are only covered by a bralette. I wrap my arms around my body to hide my breasts, but his gaze is trained on my face.
Sensing my discomfort, Adrian reaches behind him and into a bag to take out a plain, black shirt. He lifts it over my head, but I hesitate when it’s time to put my right arm through the hole.
“You got this,mon paradis,” he encourages. I suck in a breath through my teeth while I lift and then push my arm through the opening, wincing at the discomfort rippling through me.
As soon as the shirt is on, Adrian slides the short sleeve to the side and studies my scar. His hand is so gentle, I can tell he’s scared to hurt me if he presses harder. He brings his mouth closer, watching me as his lips brush over my scar.
Tingles replace the pain I was feeling until my breathing hitches. Desire spreads through me at the way he looks at me, settling between my legs until my clit gives a needy throb.
“Are you feeling better now?” Adrian asks, his hands slipping over my hips before he kisses my shoulder again.
My hips rock forward and against his groin, my clit searching for any sort of friction. Adrian hisses, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Much,” I admit, my voice cracking and revealing how breathless his small kisses have me.
He kisses my scar once more, and my hips roll again in response, my body on fire from lust.
“We shouldn’t do this, Adrian. It’s not allowed,” I say, but he’s kissing up my neck now, and I’m grinding against his growing bulge, whimpering when the tiniest wave of pleasure rolls through me.
I want more,needmore.
“We should definitely stop,” he says and cups my left cheek to tilt my head to the side. He takes advantage of the new position to scrape his teeth along my neck. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Not really,” I admit, breathless and desperately rolling my hips back and forth. “I want you to kiss me, Adrian.” And I don’t want to pretend that I don’t, not anymore.
My eyes flutter open to look at the bracelet he gave me, but he grabs my attention by trailing kisses along my jaw and toward my lips.
“You’ll regret it later,” he says, and while I might regret it later because of my job, I won’t regret kissing the man I have feelings for.
“No one has to know,” I whisper, his mouth now hovering over mine. He’s breathing heavily as if he’s trying to restrain himself. “Please, kiss me. I want you to,” I say, but he leans away from me to study my face.
Right when I think he’s about to tell me this is a mistake, he says, “Fuck it,” and presses his lips to mine.
Chapter 36
Adrian
Noonepinchme.
If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
Nevaeh’s lips are on mine, kissing me like I’m her oxygen, and I kiss her back just as fiercely because, fuck,sheismyoxygen. I breathe her in, dragging her closer against me while she keeps rolling her hips in search of friction. We’re both wearing jeans, so the easiest way to get her what she wants is to unbutton her pants and slip my hand inside her panties, but her kiss is clouding my brain to the point where I can’t even think of the words to ask her if she wants me to do that.
Nevaeh consumes me.
With every move of her lips on mine, every teasing lick of her tongue inside my mouth, I feel her weaving herself into every fiber of my being. Tethering us together. Our breaths intertwine. My groans fade into her moans. My heart beats in rhythm to hers. All of me becomes all of her in this one single kiss, this moment of passion that’s been building for the past three months.
Part of me expected her to taste like heaven, another part hoped she wouldn’t. But as I slip my tongue inside her mouth, as I move my hands on her hips to draw her closer, I realize she tastes like every single one of my fantasies combined. She tastes like what I imagine the sky would taste like, and she makes me feel like I’m falling through the softest of clouds in the process.
I’ve never been kissed the way Nevaeh kisses me.
I’ve never kissed anyone like this either.
I can’t get enough.
