So, I kiss her again and again, exploring her mouth like my life depends on it, and, to be honest, it might. I think I might die if I stop kissing her now, but luckily, Nevaeh isn’t in a rush to pull away either.
“This is so wrong,” she breathes out when I move to kiss her neck again, still rolling her hips to find friction.
“But it feels so right, Nevaeh, I don’t wanna stop,” I say, my hands slipping onto her ass to roll her hips for her.
My cock is unbearably hard, straining against my jeans to get out of its confinement. Nevaeh’s moan when I suck on a sensitive spot on her neck only makes me more desperate to get the layers of clothing out of the way.
“Adrian, I need—” She cuts off and lets out a low moan when I move my hand under her shirt and over her pebbled nipple.
“What do you need, Nevaeh? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything,” I say and drop my hand lower to feel the soft skin on her stomach underneath my fingertips. If I go just a little lower, I can unbutton her pants and give her what she wants, but she has to tell me. I need her words.
“Hey, Adrian, we gotta—” Gabriel’s all-too-familiar voice fills our small room, and Nevaeh jumps off my lap in an instant. With the weight of her on top of me gone, I feel empty and cold all at the same time.
I haven’t killed Gabriel yet for all of the dumb things he’s done since I met him, but I might just kill him now for interrupting my moment with Nevaeh.
The scowl on my face must speak volumes because he retreats and calls out, “Yeah, I got it. I’ll just go throw myself off the roof so you don’t have my death on your conscience.” I almost laugh, I probably would if Nevaeh didn’t look like she already regrets our kiss.
“Come here,” I say, holding out my hands to get her to join me on the floor again.
“No, I have to go and check in with Gabriel, see if he has any more information for me to write into my article,” she says, wiping a hand down her face before reaching up to fix her hair.
“Nevaeh, come here,” I repeat, getting up and closing the distance between us. She takes a step toward me too, looking up at me as I grab her chin between my fingers. “No pressure, okay? It was a kiss, but I don’t want you to think I have any sort of expectation now. If you want me to kiss you, I’ll kiss you until you’re sick of it. If you want to do more than kiss, I’ll fuck you so right, we’ll never want to do anything else ever again. If one kiss is all you want right now, that’s fine. We’ll do whatever you want, always. Okay?”
Who the hell have I become?
Nevaeh studies my lips for a moment after I’m finished talking. She steps on her tiptoes and presses another, swift kiss to my lips before stepping back and frowning.
“You don’t do relationships, Adrian, and I can’t be with you without risking my job. Tell me what those two things add up to,” she says, and I know where she’s going with this, exactly where I was afraid she would.
“Think about what you want, Nevaeh, not what you think I want or what your job tells you to want. No one has to know, just us. Figure it out. When you know, I’ll still be here, and nothing will change in the meantime,” I promise her, placing my hand on her cheek one last time before exiting the room and making my way toward my private room.
Once I’m there, I flop into the chair in the corner, dropping my face into my hands and cursing several times under my breath.
I don’t do relationships, but I want one with Nevaeh.
And I’m not going to deny it any longer.
I like her, and I’ll be damned if we can’t be together because of me.
Chapter 37
Nevaeh
It’sraceday.
The starting line-up of the grid is Gabriel in first, Lincoln in second, then Adrian, Kyle, James, Grant Irwin, Cameron, Val, Leonard, and the rest of the drivers. I do my best to stay out of Gabriel’s way while taking notes simultaneously. He raises seven fingers in the air—his number—when I point my camera at him, causing a smile to grow on my face. I get what Val sees in him. He’s cute and funny but can also be serious and determined to get what he wants. I’m convinced that’s exactly what won her over.
That and his ability to draw anything he sees.
I study the Formula One car Gabriel drew me, contemplating how incredible it is that simple lines can be put together to create a perfect replica of the actual model.
My head moves against the wall behind me, and I fold my legs under my butt on my chair, studying the people running around in a hurry. I’ve gathered all of the materials I need for my article for now, and Hector promised to bring me to get a better view of the cars later.
The screen across from me replays yesterday's post-Qualifying procedures, the moment when Adrian took off his helmet and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. I’m thrown straight back to our kiss, the way it felt to finally have his mouth on me. If lips could be a person’s weakness, his would be mine.
I wasn’t supposed to kiss him, I know I wasn’t, but I’ve come to realize that I’d defy the rules for him any day of the week.
We’ve both been so reserved. Him because he doesn’t believe in love. Me because of my job. But something has shifted. I can’t quite pinpoint what it is, if I’m sick of acting like I don’t want to be with him or if it’s him telling me he’d give me everything I want.
