36. Adrian
No one pinch me.
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, she is my oxygen. 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.
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.