Chapter 34
Amelia
As we step out of the restaurant, the night air is crisp and laced with the scent of rain on pavement. I don’t want the night to end. Not yet.
Adrian glances at me, and a broad smile crosses his face. “Wanna go somewhere else? Just us?”
“Definitely.”
I let myself sink into the moment, into him.
His hands find my lower back, pulling me close.
I enjoy the heat radiating from his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine.
When he leans down toward my ear, he whispers, “I’ve missed being around you.
” His breath tickles my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
And then, as we turn, reality comes crashing in.
Russell.
He and his crew are hanging out near the exit, gobbling loudly, their presence an unavoidable obstacle. Adrian exhales sharply. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“Seriously? He really has it in for you.”
“I don’t know why.”
But instead of puffing up and strutting like he owns the place, Russell simply bobs his head in acknowledgment. No fluffed-up feathers. No aggressive posture. I glance at Adrian. “Maybe he likes you now?”
Russell lets out a deep, throaty gobble, something between a chuckle and a warning.
“Wouldn’t say that too loudly.”
Still, as we move past, he doesn’t block our way, charge, or flap his wings in protest. Instead, he steps aside, letting us pass without a fuss. A rare, almost unsettling moment of peace.
Once we’re in the clear, Adrian slides his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together. “Let’s go home.”
A flicker of something dark and wanting passes over his face. “Keith’s out tonight.” He pulls me in closer. “I can’t wait any longer to have you again. Please come home with me.”
His words send an ache to my core. “Mm. I like the sound of that.”
The drive to Keith’s place is filled with anticipation. My pulse is erratic, my skin buzzing with awareness. Adrian keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles against the fabric of my jeans. Every glance he throws my way is thick with promise.
By the time we step inside, our restraint disappears.
The door barely clicks shut before I’m reaching for him, my hands fisting in his shirt, tugging him down to me. His lips crash into mine hungrily, and I lose myself in the kiss. Fingers tangling in my hair, he tilts my head back as he deepens it, stealing my breath, my thoughts. Everything.
“Fuck. I want you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I shiver, gripping his neck as he bends, scooping me up effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, my body pressing into his as he carries me.
I know exactly where this is heading.
And I don’t want to stop.
Inside his room, he lowers me to my feet.
Only a second passes before our mouths fuse in a kiss so desperate it feels like we’ve been starving for this moment. I move instinctively, fumbling with the last of his buttons, yanking his shirt off, and letting it fall to the floor.
My fingers skim over his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle, down the ridges of his stomach, a subtle tension building in my palms as I explore every inch of him.
A low, guttural sound rumbles from his throat when I drag my nails lightly across the waistband of his pants. The sound alone makes me needy.
I’m tugging at his belt, pulling at the fabric in my urgency.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans. His words send a fresh ache between my thighs.
His hands are on me, fingers curling around the fabric of my jeans, gripping tight as he tugs downward. Then I lift my arms, letting him peel the top off in one swift motion.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
I stand before him in my black lace set, the one I picked with this exact moment in mind, hoping and praying this would happen tonight.
His gaze roams over me, slow and deliberate, drinking me in like I’m something worth savoring.
And God, I feel it. Even though he’s not touching me, his stare alone is enough to send tingles scattering across my skin, as if his fingers are tracing the same path his eyes follow.
He stands before me in navy boxers; the fabric doing little to hide just how badly he wants this.
Stepping closer, his hand finds my hip, pulling me flush against him.
Our mouths collide again, and when we break apart, he slips my bra straps off my shoulders, his fingertips grazing my skin as he reaches behind me to unclasp it.
My bra hits the floor. I kick it aside, already reaching for him, my fingers dipping beneath his waistband, pushing the fabric down.
A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip of his cock, and heat floods my body at the sight.
I drop to my knees, never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
His fingers thread through my hair, watching my lips part and my hand grab around the thick base of him, feeling the heat, the weight, the way he twitches in my grasp. Slowly, I drag my tongue along the tip, tasting the saltiness of him, savoring the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
His hand tightens in my hair, a sharp tug that sends sparks of pleasure straight through me.
I open my mouth wider, taking him in, feeling his thick length glide along my tongue. I take as much as I can, and when I glance up through my lashes, I find his gaze locked on me, his jaw clenched, eyes dark and heavy-lidded.
“Jesus,” he groans.
My lips curve around him as I hollow my cheeks and suck, my hand stroking in a steady rhythm. His grip in my hair tightens more, his other hand bracing against the back of my head, guiding me, urging me forward.
“Gonna let me come down your pretty throat, Trouble?”
I hum around him, feeling the way his thighs tense beneath my hands. I want that, but not yet. Not when there’s something else I crave even more.
So I pull back at the last second, releasing him. Sitting back on my heels, I lick my lips as I watch him. His hands flex at his sides.
“I should’ve known you were a fucking tease.”
I stare up at him.
He’s hungry…
And I’m more than ready to be devoured.
“Come here. Now you’ll pay.”
He grabs my wrists as he helps me to my feet. His hands find the waistband of my thong, and he rips them clean off, the fabric snapping, falling to the floor in scraps.
A gasp escapes me, but he doesn’t give me time to process. His hands are on my hips, lifting me effortlessly, laying me back on the bed. Before I can catch my breath, his mouth is on me, and he kisses his way down my body, worshipping every inch of me.
Until he reaches the place I need him most.
And when his lips brush the top of my pussy, I know I’m about to be ruined.