Chapter sixteen
~ELANA~
As I open my eyes, I’m met with his, the color of a raging storm.
My heart stops momentarily, stunned by the view in front of me.
Adrian is on his knees, his arms resting on each side of me, pinning me between them, his dark gaze locked with mine.
His eyes gleam with the ghost of a smirk like a predator sizing its prey.
My mind races as I take in the sight before me.
Adrian Morgan is on his knees in front of me. What a sight. My gaze travels down to his lips, which are dangerously close to mine. He’s a breath away from sealing them with mine.
I still with my heart hammering in my chest. Suddenly, it’s hard to breathe.
Adrian lifts a hand and places it against the back of my head, his thumb brushing against my lower cheek.
His hand is warm and soft, his touch like a fiery feather.
With a gentle yet firm touch, he pulls me closer, and before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his lips brush against mine, testing and waiting.
A swarm of butterflies flutters in my tummy, and when I don’t pull away, his lips tenderly press against mine and start moving. He’s kissing me lazily, slowly, until his lips and hand on my face are the only things that exist in this room, in this world.
The whole damned penthouse can go up in flames at this very moment, and I wouldn’t even notice it.
I kiss him back, moving my mouth in sync with his, soft and gentle.
The tip of his tongue glides across my lips, and I open them in a silent invitation.
His tongue meets mine as softly and as gently as the kiss itself.
He tastes of brandy and something sweet and minty.
A small moan escapes me before I can stop it, and I feel the corner of his mouth stretch in a half smile. His tongue doesn’t go any further in, and suddenly, it’s gone. He pulls away, the hand on the back of my neck still resting there, and I open my eyes, meeting his.
“Breathe,” he whispers, and I suck in a shaky breath, then another. “Good girl.”
I immediately feel my cheeks flush and look down at my hands gripping the blanket.
His thumb slides from my lower cheek to under my jawline, gently tilting my chin up.
“Penny for your thoughts.” I’ve never heard his voice be this soft, this comforting.
“I’d like to do that again,” I whisper with a slight smile.
“Would you now?” He flashes me a breathtaking grin that makes my hands itch to touch him.
I nod and feel his hand guide my head forward again and kiss me.
Only this time, there’s nothing gentle about the kiss.
His tongue doesn’t wait for an invitation as it invades my mouth, forcing its way in and claiming every corner.
I whimper into his mouth and feel him smile against my lips.
His fingers curl into my hair and tug on it, tilting my head back.
His other hand pulls the blanket away from me, leaving my bare legs exposed to his touch.
Releasing his hold on my hair, he places both hands on my knees, moving them slowly up my thighs, past my hips, to stop at my waist.
He breaks the kiss and, in one swift motion, lifts me up off the couch and then back down so I’m lying across it.
Gently, he guides my head to the armrest of the couch.
My heart races as I feel the soft cushion beneath my head.
I glance up at him, his eyes dark with desire.
With a firm touch, he spreads my legs and positions himself between them.
The feel of Adrian’s body covering mine thrills me to my core.
He holds his weight with one hand and pushes a strand of hair away from my face with the other, his thumb lightly sliding across my bottom lip.
“I’ve wanted these lips from the moment I saw you spill that coffee on yourself.
” He’s so close that we’re sharing a breath.
The scent of sandalwood, mint, and something sharp and clean surrounds me.
He smiles as his thumb keeps stroking my lip.
My eyes narrow then widen as I recall that first day at Morgan Investments.
He saw me at the cafe! He’s… he’s been wanting to kiss me all this time.
His thumb is gone, replaced by his demanding lips.
He kisses me in a way I’ve never been kissed before, pressing my head into the armrest. His tongue parts my lips, his hand moving past my knee and sliding down to cup my behind.
The skirt of my dress pools around my waist as he gives my ass a firm squeeze.
He brings his body closer to mine, and something huge and hard pushes against my panties. I moan into his mouth at the realization of what is pressing against me and lift my hips. A low growl escapes his lips and floods my mouth with the sound. His hand fists my hair, tugging me back firmly.
“Such an impatient little thing,” he murmurs into my mouth.
“Adrian,” I plead, for what, I’m not sure.
I’m not sure where this is going to go. His lips, touch, and body, they’re all guiding me to a place I’ve never been before.
He releases my hair and reaches over to take my right hand in his.
He slowly drags my hand down until it’s resting between my legs.
Suddenly, he pulls away, sitting back on his heels, his hands sliding down my legs.
“Show me how you touch yourself.” His voice is hoarse and filled with fire. I blink up at him, my hand still resting where he left it.
“I don’t—” I shake my head, embarrassment creeping its way up my cheeks.
“You don’t what?” He cocks his head to the side. “Touch yourself the same way you did that first morning you stayed here.”
I stare up at him in confusion. What is he talking about?
“I—I don’t know what you mean,” I whisper.
A deep chuckle escapes from him. “You think I didn’t hear your moans? You think I didn’t hear my name coming out of your mouth while you touched yourself?”
My eyes widen as the realization hits me. The dream I had of him! Oh my God.
“No, I—” I open my mouth and close it. “I had a dream about you.” Adrian raises a dark brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I didn’t… It was a dream. I must have spoken in my sleep.”
His lips curl up, revealing his teeth. “A dream, hm?” I swallow with a nod, and he pounces forward until his face is right above mine.
“Do you know the sounds you made while you dreamed of me?” He lowers his head and plants a kiss on my neck.
“Do you know how crazy those sounds drove me? Hearing you moan my name, imagining your hand between these pretty legs touching yourself to me.” Another kiss on my neck.
I tilt my head back to give him more access, but he pulls away and sits back again.
“I’m sorry,” is all I can think of saying. I fight the urge to bury my face in my hands from the embarrassment. He heard it all. I can’t believe he heard me moan and call out his name in my sleep.
“You should be. My skin still remembers the bite of the cold shower I had to endure because of you. But you can make it up to me by rubbing yourself here.” His thumb presses against my fingers, resting over my panties. “Show me how you touch yourself, Elana.”
“I don’t know how. I haven’t done it before,” I whisper so quietly that I can barely hear myself. He narrows his eyes in contemplation until realization flashes across his flawless face.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” His question pins me in place.
I shake my head, unable to use my voice.
“No?” He raises both brows in surprise, but there’s something else in his eyes.
He’s pleased. Very pleased. “And you want to do this with me?” he asks.
I nod, and he shakes his head. “Use your words. I won’t touch you until I know you’re sure about this. ”
“I’m sure. I want this with you,” I breathe out, and that’s all it takes for him to reach under me and slide his fingers under the waistband of my panties. He drags them down as I try to help by lifting my bum so he can take them off. I push the skirt of my dress between my legs, feeling exposed.
“Look at that, little duck.” He lifts my panties until I can see the wetness on them. “So wet.”
I close my eyes, and my hands instantly travel up to hide my face, but a large hand stops them.
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head again. “None of that. I want to see you, and right now, I want to see just how much you want this.” With his hand, he clasps both of my wrists and pins them above my head as he lowers his and starts kissing my neck.
I arch my back with a moan, giving him more access to my throat, when I feel his other hand push my dress away.
The air feels cool against my wet skin down there, but the sensation is replaced by two of his fingers.
“Oh my God,” I moan, the feeling like nothing I’ve felt before.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my neck, and his fingers slowly spread my lips and slide between them. “So wet for me.”
I moan again, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.
He pushes himself away from me, and when I open my eyes to look for him, I see his face right between my legs, looking at me through his dark brows.
“Let’s see if you taste as sweet as you look.” And with that, his hot mouth joins his fingers.
“Adrian,” I breathe. Just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel his tongue slide out and lick my sensitive clit. “Oh my God! Fuck,” I sob and throw my head back.
He chuckles against me, and the vibrations send more waves of pleasure.
“Just as delicious as I thought.” His tongue slides up and down again, making my whole body respond. I raise my hips to meet his tongue, but powerful hands grasp both sides of my hips and pin me down. My entire core tightens.
A ball of static pleasure builds up, and my hands travel down to him.
I bury my fingers in his hair, the feel of it under my fingers just as I imagined it would be.
I press his head harder into me, and another deep chuckle vibrates against me.
His right hand moves from its place on my hip and travels sideways to my lower belly, pushing down gently.
His tongue picks up the pace, and just before that ball of pleasure can burst through me, he stops, replacing his tongue with his fingers, gently circling that spot his tongue was licking.
Without stopping, he uses his other hand to prop himself up and crawl back to me until his face is inches away from mine.
His fingers press harder against my clit, making me close my eyes.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Adrian orders over my moans, and I obey, struggling to keep my eyes open. “See how good you taste?” He lowers himself and kisses me, hard and possessive.
I can still taste the sweet mint on his tongue, but now, his lips have the taste of my arousal on them.
The thought is enough to send me over the edge, that ball of pleasure bursting into a million pieces of static electricity.
Adrian drowns out my moans, one of them being his name, with his mouth as he keeps rubbing that spot over and over, then stops just as the waves of pleasure subside after what feels like an eternity.
I finally open my eyes, panting, and realize I’ve somehow wrapped both legs around Adrian’s waist, my hands fisting the back of his shirt.
With his fingers still on me, he gives me a lazy smile, and I slowly release him from the death grip I have him in. He pulls his fingers away and brings them up to my face so I can see just how wet they are.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while.” He places a long finger in his mouth and sucks on it before sliding it out.
“Open.” I obey, mesmerized, and he slides his wet middle finger into my mouth.
“Be a good girl and clean it.” I close my mouth around it with a moan and bite down gently.
He releases a low growl and pulls his finger out, replacing it with his mouth.
“Bold,” he murmurs against my lips and smiles before pulling away.
I look up at him, completely spellbound, not just by what he’s done to me but by his beauty.
I have time to study his face without feeling like an intruder now, seeing every detail, the lines around his lips as he smiles, the way his eyes gleam when he does.
He’s absolutely breathtaking. And he just gave me my first real orgasm.
“See something you like?” He cocks his head to the side.
I nod. “Everything.” And that’s when I feel the thick length of him pressing against me. I look down and back up at him again. “You… you didn’t…” He was still dressed and hadn’t made a single attempt to take me.
As if reading my mind, he shakes his head. “Tonight wasn’t about me. It was all for you.” He plants a gentle kiss on my forehead and sits up, pulling me with him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Fifteen minutes later, there’s a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I call from the bathroom, already wearing my pajamas. I hear the door open and close, and Adrian pokes his head into the bathroom. “Hi.” I smile, already feeling my cheeks heat.
“Hi.” He flashes me a lazy smile and leans against the doorframe, his hands in the pockets of his black pajama bottoms. My eyes travel up to the two lines forming a V, with the lower half being covered by the soft material of his pants.
He’s only wearing pajama bottoms, the muscles and dips of his bare torso highlighted by the soft glow of the lights.
God, he’s gorgeous. “I’m just checking to see if you’re okay. ”
I take a deep, steadying breath. “I’ve never felt anything like this,” I admit, looking down at my hairbrush. All the rubbing against the armrest left the back of my head looking like a bird’s nest. I’m not sure if I’m talking about what he did to me or what he’s doing to me. Both.
“Do you regret it?” Concern flashes across his face.
“No, no.” I shake my head, reassuring him. “It was so overwhelming. Now I know why people do it.” I let out a small laugh and set my brush down. “I’d like to do it again.”
“Is that right?” He gently pushes himself off the doorframe and closes the distance between us.
I nod. “Me, too. But not tonight. It’s late, and you need sleep.
” He gently lifts my chin up and bends down to plant a soft kiss on my lips.
“Sweet dreams.” He turns on his heel, but before he can walk out of the bathroom, I take his hand.
“Wait.” I swallow, and he looks back at me. “Please stay with me.”
“Is that what you want?” He asks, and I nod. “Then I’ll stay.” He gives me a soft smile, then makes my knees weak as he tugs at the hand I used to stop him. “Let’s go to bed.”