Chapter nineteen
~ADRIAN~
“You want to eat on the couch and watch a movie?” I raise my brows. This is certainly not what I expected to hear.
She nods eagerly. “I doubt you’ve ever had dinner in your living room.”
“I’ve never done it,” I admit with a chuckle.
“Which is exactly why we’re doing it. I promise not to get your precious couch dirty.”
“Too bad.” I shorten the distance between us again. “Because that’s exactly what you did last time and precisely what I want you to do again.”
Her lips part just as her cheeks turn that rosy shade I’m used to.
Memories of her flood my mind; her head thrown back in pleasure, the gasp of air she took right before she fell apart under me, the way she locked her legs around the small of my waist. And just like that, my cock presses against my pants, begging to be let out.
Her chest rises and falls faster and faster as if the same memories are now dancing through her mind as well.
My lips curl up, and I will myself to step away.
“What movie are we watching?” I ask her as I take out two plates from the cabinet. I turn and place them on the kitchen island, looking at her expectantly.
“I don’t know.” She takes a few seconds to reply. “I didn’t think that far ahead.” Her voice is breathy, and her cheeks remain rosy pink. I want to see other cheeks turn rosy under my hand.
“What are you in the mood for?” I ask her casually as I lift a single spaghetti to my mouth and try it. “It’s ready.”
“Horror movies,” she replies as I turn off the heat.
“The girl who sleeps with a nightlight wants to watch a horror movie?” I raise a brow as I take the pot of pasta off the stove.
“I hoped I wouldn’t be sleeping alone,” she whispers, and I still. She expects me to sleep next to her. This is what you signed up for when you told her all that nonsense in the elevator. It wasn’t nonsense, though. Not a single fucking word.
I carefully drain the water and leave the pot on the counter before turning towards her. She giggles and rests a hand on the island.
“Is something funny?” I ask, bringing the two plates closer so I can put the pasta in.
“Yes, you. You’re cooking in a suit. It made me think of that time you made grilled cheese in a tuxedo.” Another giggle escapes from her, and the corners of my lips rise.
“The things I do for you.” My smile grows wider, and I take a step towards her.
“I’ll get the sauce.” She hurries to the stove while I hide my smile and fill up the two plates with a generous amount of spaghetti.
How much did this girl make? There’s no way we can eat all of that.
A small hand reaches for one of the plates and pulls it away from me.
She adds sauce to it and takes the second plate.
As she pours the sauce onto the pasta, a bit spills onto my hand, scalding me slightly.
Shit. I pull my hand away reflexively. I fight the urge to swear out loud as I look down at my fingers, now covered in steaming pasta sauce.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Elana’s eyes widen in alarm as she rushes to grab a paper towel. A thought runs through my mind, and I act on it before I have time to reconsider. I grab her hand and pull her back to me. Her worry-filled eyes lift to mine.
“Look at what you did.” My voice is soft as I let go of her hand and lift mine.
“You don’t need a paper towel to clean this up.
” A gentle suggestion that she doesn’t seem to get.
Her eyes dart between my fingers and my face, unsure of what I mean.
She opens her mouth and closes it, obviously confused.
“I’m not a fan of wasting perfectly good sauce just because it’s not on a plate.
” Still, she doesn’t understand what I’m telling her to do, so I lift my fingers up to her lips.
“Clean. It. Up.” I bite out each word as her eyes widen in shock.
You get it now?
She slowly parts her lips, her wide, gorgeous eye staring up at me, and I slowly slide two of my fingers into her warm mouth.
“Good girl. Now suck.”
She closes her lips around my fingers, and I feel her tongue slither under them before she starts sucking gently.
Fucking hell. My cock presses against my pants, throbbing with roaring arousal, threatening to drive me mad if I don’t release it.
I pull my fingers out of her mouth and gently take her chin between my thumb and pointer finger.
Leaning down, I slowly place a kiss on her lips.
“Take the plates to the living room,” I whisper into her mouth before pulling away and taking the empty pots to the sink.
After discarding my blazer and popping a few buttons of my shirt open, I stride into the living room, a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.
Elana’s already settled on the couch, a plate of pasta balanced on her lap, with another waiting for me on the coffee table.
Her face lights up as she sees me. It actually lights up, not the polite smiles I’m so used to seeing from other people.
“Hey,” she greets me warmly and pats the spot next to her.
“Good choice,” I say, nodding towards the TV that’s already turned to Netflix, Friday the 13th on the screen.
“I’ve never watched it,” she admits as I take a seat beside her and place the bottle of wine on the coffee table next to my plate.
“And I’ve never eaten in the living room.” I give her a smile before handing her a glass.
“When did you watch it?” She takes the glass from me, and I rise to my feet to turn on the fireplace.
“Ethan and I watched it ages ago.” I kneel and flick the flames to life. “You were with us, actually. We were left to… to babysit you that night.” The thought is absurd, considering the situation that we’re in.
I rise and walk back to the couch. Judging by the look of embarrassment on her face, the same thoughts flash through her mind.
“What a turn of events, huh?” I say as I uncork the wine.
“I had a crush on you,” she murmurs, her cheeks turning pink.
“Had?” I flash her a grin, and she lowers her head, a small smile on her lips. “And when did you stop having a crush on me?” I ask with amusement.
“Never,” she whispers, surprising me by actually answering. Well, this deserves a reward.
After the pasta, Elana’s snuggles up under the blanket, eyes wide like saucers. Every time something slightly alarming happens, she clings to my arm for dear life.
“Get out of there,” she whispers to the screen, half-looking through the crack she’s created with her fingers. A sharp, loud sound fills the room, and she ducks her head behind my shoulder. Adorable. When was the last time I used that word to describe someone?
Every passing second becomes torturous. Feeling her so close, her warmth against my arm, is all slowly driving me insane.
My cock has been begging to be let out for the past sixty minutes.
It makes me grateful for the blanket Elana threw over me to ‘keep me safe during the movie’, according to her logic.
Watching a movie with a girl on the couch.
I haven’t done that since my freshman year of college.
After a while, I was too impatient to even pretend like I wanted to watch a movie with them. The memories seem like a lifetime ago.
Another jumpscare sends Elana pressing herself into me, the movement like an electric shock straight through my system. She can’t be that scared. Is she teasing me on purpose?
“This will get you in trouble,” I murmur, shifting in place. It does nothing but make my cock rub against my pants more. Fuck.
“What do you mean?” She peeks up at me.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing, Elana.” I look down at her, holding onto my arm like a lifeline.
“What am I doing?” She rests her head on my shoulder and smiles at me. Oh, the wine has definitely gotten into her system. Let’s see just how much. In one swift movement, I have her pinned under me, her knees pressing against my chest.
“Trying to get fucked.” I watch as her eyes go wide.
Using my right hand, I push her knees apart so I can rest between them, feeling the heat between her legs.
Judging by the sharp breath she takes, I know she can definitely feel me pressing against her.
“Is that what you’re trying to do, little duck?
” She stays silent, her eyes on mine and her cheeks pink.
I slowly slide my hand back up her thigh and under her top.
I can feel her heartbeat hammering under my palm, and I don’t think it was the movie that did this.
I lower myself and brush my lips across hers.
To my surprise, she lifts her head and tries to press her lips on mine. So eager.
“Oh, no.” I pull back on time, the corner of my mouth lifting.
“Not until you tell me what you want.” I lower myself again to run the tip of my nose up her neck.
She tilts her head back to give me more access, and I pull away just enough to look at her.
“Tell me what you want.” She arches her back to press herself more into my palm, but I use it to push her back down on the couch.
“Please,” she begs with her eyes closed.
“Please, what?” I give her one last chance, but she doesn’t take it. She only shakes her head and tries to wiggle under me. I slide my hand up past her belly until I reach my goal. No bra. The feeling of her breasts under my palm almost makes me lose all self-control—almost.
“Please what, Elana?” She moans under me as I take her already hard nipple between my fingers.
“I don’t know,” she breathes and shakes her head with closed eyes.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I order, my tone calm but firm.
She obeys, her green eyes glazed with desire.
“Say the words, little duck. What do you want me to do to you?” In response, she bites her lip, her chest rising and falling under my hand.
I pinch her nipple just hard enough to send a wave of pleasure and a hint of pain through her.
Give me what I want to hear. Say the words, and you’ll have it.
Surely enough, she yelps and throws her head back. “Well?” I cock my head to the side.
“You,” she whimpers and looks up at me.
Not good enough. “Try again.” I palm her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers. She takes a sharp breath, and her hands instinctively fly to my forearm to squeeze it.
“I want you to—” she moans out, and I release the pressure on her nipple.
“Yes?” I say slowly, her hard nipple still resting between my fingers. She releases my arm and uses her hands to hide her face.
“I want you,” she mumbles from under her hands. I quickly slide my hand from under her shirt and use it to pin both her wrists above her head, revealing her flushed face.
“Where do you want me?” I brush my lips across hers once more and pull away, prepared for her attempt to kiss me.
“Do you want me here?” I press myself against her.
“Do you want me inside you?” I grind my hips, rubbing my cock up and down.
She moans and squeezes her eyes shut. “Open your eyes and answer me. Where do you want me?”
In response, she opens her eyes, and I feel her lift her hips to press herself against me.
“In here.” Her voice is hoarse and quiet. Fuck. I press my eyes shut and swallow down the raging wildfire screaming at me to rip her clothes into shreds until there’s nothing between us.
So be it.