Chapter 17: Chapter 17
And once again she circled back to him. "Did they change the sign?" Even her voice was different, slower, more seductive. Adrian shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out. He did want to fight back either or hug her. "The Berge is the same as always," he said.
But Andrea shook her head, "No, it all looks different, it feels diff--" She blew out a breath and laughed. "Sorry, I was super sick the other day, must just be that." She uncrossed her arms and held them still at her sides. "You have my license?"
And here Adrian did the despicable thing.
The thing he'd been second-guessing himself about since he'd left his house. Putting on his most sheepish smile and hoping he looked repentant, he said, "I left it at home."
Andrea didn't bother to hide her annoyed expression. "You're joking, right?"
Adrian shrugged, "I didn't realize until I was almost halfway there. I didn't want to make you wait." She bit her lip and it was all Adrian could do to stop from yanking her close and capturing her mouth with his own. The lust he barely caged fought to the surface and he knew his eyes flashed yellow. He tilted his head so they caught the light, hoping if she noticed she would think it was only a strange reflection.
"Aren't you courteous?" She took a step forward and laid a hand on his forearm. Adrian swallowed. They needed to talk, this wasn't something he could ignore. All ravishing had to wait until after she thought he was a raving lunatic. "I don't live too far from here." Was
Is his voice breathy? He leaned in, his face less than a foot from hers. "I'll take you there to get it."
Her hand rubbed against his arm. But she pulled it away. "I can follow you." Her pupils dilated and she drew a deep breath. "Would that work?"
Her eyes dropped to watch his lips. Maybe he was feeling evil, or maybe he wanted this thing riding him to ride her too. He licked his lips. Slowly. Andrea sucked in a breath and Andrea knew he miscalculated. She mirrored his motion and his cock sprang to life.
He tried to take a step back, but her hand was on his bicep now and though she put no pressure on him, he felt staked to the ground.
Her hand slid up slowly. A stronger man could have moved. For all of Adrian's life, he had thought he was a strong man, but this one woman proved him wrong. She overpowered him merely by existing. "What is it about you?" She whispered, just inches from his lips.
Adrian didn't, couldn't respond. But he knew exactly what she meant. She leaned forward those last few inches and pressed her lips against his. That beast within him, the monster of the full moon roared. He clutched her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly, and devoured her mouth, pressing his tongue to the seam of her lips until she opened, letting him pass to conquer her in this one way. Everything else disappeared. It was only him and Andrea and he could care less what they had to talk about or where they were standing.
But as Adrian sought to take control of the kiss, Andrea resisted, demanding. He could almost read her thoughts. This was her kiss.
She had initiated it, and it was she who was in control. And though Adrian was alpha of all he surveyed, even in this he did not resist her. He felt her hand lift the back of his shirt and explore the contours of his back. His body temperature must have risen ten degrees from the heat she brought out in him.
His hands roamed as well, one feeling the swell of her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple as it hardened from his touch. Even though her shirt, he could feel all of her, but he wanted to feel more. What stopped him from pulling off her shirt he couldn't say.
Perhaps some last semblance of remembrance that they stood in public. But he forced himself to pull back.
They both stared at each other, breathing heavily. "I have your license at my place," he said once more, a gleam in his eye.
She put her hand in his. "Lead on."
Andrea was crazy, or maybe just crazed. If she had been thinking she never would have gotten into a strange man's car and agreed to go to his house. Especially since she didn't know where his house was. But Adrian just felt right.
He unlocked an SUV parked in the fire lane in front of the bar and she got into the passenger seat. Only as they pulled away did she think that she should have followed him in her car, but looking over at his profile and feeling the sizzle of heat make its way through her, she couldn't care. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white against his bronze skin.
She ached to touch him, so much so that it was a compulsion. She reached out, placing her hand on his thigh. Gently at first, but his muscles tensed from the softest of contact.
"I can't stop touching you." She confessed, ever since the moment she saw him, she'd needed to feel her hands on him.
"Then don't." His words were clipped, but she didn't feel chastened. She could feel him at the edge of his control. She had brought him here. What more could she do?
She could feel the hard length of him through his jeans. She moved her hand slowly, gently rubbing him, and she smiled when she heard Adrian hiss in. "God, yes," he breathed. She smiled and unbuckled his fly, reaching into his pants and grasping him through the material of his boxers. With this effect she had on him, Andrea could feel the wetness of her pussy. She was going to have him inside her, tonight. But not yet.