Page 17 of Out of Office

Saying all of this out loud conveyed way more than I had planned to share. After seeing Adrián with his family, my own relationship with mom felt sterile. No, no, no. No more overanalyzing. More being in the moment.

Adrián sat in his lounge chair, legs relaxed, hands behind his head, his face a mask of serenity. His tongue slid out to moisten his bottom lip, and I held back a groan. He couldn’t be aware of how sexy he was. There was no way.

Suddenly we were too far apart. Possessed by Hot Girl Genevieve, I stood up, and changed seats, joining Adrián in his beach chair. I lined up my head close to his chest, my legs tangling with his to ensure we both fit on the seat.

“I was thinking maybe we can cuddle?” I asked once settled.

“I promised you, you’d have the time of your life. If cuddling is what you want. Cuddling is what you get,” Adrián said, welcoming me in his arms. Anytime we held hands or hugged, my nerves decreased. My awkwardness receded. I tested the theory now and relaxed my body next to Adrián’s, his rich woodsy cologne welcoming me. I laid my head on his chest, and we both sighed, content.

“When I invited you to come with me, I never dreamed I’d lie with you on the same chair on the first night,” he confessed.

“Well, I didn’t think I’d sleep in the same bed with you.”

Adrián’s even breath stopped under my ear, and I propped my head to stare at him. To bask in his charm and beauty. His rich beard and pouty lips were the first things I focused on. His proud broad nose seemed to be doing double duty. Might he be feeling what I was feeling? Then his sultry deep brown gaze hit me square in my lower parts.

“If I lie next to you tonight, there will be no sleeping involved,” he warned.

That’s when I noticed the hardness growing against my hip. I liked how he said that as a statement—a promise.

“Who said I need sleep?” I whispered, ghosting a hand over Adrián’s stomach, luxuriating on the ridges of his carved abs. The smooth skin right where his shirt met his pants made my fingers tingle. I caressed him there, making his breath hitch. He had that sexy V, and I pressed there, discovering that Adrián was ticklish.

He barked a laugh that turned into a grunt as I continued my travels, fingers shaking as I traversed the planes of his skin under the shirt. Hot flesh enticed me to follow until I reached one nipple and pinched it. Adrián’s groan awakened a recklessness I’d only experienced last night when slightly intoxicated in his company. And this morning when Hot Girl Gen appeared.

“Woman! You haven’t even kissed me, and you’re tweaking my nipples.”

Laughter fizzled out until I was in stitches. Adrián’s sturdy arms held me close as he shook with his own laughter. I burrowed, closer, loving how delicious his rumble journeyed through my body.

“I was waiting for you to kiss me,” I finally managed to get out between giggles as our laughs subsided.

“Were you, huh?” Adrián’s deep brown heavy gaze fired me up in the dim light, and the touch of his golden-bronze skin felt like smooth velvet under the moonlight. His plump, juicy lips were slightly parted as if they divined what was coming. The slopes and dips of his compact arms flexed as if he struggled not to squeeze me, and a rush of liquid confidence settled in my panties.

“Yes. I was,” I whispered.

“I needed to be sure you were ready.”

The congregation of our lips felt like a burst of pure energy settling into its perfect flow. Inexplicable and spectacular. Air departed my lungs with no signs of return. I’d always scoffed at the idea of being breathless after a kiss, but Adrián Nicolas hadn’t kissed me back then. Now I understood what I’d been missing all along.

When Adrián slowed down our kiss, I whimpered, a deep yearning driving my every movement.

“Wait, wait. Let me take you inside. I want to see you properly,” Adrián whispered as I frantically pulled at any piece of fabric available. I needed him, and I needed him now.

“Okay, okay,” I reluctantly agreed, watching Adrián stand and offer his hand to pull me up. My legs were unsteady, the force of my desire so inexplicable. It had crashed into me, consuming all my thoughts. Again, Adrián uncovered sides of me I wasn’t aware existed.

“Steady...you know what?” Adrián’s large bulk came on glorious display as he pushed me into him, hooking his arms under my legs. Air and his arms were the only things underneath me, as my chest pumped fast, adrenaline taking over. Adrián carried me from the beach chairs to the back of his cabana. Still desperate for more of him, I pressed my lips on his neck, making him shiver.

“If you keep that going, I’ll have to fuck you right here outside,” Adrián’s voice rumbled, and I wanted this giddy sensation he created to last forever. With impressive strength, he slid the door one-handed, his large warm hand planted firmly under my ass. I was no wilting flower. I was all flesh, bones, and Sunday soul dinners, and carrying me here was no small feat. And this man managed to make me feel full of helium.

Adrián tossed me on the bed, the softness of the mattress cushioning my fall. Adrián’s predatory glint made me scramble back until I met the headboard. Things were about to get real.

“Are you sure you want this?” Adrián asked, and he cupped the length currently printed on his board shorts. Did he even realize what he had asked and what he’d done simultaneously? Because I had and...damn!

“I, well, yes.” The awkward shyness tried to sneak into my brain. Nooo, I needed my brazenness back.

“It’s okay. I can sleep on my sofa bed.” Adrián’s face shifted to tenderness, and I wanted that heated gaze on me again. I craved it. Chasing the high before it dissipated, I pulled my shirt and tank top off, throwing them on the floor, then I hooked my fingers on my leggings, bringing them and my underwear down.

Adrián paused midstride and his languid contemplation flickered from the top of my head down to my pinky toe and ended on my face.

“Everything I dreamed and more,” he whispered, and my heart short-circuited.

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