Page 22 of Emily: Hello Kitten

I shouldn’t have driven over. I still haven’t given him a yes, but obviously, I was going to say yes since I sat in front of his house.

“Stop overthinking and tell me about you, Emily. Other than your being a very thorough reader, a great writer, sassy as hell, and very good in bed, I don’t have much to talk about,” Adrian says.

“I, um, I want to work in publishing one day.” I nibble my bottom lip, not telling how I secretly want to become a published author. “My sister calls me Emmy and I hate it because it makes me sound like a little kid. My sister is the golden child which means I never live up to my parents’ expectations. My dad wants me to do something serious with my life and never forgot that I said I wanted to be a doctor when I was a kid,” I list off.

He doesn’t say anything, so I continue. I just keep talking and talking, only half aware of what I’m saying until Adrian’s big hand slides across my thigh. He digs his fingers in slightly and I step on the gas.

“Easy, Emily. Tell me good things. Normal first date things,” he instructs carefully.

“Like, um… like what?”

“Haven’t you been on a date?”

“Yes.”

“What do people talk about on dates?” he asks.

“The weather. They lie about how they’re doing, never mention exes, flirt terribly, make themselves look good while hiding all the red flags, and hope they get more than a goodnight kiss, based on my experience,” I say.

“The basics, Emily. Let’s start there,” he says as his hand moves further up my thigh.

I shudder. “I told my friends you taste like sweets after we first started kissing and I told them I was going to leave, apparently.”

He chuckles. “A good place to start. Keep going.”

eleven

By the time we get to the resort, I’m exhausted from talking. Adrian put in a bit here and there, but when we get out of the car, I’m exhausted. Adrian grabs my bag, wraps his arm around my waist, and whispers in my ear.

“You were a good girl, Kitten. I’ll tell you all about me once we’re upstairs,” he promises.

“What do you mean?” I ask playfully. “You’re going to go along with whatever story I tell because I was nice enough to pick you up?”

“Emily,” he says in warning.

“And I didn’t even ask you to pay for gas, so you’re getting a whole weekend away for free with me on your arm. That means Iownyou,” I say, nearly kissing him.

A dark grumble vibrates in his chest as he drops his gaze, but I save myself by checking in and getting our room keys. The girl behind the counter gapes at Adrian, but he either doesn’t noticeor doesn’t care. His eyes are on me, with a very controlled level of threat.

It’s a miracle we make it to the room. When the door shuts and I hear our bags thud, I know I’m in trouble.

A squeal escapes me as Adrian presses me against the door with one arm held against my back. His hips cradle my ass, and he takes a deep breath as his lips brush my ear.

“Run that last statement by me again, Emily,” he orders.

“Iownyou,” I whisper. “Last time you had me how you wanted me, but I’m sober now and I’m in charge.”

“Are you?” he asks and grazes his teeth over my earlobe, licking across the shell. His free hand moves up my side, pushing my shirt up as I feel the tips of his fingers trail over my skin all the way to my breast. He runs his nose over my throat. “I think you still need to be punished.”

“I don’t think that I—”

He palms my breast and exhales over my skin. I shudder and roll my hips back against his. A little groan leaves my lips as he kisses and nips my throat. “Fuck.”

“You know more words than that,” he says, rolling his hips against my ass to show me how hard he is.

“Adrian, I’m supposed to meet my family for dinner and—”

“Then you'd better learn to behave quickly,” he says, backing me away from the door and leading me to the bed.

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