Page 18 of The Four Leaf

The sudden strike of the piano makes me jolt, and his chuckle is immediate. “There you are. Be a good sport and come out. I mean, unless you prefer I come get you.”

Flustered, I allow myself another minute before beginning to draw the curtains from around me. The heavy fabric is somehow harder to move, but as I begin fighting with the damn things, they suddenly open, Adrian slipping inside with me.

A small squeak falls from my lips, making him laugh again. “Did I scare you?”

I shake my head, attempting to regain some type of control of my body, which is currently going haywire. “No, just startled. I didn’t hear you.”

He jerks the curtain open, untangling me while also encasing us in a small sort of bubble. When he takes a step toward me, I bite into my lip, a heaviness sinking low in my stomach. I’m positive he notices, but instead of calling attention to it, he lifts his phone, showing me the screen.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

“Now, for my secret.” He smiles, silencing the alarm and slipping the phone back into his front pocket. “I want to know what my name sounds like when you come.”

Samantha’s eyes widen as she processes what I said–which, in her defense, wasnotwhat I originally planned to ask. It just… came out. “I mean, it’s only fair, considering you know what your name sounds like.”

She clears her throat, blinking a few times before steeling her voice. “Are you sure that’s what you want to use your win for?”

My brows furrow, my head jerking back slightly. Now it’s my turn to be surprised. “I’d say that’s the best prize.”

Her light pink tongue slips out, wetting her lips. I want to lean down and suck it into my mouth, see if I can taste the croissant still lingering on her taste buds. Or maybe the drink she decided to steal from me at the bar. She shifts her weight from heel to heel before deciding on something and closing her eyes.

Confused, I wait, curiosity forcing me to watch as both her hands come up on either side of her and fist the thick velvet surrounding her head.

In the next second, her chest starts heaving up and down, a rose color blooming over her cheeks. By the time I realize what she’s doing, it’s too late for me to redact my request.

“Adrian.”

Fucking hell.

I don’t know what I thought it would sound like, but whatever I could have imagined doesn’t hold a candle to her molted moan. It’s breathy and desperate, a plea coating every syllable. It’s pure and unfiltered want, surging the blood straight to my already stiff cock.

I move quickly, pressing a hand over her mouth and closing what little space is between us. “That will do, Bambi.”

She peels her eyes open far too slowly, a smug smile lifting my hand. Her gaze roves over my face, then down to my fingers, which I remove. She drops her arms.

“Is it what you expected?”

“No,” I answer honestly.

“It sounds better when I’m actually coming.” Her lashes flutter when she realizes what she’s revealed, but I don’t give her the chance to paddle backward.

“How often?”

Sam’s face falls and I hook my forefinger under her chin and bring her eyes back to mine. “Don’t do that. You’ve never hidden from me before. Don’t start now.”

She gives me a curt nod, but instead of releasing her face, I move to the right, running my thumb along her jaw. She leans into my touch, and it’s then I decide I can’t wait.

If she learns about my needs and decides it’s too much, I’ll be able to handle it because I’ve had her. Even if it’s just this.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Bambi. Is that okay?”

She nods again, but when I don’t immediately move, she whispers a quick, “Yes.”

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