Page 62 of Between Us

It’s hard not to move when all I want is to crawl onto his lap and get as close to him as possible. However, I know his care for me will win out over his apparent lust if he thinks I’m in pain.

So I do my best to sit still, but when one of his hands slips from my hip down to where my thigh creases, I can’t fight it. My hips buck up and I let out a low moan in his mouth.

“Sit still, pretty girl,” he quietly commands.

Nodding, I turn to watch the slow journey his hand makes across my body. With a gentle nudge of his head, he pushes mine to the side and kisses along my neck, even pulling the collar of my crewneck to get more access to my skin.

The sensation threatens to roll my eyes to the back of my head, though I don’t allow it. Instead, I focus on the way his hand slips under the crew neck and skims my lower stomach. Just as I’m getting used to that, he moves back to that spot at the top of my thigh.

My breathing picks up even more when one of his fingers slips under the built-in spandex of my skirt. It’s short enough that his long, thick finger easily skims the edge of my panties underneath. He groans behind me, and it’s the sexiest thing I know I’ll ever hear in this lifetime.

It’s then that I realize his lips left my skin at some point, and I look up to find him watching the same show.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows before looking down at me with dark eyes. It’s hard to tell with his deep brown irises in this light, but the way he’s looking at me feels visceral, more primal.

“If you want to sto—”

“I don’t want to stop.” Almost desperately, I shake my head and grab onto his wrist, holding his hand to my center. On a breath, I quietly demand, “Keep going.”

That possessive glint in his eye I sometimes catch is in full force for the first time at my words.

He removes his hand and tugs on the hem of my skirt. “Can I take this off?”

Nodding, I bite my lip, feeling a little nervous suddenly. From the way Adrian stiffens behind me, I know he can read the emotions on my face. Before he can switch into worry mode, I twist around as much as I can and grab onto his t-shirt.

“This too,” I softly demand.

It’s clearly an effort to even the playing field right now because there’s no way I could comfortably do anything for him in this position. Without hesitation, he sits up, pushing me with him, and swiftly slides his shirt off.

Even with a partial view, I can tell he’s perfect. He really is a Greek God reincarnated.

“Holy fuck,” I blurt out before I can think to stop myself.

Adrian laughs, and the sound is so soothing, it breaks down any embarrassment I might have felt.

Slipping his thumbs into the waistline of my skirt, he whispers in my ear, “How’s that saying go again? ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours’?”

It’s a teasing callback to the afternoon in the candy shop, and I like knowing he remembers the little moments we share.

With my hands braced on his thighs, I lift my butt off the couch so he can push the skirt down. Knowing it’s the easiest choice, I only remove one foot and let the skirt hang around my other calf.

It feels ridiculous, but Adrian doesn’t offer it a second glance. Instead, his gaze is fully honed in on the soft pink cotton thong I’m wearing. It’s nothing special really, but from the way he’s looking at it, you’d think I was handing him his first Playboy magazine.

Moving to push the scrap of fabric down next, his hand engulfs mine as he pulls it up to his lips.

“Keep that on.” His other hand skims the edge of my panties, and I instinctively open my legs further, urging him to give me more. “I’ve spent a lot of time wondering what you wear under those scrub pants.”

Typically, I don’t wear this under my scrubs, but it’s like a higher power was in my room while I was changing earlier tonight. I don’t bother correcting him though, not wanting to break the spell that he seems to be under as he stares at my covered pussy.

When his hand moves further underneath the fabric, I stop watching his expression and let my gaze fall to the space between my legs.

“You’ve had a hard night, pretty girl. I can make it better.”

“Yes, Adrian,” I breathe.

Letting his fingers skim over my already wet slit, he muses, “The first time I see your pussy, it’s going to be when you aren’t hurt, and I can have both of your legs thrown over my shoulders.”

“Oh my God,” I whimper. The desperate need claws through my veins the longer he drags this out.

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