Page 6 of The Single Dad

“Noelle…” My name comes out as a growl, and I clench my thighs, all my desire for this man washing over me in waves. How many years I’ve pined for him, dreamed of him between my thighs, inside me, claiming me as his?

Primal desire pulses between us, and I can taste the tension on my tongue, feel it all over my skin. Knowing Adrian, he’s debating with himself over how unwise it is to get involved with me and if it’s worth Peter’s ire. I need to tip the scales.

“I know you feel it, too, Adrian. I’ve…” I trail off, wondering how much I should confess, but darn it. I’m here, and there’s no turning back. “I’ve had a crush on you since forever.”

His eyes widen at that, but the muscle in his jaw ticks, his nostrils flaring. I was right. He’s at war with himself. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage.”

Those words shred my last layer of self-preservation. Besides, what do I have to lose? He saw me naked, and I confessed to having feelings. I might as well go all in.

I walk closer to him, and with every step, his breathing becomes more ragged. I stop when I’m finally in front of him, my palms sweaty, my thighs sticky. His breath is warm against my forehead.

I don’t move. Neither does he.

The space between us is thin, fragile, buzzing with something heavy and crackling. Something unspoken. His dark eyes flick to my mouth a second time, just for a second, barely a glance, but it’s enough to send heat curling through my stomach all over again.

Does he feel it? This pull, this tightrope stretched between us, begging to snap?

I swallow, pulse hammering in my throat. “I’m taking advantage of you, Adrian.” My voice is softer than I want it to be, a whisper between us.

Something shifts in his expression. A crack in his carefully controlled mask. He exhales slowly, his fingers flexing at his sides as if he wants to touch me but won’t let himself. As if he can’t.

Standing on my toes, I lean in, just enough to push him, to force him to make a choice.

“Fuck, Noelle.” His voice has grown gravelly with lust.

It’s the last thing I hear before his mouth crashes to mine and his arms wrap around me, pulling me to him. The kiss sets off fireworks in my head. It’s our first, and it’s anything but gentle.

The kiss is raw, hungry, and demanding. His tongue plunges into and invades my hollow mouth, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. I don’t want to wake up Thomas with my animalistic sounds, but Adrian tastes too good. God knows I’ve wondered how he would kiss often enough, and he doesn’t disappoint.

Adrian knows how to kiss. I try not to think of all the women who came before me and gave him his experience. He grabs my ass and pulls me to him, his cock pressing against my stomach, and I moan again as I rub against him. Jesus. It’s like I’m being reduced to a virginal teen with the way I’m acting around him. Then again, who the hell cares? I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember.

He breaks the kiss, and I groan in disappointment. “We need to stop, Noelle. I am dangerously close to ripping your clothes off and burying my cock inside you.”

Oh my God. Funny Adrian is my ultimate favorite, but this horny version is becoming a close second. “Then, do it, Adrian. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“No. We just met after a very, very long time.”

“So?”

“You don’t even know how much I’ve changed since we last saw each other.”

Biting back all my smart-ass responses, my breath coasts over his tanned throat, and I stop to lick his Adam’s apple, making him groan raggedly. “Tell me you don’t want me, Adrian, and I’ll go back to my bedroom and use that damn toy you saw earlier.”

His eyes flare with something like possession, and his voice hardens. “Sure, Noelle, if you want something smaller.”

Unexpectedly, the cockiness in his tone makes me laugh. “I’m willing to settle since you seem hellbent on leaving me high and dry.”

Adrian slips a hand inside my pajama bottoms and grazes my folds with a finger. Oh God. I arch into him, digging my nails into his shoulders. “You are far from dry, Noelle.”

“Please, Adrian. Please.”

“Please, what?” He glides the finger along my slit before dipping it into me. I wiggle my hips to take more of him, but he pulls it out and chuckles. Asshole.

“Adrian, I swear to God?—”

It takes me a second to realize he’s disappeared in front of me and is on his knees, pulling my pajama bottoms down my legs. I step out of them, and my pussy is bare before his face. What can I say? I like going commando. Or maybe part of me hoped this would happen. Either way, I’m glad only a few pieces of clothing separate us.

And if there’s anything about Adrian, it’s that he doesn’t waste time.

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