Page 29 of Never Fake Date the Financier
“There’s only one thing I want to be on right now.”
I swallow.Thump-thump. Thump-thump.“And what’s that?”
“You, sweet girl. I need to find out if those lips taste as sweet as they look.”
“Okay, but this is practi?—”
As soon as the words leave my lips, his crash against mine and every cell in my body screams. His hands wrap around my face, holding me in place as his tongue swirls against mine.
Practice. That’s all this is. We’re making sure that a kiss in public will be convincing. That—oh,what the hell. This kind of kiss isnotmeant to be public.
“Fucking better,” he growls before diving back in as I grip the hard planes of his back, digging, clawing, pleading for him not to stop. Never stop. This feels so good. Hetastesso good. Kissing Adrian is better than any sex I’ve had, and I’m not sure if that’s an indictment of my sex life or how skillful Adrian is with his mouth. I wonder if he’s just as skillful elsewhere…
I gasp as he grips my ass and pulls me off the ground but then I recover quickly, finding his lips again, threading my fingers through his hair as I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against him. He moans against my mouth as our kiss deepens. And for a brief moment, I think he’s carrying us to the bedroom.
And I wouldn’t mind that at all. I’d love that. My body isall inon whatever this is.Fake relationship or not, I don’t want it to stop. Please don’t let it stop.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Adrian rasps a few moments after setting me down on the couch.
He’s standing above me, breathing like he’s in the midst of a marathon, eyes burning into mine as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I breathe, my mind racing. Wondering. What is he talking about? All he needs to be sorry about is not kissing me. Taking those lips off of mine. And if he keeps them off any longer, I might lose my mind completely.
“In advance of ruining your makeup. Your hair. Your…” He swallows hard. “I’m finding it hard to control myself around you, Ella. It’s been a problem from the moment I saw you. I…”
Whoooosh. The wind is knocked right out of my sails.
He presses one knee into the couch, brushing against my center with his thigh as he leans in. This was not where I thought this was going to go when I opened that door. Or hell, on this trip. I figured this whole thing would be a simple business transaction. I give youx,and you give mey,and then we part ways.
This is not that. This is becoming complicated. This is becoming all too real.
He cups my face again, brushing my lips briefly with his thumb before sliding his hand down the column of my throat.
“You’re unbelievable. Irresistible. So damn…” He shoves his fist into the cushion, screwing his eyes shut as he turns his head. I can hardly breathe, caged beneath him. And then he turns back to me, eyes fiery. Animalistic. He brushes his fingers tenderly against my cheek. “I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about you. I?—”
There’s a knock at the door.
Why does there have to be someone at the door? Is it… no. She wouldn’t. There’s no way Lillian followed me up here. She’s the maid of honor. She should be doing maid of honor things, not stalking me.
Adrian laughs. Deep and rumbling as his forehead presses against my skin.
“What’s so funny?”
He kisses my sternum, stealing my breath. Another on my throat as he makes a raspy noise. When his eyes meet mine, a few seconds later, I’m struggling to think of anything sexier than Adrian right now.
“Nothing. The timing could’ve been better.” His lips are a few inches from mine, but he’s not moving. Just another inch… just…
There’s another knock on the door, and then a voice: “Room service.”
My eyes light up.
“Did you?”
He smiles. “I thought you might be hungry, so I ordered room service. “
That settles it. There is nothing sexier than Adrian right now. Forget all praise or compliments—all I need to hear is that last sentence. Again and again.
“You thought right. I had to force down a kale smoothie while everyone else scarfed down pizza. Literal torture.”
