Page 57 of Never Fake Date the Financier
“I’ve been thinking about this all night. Needing it. I could hardly think straight because all I could think about was claiming these sweet lips in private.”
I sigh as he brushes his fingertips across my lips. A part of me considers taking them in my mouth, sucking them, but I resist the urge.
“Are my lips the only thing of mine you wanted to claim?”
The words fly out of me from the same place. I blame it on the way Adrian’s looking at me—like I’m a present he wants to unwrap. He’s making me say things I wouldn’t normally say. Do things I wouldn’t normally do. But with his arms around me and his lips on mine, I want to explore every bit of this new me. Well, I’ll leave the exploring to Adrian.
Adrian lets out an animalistic growl as he lifts me and throws me over his shoulder.
“Jesus,” I gasp as he spins me around and takes me out of the elevator.
“Not even he can save you now,” Adrian says as he carries me to our room. I guess the one-bed situation resolved itself in the best way possible.
“What about holy water?” I ask.
“You’ll need it in buckets after I’m through with you.”
Oh my… is all I can think as he damn near kicks the door off the hinges and whisks me into the room. And then all thought is obliterated when his lips crash against mine all over again.
15
ADRIAN
“Your lips taste like heaven,”I rasp as the door rebounds, closing solidly behind us.
“And yours—” Ellas gasps, struggling against me as I lick the length of her neck and then retrace the line with my lips. “Make me feel hotter than hell.”
I smile against her damp skin, her pulse throbbing against my lips.
“Maybe an ice bath in holy water is in order then.”
I slide my hands along her sides, silky smooth against my fingertips as I kiss the crook of her neck. I should apologize for what I’m going to do to her dress. To her damn body. But I’m not. And I’m sure this dress will be the last thing on her mind once I’m done with her.
“So long as you join me.”
“Anything you want, baby. It’s yours.”
I can’t get enough of her taste. Her scent. Every little noise she makes as I kiss her neck. Her chest. The way she grips me, urging me on.
“I want you, Adrian. You’re all I want.”
I pause, fingers toying with her neckline. I won’t be able to get this dress off fast enough.
“You have me. You’ve always had me.”
Ella stares at me with watery, wide eyes. Opens her mouth, but I swallow her words with my lips. My tongue enters her hot little mouth as I slide my hands down her back, cupping her perfect ass. Fuck me if her body isn’t perfection.
I grip the back of her legs, lifting her off the ground as she wraps herself around me. The vase on the landing table crashes to the ground as I make room for Ella. A metal bowl follows it, clanging and banging as she giggles against my lips. But once her ass lands on the wood, she’s moaning all over again as I deepen our kiss. My hands roam all over her body, cupping, squeezing, feeling every delicious inch of her. I need her. Crave her more than anything.
It’s been nothing short of torturous swallowing these urges from the moment I laid eyes on her. I’ve never felt utterly consumed by another person. And now that Ella opened the floodgates, there’s no going back. There’s no way to bottle this up again.
She’s so fucking sweet. So fucking perfect. So. Fucking. Mine.
Her fingers dig into my back as she wraps her legs around my waist. I could kiss Ella forever and never tire of it. Her lips are so soft, and that fucking tongue. Can’t wait to feel it stroking my cock.
She gasps when I finally break our seal.
I pull away so I can get a better look at the beautiful angel in front of me, but she doesn’t make it easy, her hands gripping me. Pulling me back. Begging for more. I can hardly breathe as I take in her.
