Page 51 of Never Fake Date the Financier
I sigh as I let go of his jacket and dive into the tiramisu.
This is the first time all evening I’ve felt relaxed. I’ve been on my feet the whole time, socializing with Adrian’s family. Avoiding Lillian. I’ve been to my fair share of weddings, but this one has been exhausting.
This tiramisu is making it better, though. So is the way Adrian’s looking at me as I eat it. Smolder, smolder, smolder.
“Good?”
Not as good as that gruff voice of his, even raspier after a day filled with talking.
I swallow another bite. “Very.”
He reaches for me, brushing the corner of my mouth with his thumb.
“Oops,” I mutter, cheeks flushing.
He peers at the cream on his thumb and then sucks it off his finger, eyes locked on mine. “Thanks for leaving me some.”
I gape at him for a brief moment, as an electric current flutters through me. And then a crazy, intrusive thought pushes all rational thought out of my head and takes center stage.
“I-I think I left some more.”
“Oh?”
I fork another piece of tiramisu and then rub it across my lips like a crazy person as Adrian gapes at me.
Oh my god.
Oh my. GOD.
It feels like a million little needles are poking me all over my body as I inwardly cringe, completely astounded that I listened to that insane idea.
But Adrian takes it in stride.
“Wow,” Adrian rasps. “I can’t believe I overlooked that.”
He reaches for me, cupping the base of my head with one hand as the other finds my waist, pulling me into him. He leans in, lips inches from mine as every ounce of air inside my lungs is squeezed out.
“My favorite dessert,” he rasps, moments before his lips find mine.
I whimper against his lips, my hands slipping beneath his jacket and around his back. Firm. Stong.Mine.
If I weren’t thoroughly distracted by Adrian’s mouth, I might give that last word a second thought. But right now, I don’t care. His tongue is obliterating all rational thought, and as his hand slips down my back and grips my ass. I’m all in.
“Waited for this all night,” he rasps, breaking the seal briefly before his lips find mine again.
I squeak. Mumble. Moan and groan. I can’t make a single coherent word, but it doesn’t matter. I think he understands how much I’m enjoying every second of?—
“There you are!”
I pull away from Adrian reluctantly as I absently swipe at my hair, glancing at Lillian standing in the doorway. Her annoyed look fades quickly, recovering as she steps onto the balcony and into the moonlight.
“I thought you’d want to know it’s time for the bouquet toss. Sariah’s waiting.”
Adrian’s jaw flexes, his eyes on me, fiery and intense. I try to communicateI. Know.with a look. He seems to understand, jerking his suit jacket down with two hands before turning around.
“Right,” I say, my voice breathless. “Thanks.” I’m still flustered, feeling like I’d just been caught making out with my boyfriend by my parents. “Wouldn’t want to miss that.”
Lillian hums, turning around, and I follow.
