Page 22 of One Hundred Lights
“You said that already.” My voice is a whisper.
I reach behind me to grab the zipper on my dress, then tug it down. His eyes bulge, mouth dropping open with the crackle of the zipper. Feeling bolder than I ever have, I push the dress down to uncover my bare breasts, then wiggle it over my hips and onto the floor in a heap.
I’m standing in front of him wearing nothing but four-inch heels and white lace underwear already soaked with desire for him.
His eyes roam my body, landing on my breasts, roving over the curve of my hips and the length of my legs.
Adrian moans and steps forward. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He ravishes my body with his stare.
I breathe in and out, my chest rising and falling. He wants to be with me. Physically, of course. I’ll take it. There’s a throbbing ache in my nipples and between my legs. I can’t believe this is happening. After all the yearning, all the angst, and the unrequited feelings, here we are.
Even if it’s just for tonight.
“Adrian,” I whisper and reach out to him, placing my hands on his chest. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to explode.
“I...” He stops himself from saying more and instead lowers his face to mine, covering my mouth with his, sliding his hands around my waist and down over my ass. His touch is like fire—it’s as if he’s leaving behind burn marks on my skin.
I groan, acutely aware that I’m almost naked and he’s fully dressed, my hard nipples rubbing against his tuxedo shirt. It’s hot as hell, but I’m desperate to feel his skin against mine, so I unbutton his shirt, starting from the top.
A squeak escapes my throat as his mouth roams to my neck and over my right breast, his tongue flicking my nipple. I lose hold of the button. Adrian pauses and looks up at me, pulling back.
“Britt,” he growls.
My voice is gone, but I manage to whisper, “Yes?”
He straightens and pulls my body against his, looking deep into my eyes.
“Do you want this?Reallywant this?”
Beneath layers of escalating desire, there’s something else inside me. Fear. Desperation. This is the man I love, about to take all of me. Once we cross that line, there will be no going back. Not for me, anyway. There will be no easy congeniality at school events or pretending we’re just friends. No denying I’m in love with him.
I wish I wasn’t too chicken to ask how he feels.
“I really want this, A.” My voice returns and with it, my ability to unbutton. My fingers go back to work on the buttons and soon he’s free enough that I can pull his shirt out from his pants, exposing his hard, muscled abs, spiraling down to tuxedo pants, which are tented with his hard cock. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Thank fuck, because I’m not sure I could let you go right now. I would, of course, if you told me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I say, mesmerized by the growing need in his voice.
He takes one of my hands and lowers it to his groin, moaning as I grasp the length of him through his pants. “Fuck.” He groans.
I’m gonna let this go all the way. It already has, for me.
Adrian slides a hand down my stomach and slips a finger in between my legs, stroking back and forth. A moan comes out, and it doesn’t even sound like me. Carnal desire takes over. I’ll save freaking out for later. Adrian and I are together, touching each other, the heat and friction between us almost unbearable. It’s my ultimate fantasy.
“I’ve been thinking about this.” Adrian pushes his hand further into my underwear, pulsing two fingers inside of me. “So much more than is appropriate. I thought about how you’d feel on the inside.”
“And how do I feel?” I rasp into his ear, shocked I can get a word out, moving my hips against his fingers.
“Fucking wet and amazing.”
I groan and arch my back as his hand moves between my legs.
A shattering of glass on the counter startles both of us and we freeze.
Captain sits next to a broken wine glass spread across the counter. Watching us with his grumpy face. Judging. Giggles spill out of my mouth as my cat stares at us.
“Should we clean that up?” Adrian’s voice is filled with dread.
