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“Adrian,” I say on a sigh.
And there are no more words. An understanding passes between us. It was always going to come to this. As inevitable as the sun setting, or our reunion. We had a pact.
Chapter Eight
Adrian
I have the penthouse suite, which means a private elevator. My guard goes to his room on the floor below me, and I take Sara’s hand, entwining our fingers together, as we ride up to my suite. This moment feels inevitable, like we were always meant to come together in this way. We just had to reach the magic age of twenty-five for everything to click into place. It was in the cards—our younger selves knew.
She gives me a sideways look. “I should’ve known you’d have the penthouse suite.” Her voice sounds tight. Is she nervous?
I give her hand a squeeze. “There are perks to being a prince. Doesn’t mean I always get what I want.”
She sends me an incredulous look. “What have you evernotgotten that you wanted?”
“You.”
Pink blooms on her cheeks, and she gets quiet for a moment. “Well, you can have me tonight.”
“I definitely will.” And after that, too, I add silently. I don’t kiss her, even though I’m dying to. My need is too great, and I don’t want elevator sex, or living-room-sofa sex. I want her in a big bed, where I can take my time with her.
The elevator doors open directly into my suite, which takes up the entire top floor. I scoop her up into my arms, and she squeals. “What are you doing?”
I cross through the living room. “Carrying you to my bed.”
Her green eyes are huge, her cheeks and neck pink. “You’re a secret romantic, aren’t you?”
“Actually, I’m extremely practical. Fastest way to get you to bed is to carry you. See? Here we are.” I set her down in the center of the king-size bed.
She throws her arms and legs to the sides. “Oh my God, it’s like a big fluffy cloud!”
“Goose down.” I unbutton my shirt as she watches.
She props up on her elbows. “Is this weird? The two of us getting naked after being friends for so long? I mean, we knew each other best as kids.”
I jerk my chin at her. “Take off your shirt, and I’ll let you know.”
She pulls off her V-neck shirt and tosses it to the side. Lust surges through me. She’s mouthwatering, her full breasts in a lacy pink bra. “Well?” she asks.
There’s still her black jeans and shoes, but this is such a good view I can’t wait.
I kiss her, covering her with my body. Her arms wrap around my neck, her legs spreading to cradle me close. Perfection. I kiss and caress as I strip her down, loving everything I see and feel and taste. She’s smooth, soft, and tastes like vanilla. I cannot get enough.
She shoves the covers away so she’s lying on the silk sheets and lets out a soft sigh. She appreciates the luxury of the bed, and I appreciate her being naked in it. I lower myself down her body, kissing as I go.
“Adrian,” she says, her fingers running through my hair, “it’s been so long for me. Now.” She tugs my hair. “I don’t want to wait.”
I’ve barely gotten started. I rise up over her, grab her hands, and pin them to the bed. I lower my voice to the deep growl that gives her goose bumps. “Turns out I’m in charge.”
She shivers, her eyes dilating. “Ilovethat growly voice.”
I smile. “I know. Now say my name when you come.”
“Oh, that doesn’t always…” She trails off because I’ve slipped a hand between us, stroking her.
Within minutes, she’s moaning. And then I do one better and slide down her body, putting my mouth to work where my fingers left off. Her hips arch, seeking more, and I give her what she needs, sliding my fingers inside her and stroking her on the inside. She cries out, bucking wildly, and then her entire body shudders as she comes into my mouth. Fucking amazing. I’m so turned on.
I lift my head. She collapses into the mattress, breathing hard, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
