Page 84 of Heart of a Rebel

Adrian’s hand on my thigh toys with the hem of my short summer dress, but he doesn’t move for more, even if I feel his dick harden as my ass moves over him.

Breaking the kiss, he tips his forehead to lean it against mine. His eyes are closed, but I can’t help tracing every inch of his face and memorizing it all over again. Like I haven’t seen it hovering over me in bed, or watching me from afar, or casting stolen glances in a crowded room. I trace him like I need to burn how he looks into my mind, so I never forget it.

“You’re worried,” I whisper, noticing the furrow between his eyebrows.

I pull back to run my finger over his forehead, between his eyebrows, smoothing it out as he pins me with a stare.

“Not worried, no.” He shakes his head ever so slightly. “Thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

His gaze dips to my mouth and he kisses me where my lips curve into a smile like he wants a piece of it for himself.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I frown. “I thought you said you wouldn’t ever be the one to end it.”

“I wouldn’t.” He shakes his head. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not possible. People around me have a habit of disappearing.”

I run my hands over the back of his neck and realize Adrian’s showing me a vulnerability I didn’t know he had. He’s not one to seem weak in any situation. He’s strong, unmovable, unwavering. But in my arms, there’s something breakable inside him.

“I’m not Sam.” I tighten my grip. “Or your father.”

He opens his mouth, but I plant my finger over it, silencing him.

“I don’t know what the future holds, none of us do. But I know that none of it matters—a day, a year, a decade, a lifetime—as long as I get to spend as much of it as I can with you, I’ll be happy.”

Adrian exhales and I draw the line of his lower lip, slowly, tracing all the way up his cheek and around the back of his head to meet my other hand.

He tips his forehead once more to meet mine, but this time, instead of closing his eyes, he looks directly at me. “I love you.”

I’m not sure if the gasp came from my mouth or my heart, only that he kisses me before the sound is even halfway out, refusing me the right to respond in words, and draining it from my body instead.

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Adrian

Eloiseskimsherhandsdown my sides and there’s pure mischief in her eyes.

“What are you up to?” I eye her suspiciously.

“Oh, nothing.” But her hands move inward once they reach my thighs and make a path straight to my dick.

Grabbing her arms, I force her to step back on a groan. “El, you’ve got a show in twenty minutes.”

“Exactly.” She closes the gap of space again and presses her perfect tits against my chest, knowing they’re my weakness. “Twenty minutes is plenty of time if we make it quick.”

Her hand cups my hardening cock through my pants.

“Fuck.” I tip my head back, trying really hard to stay strong and think clearly.

She grips harder, stroking down, and I feel myself wavering. My head tips to the flimsy door on this makeshift green room, and sure enough, I did lock it. I probably checked three times to be sure, I’ve been so on edge. Making sure no one can get to her.

No one but me.

Lifting onto her toes, she brings her mouth to my neck and peppers it with kisses. “Come on, Adrian. Take what’s yours.”

God this woman has the art of psychological warfare down because she knows exactly what will break through my defenses.

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