Adrian's Wrath(17)

Her experience in seducing a man was zilch, but she pictured in her mind what she wanted to do and it seemed easy enough. Moving so close to him that there wasn’t an inch separating their bodies, Brea gathered all her strength and slid her hand on his thigh. The muscles under her palm tensed as she slowly started to move her hand up, closer to where she wanted to go.

“Brea? What are you doing?” He sounded almost pained and she stopped, fearing she wasn’t doing it right.

“I’m sorry. I don’t really know what I’m doing.” She went to move her hand away but he put his on top to stop her retreat. The look in his eyes made her feel a little embarrassed. “I’m not a virgin or anything, I just—” God, it sounded horrible hearing it come out of her mouth. “I’m just not that experienced. I’m sorry.” She felt her face heat, but he didn’t let her slide back to the passenger seat.

“What you’re doing feels so good, Brea. So. Fucking. Good. Come here.” The command was low, but held so much promise and desire that she couldn’t not obey it. When she was pressed against his side again she kept her head low. Heat and desire were still strong inside of her. “Look at me.” Voice pitched low, his breath blew wisps of hair around her cheek. A shiver raced up her spine from that small, almost innocent act.

Finding the courage to look at him after she just divulged that little tidbit and after hearing his desire for her was harder than she thought, but when she was finally able to lift her eyes to his she was shocked by the raw lust reflected in his face.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You being honest about your experience just makes me want you more.” He leaned in and Brea had to force her eyes to stay open. Just having him be so close, being able to smell his intoxicating cologne had her on the verge of moaning. “There is nothing you can say or do that would make me want you any less.”

When his words sank in, dread settled in her. Oh, there was plenty she could tell him that would have him singing a completely different tune. She didn’t even want to imagine the look of disgust when and if he ever saw her scars.

“Look at me. I want you to see how much I want you.” Their eyes stayed locked and her breath caught at the intensity in his expression. “You’re beautiful, Brea. Inside and out.” He dipped his head to kiss her lightly. To her disappointment he didn’t deepen the kiss, but ended it far too soon. “Whatever happened to you does not shape who you are as a person. It might control you temporarily, but inside, under all that hurt and pain, is the real you just waiting to be awakened.”

The way he talked, so passionately, led Brea to believe that maybe he was referring to himself instead of her. She would like to believe what he said, but there was a part of her that knew she was ruined. She was broken by Cameron and even though she could be put back together, there would always be those fissures that showed the world she wasn’t whole. The idea that Adrian wanted her, despite his obvious comment that he knew she had a past, had her chest warming, but those types of thoughts were a fantasy. She would let herself enjoy her time with him and then when she needed to go she wouldn’t look back. It was safer that way for both of them.

Not thinking, just needing to feel him, Brea closed the distance that separated them and kissed him, hard and with as much passion as she felt for him. His grunt of surprise spurred her on. Her clit throbbed and her pussy ached to be filled. Sliding her hand back on his thigh, she moved quickly for fear that he would try and stop her again or she would lose her nerve. His thigh was thick and muscular, and when she reached the hard, thick length straining against the material an involuntary moan left her. As if that sound broke him, Adrian gripped her shoulders and pulled her impossibly close.

Her hand curled around the iron-hard ridge and a shudder went through his body. “I want you so fucking bad, Brea.” His hips jacked up in her grip and a thrill went through her. One of his hands slid off her shoulder and made a slow trek down her side and rested on top of her thigh. The heat from his touch went straight through the thin material. In the next instant he gripped her thigh and pulled her on top of him. She straddled his waist, their kiss never breaking. Both of his hands were now gripping her waist and he pressed her down on him at the same time that he lifted his hips.

“Ohhh.” She closed her eyes as her pussy, covered only in thin silk, pressed aggressively against his jean-clad cock. The need to feel more of him, all of him, was so strong she had to break the kiss and gasp for air.