Adrian's Wrath(18)
“I want so much more of you.” Adrian started kissing her neck and Brea tilted her head to the side, relishing in the feel of his lips and tongue sliding along the uber-sensitive spot right below her ear. His deep chuckle sent vibrations straight to her clit. “Like that, don’t you, baby?” He ran his tongue over the spot in question and she shivered again. “I want inside of you so bad, baby.”
A gasp left her at his blunt statement. A warm wave washed through her and she found herself grinding herself on him wantonly. Brain fuzzy from desire, Brea was vaguely aware of Adrian’s palms sliding over her ass and cupping the mounds. The pleasure was incredible, but like everything else in her life, she felt her past taking over a happy moment. Her breath started sawing in and out of her and everything around her grew dim as a panic attack threatened to take hold.
Chapter Eight
She felt so good on top of him. So. Fucking. Good. Her body was petite but curvy in all the right spots. Her skin tasted so good. Like vanilla and peaches. God, he loved that combination. The way her body shivered slightly as he licked the spot right below her ear had him so fucking hard he thought for sure he would bust right through the damn zipper. When he cupped her perfectly apple-shaped ass he would have growled in approval but the way she tensed and the way her breathing changed had him instantly stopping and pulling back.
“Baby?” Brea had this faraway look in her eyes and he knew if he didn’t bring her back now she would slip deeper into whatever memory was dragging her down. “Brea, look at me. Look. At. Me.” She seemed to snap out of it and dropped her head to the crook of his neck. When her body started to shake in great wracking sobs Adrian wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him. She was crying, and it tore him up inside. He didn’t ask her what was wrong. He just let her cry it out. He wanted her to open up, but he wasn’t about to push her. He knew better than anyone that if someone tried and pushed him into opening up before he was ready it just caused that door to slam shut harder.
They sat there for a long while before her sobs stopped and she pulled away. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy, and tears continued to flow down her cheeks. He didn’t deny himself from lifting his hands and brushing her tears away with his thumbs. He brought one damp digit to his mouth and kissed, all the while holding her gaze. “I’m here if you want to talk.” She looked out the driver-side window and swallowed. That image broke his fucking heart. When she finally looked back at him she didn’t say anything, just nodded.
“I know. Thank you.” She made a move to get off his lap but he didn’t want her to leave just yet. Even if all he did was hold her, that would be enough.
“I just want to hold you, Brea. Just let me hold you, baby.” Pulling her close he held her tighter while she rested her head back in the crook of his neck. They stayed like that and she became so still that Adrian wondered if she had fallen asleep.
“Can we take a walk on the beach?” Voice soft and muffled, Brea whispered against his neck. He liked having her pressed against him, liked being the shoulder she used to cry on. The thing he didn’t like, that pissed him the fuck off was the fact someone had instilled this type of reaction in her.
“Of course.” He opened his door and helped her out. They headed toward the beach and Adrian reached out and took hold of her hand, twining her fingers with his. It was the middle of the week so the beach was all but deserted at this time of day. The sun was setting over the horizon, and there was a hint of pink that touched the farthest recesses of the ocean. They held hands but Brea took the lead. She walked until they were standing at the shoreline, the water rushing toward their feet. Brea laughed and ran before the water got her. The sound of her laughter made his chest ache. It sounded so damn good to hear her sound happy.
Their hands disconnected as she bent down and took off her shoes. The wind kicked up and blew her hair around her shoulders. The scent of vanilla and peaches filled his senses.
“You better take your shoes off or you’ll get those shiny new kicks wet.”
“Kicks?” Adrian’s voice was filled with amusement. She glanced up at him, a smile on her face. He kicked his head back and laughed. It was a true and honest one, and it felt damn good. It had been too long since he had laughed. “I’d never, in a million years, think you would refer to my shoes as ‘kicks.’” Her little shrug was cute as hell. She moved closer to the water and stood there until the water came rushing toward her again. Just before it swallowed her toes she jumped back, laughing loudly.