I leaned forward, my lips parted. Adrian slid the fork into my mouth and I closed my lips around it. He slowly pulled it out of my mouth as the warm chocolate melted on my tongue. I swallowed, then moaned. “This is delicious.” I shook my head. “You’re spoiling me.”
“I haven’t even start yet,” Adrian murmured in a seductive voice.
Chapter Twelve
Slowly piece by tiny piece Adrian and I shared the cake, never breaking eye contact. Maybe it was the wine that gave me the confidence to hold his gaze. As the last piece of cake disappeared in my mouth, my entire body was tingling. Adrian’s gaze was almost like foreplay. I could feel it fluttering over my skin like butterfly wings. Not taking his eyes off me, he waved the waiter over to ask for the check. I barely listened to Giovanne’s and Adrian’s conversation as he paid, only smiled and nodded occasionally.
“I hope to welcome you to our restaurant again soon,” Giovanne said at last. I peered at Adrian, whose face wasn’t giving anything away. He definitely wasn’t going to say anything. Because he knew he wouldn’t go out with me again?
I pushed the thought aside. After all, Giovanne had asked me and not Adrian. “Thanks,” I said simply. Adrian held out his hand for me. I rose from my chair and for a moment I wasn’t sure if my legs would carry me. I’d definitely had too much wine. I hoped the espresso I’d had with the cake would kick in soon. My skin felt hot and my brain was clouded. Adrian had drunk just as much as me, but he looked fine, or maybe he was better at hiding how drunk he was.
He led me out of the restaurant, one hand resting on my hip possessively. I leaned against him as we walked, relishing in the feeling of his strong body against my arm. And I was glad for his arm around me because I wasn’t sure if I could walk in a straight line otherwise. Maybe I should have had more than one Espresso. His car was already parked at the curb. A trickle of unease filled me. Would he actually drive after having shared two bottles of wine with me?
“I need a cab,” he said to the man holding out his keys. “Tell Giovanne, I’ll have someone pick up my car early in the morning.”
A few minutes later, a black limousine pulled up and we got into the back. I pressed myself against Adrian and his arm around me tightened. My eyes traveled over his handsome face as he told the driver where to take us. I still hardly knew anything about him, except that he’d traveled through Italy, that he was a lawyer and that he’d had sex with a lot of women. Somehow I was disappointed that I'd learned almost nothing about Adrian. I’d wanted to look behind his mask but except for the brief glimpses as he talked about the Tuscany, he’d kept his guard up. I don't think he'd showed me who he truly was. Maybe the restaurant hadn't been the right place for that.
I could feel the espresso kicking in, banishing the fogginess from my mind. Adrian smiled down at me, his lips so close that his breath fanned over me. Without thinking I tilted my face up and kissed him. His lips felt cool against my heated skin. He tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me close. Electricity shot through my entire body at the feel of his fingertips against my scalp. If it felt already this good when he touched my head, how would it feel when he really got down to business. His tongue darted into my mouth, insistent and demanding. My eyes fluttered closed as our kiss became even more heated. A moan escaped from deep in my throat and Adrian let out a growl in response. There wasn’t a sexier sound in the world.
The driver cleared his throat and I quickly pulled back, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I swallowed a laugh and pressed my forehead against Adrian’s shoulder. He chuckled, his fingers stroking my arm. It was incredibly distracting and made me want to kiss him again. What did it matter if the driver was watching? It wasn’t as if Adrian cared. If he didn’t mind me watching him having sex, then he certainly wouldn’t mind if someone watched us kiss.
He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear, his voice low and raspy. “I can’t wait to be alone with you. I want to taste every inch of you.”
I sucked in a breath. Heat pooled between my legs. I forced my voice to be steady. “What makes you think I’ll let you do that?” I hoped my expression was sexy and challenging at the same time, but I wasn’t sure if I was succeeding.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you watching me with your binoculars and then when you gave me that shocked innocent look after you realized I’d caught you, it was all I could do not to come right then. I want you, Nora. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”