My eyes had fluttered shut as I listened to his husky voice. I couldn’t tell him that I’d wanted him from the moment I’d seen him bang the redhead, way before he knew I even existed. I couldn’t tell him that every night I’d taken out my binoculars, pointed them at his window and watched him banging a new girl, and every night I’d wished the girl was me. And now my wish could finally come true, so why was I hesitating?
I didn’t get a chance to say anything because the driver pulled up in front of Adrian’s apartment building and stopped the car. Adrian paid him and we got out into the cool night air. I shivered. Adrian pulled me against him, giving me no choice but to tilt my head back to look into his face. He took my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing my knuckles. His smile warmed my insides and I couldn’t help but smile back. My skin tingled from his touch, his kiss, his expression. The way he looked at me made me feel special, like there could never be anyone but me. Never had someone kissed my hand, or devoured me with their gaze. What did it matter that Adrian had banged many women before me? The past could stay where it belonged: in the past.
Chris certainly had never made me wet my panties just from looking at me. He'd been too busy staring at and groping my chest, or trying to stick his tongue down my throat. I wanted Adrian. I shivered again. A breeze had picked up. Adrian moved even closer until my body was pressed against his firm chest.
“You are cold,” he said in a low voice. How long had he practiced to make it sound like that? It was smoother than the molten chocolate core of our dessert, and just as sweet. “Come up with me. You won’t regret it.” His palm stroked my back, sending sparks of lust through my body.
I raised my head to look into his eyes. In the darkness they looked almost black. The shadow of stubble dusted his jaw. I trailed my fingertips over it, relishing in the quiver of excitement the prickle gave me. His smile widened; he felt so wonderfully warm, and his arms around me made me feel so safe. It was difficult to think straight, to think at all with his scent surrounding me, all man and muskiness. A part of me knew that I should pull away, that I needed to keep my distance and be careful because Adrian was a heart-breaker. Amy would kick my ass if she found out that I’d fallen so quickly for Adrian’s charm. Her voice was the voice of reason in my head, but I ignored this part. I wasn’t a child who needed to be told what to do. I was an adult. I’d taken care of myself for almost three years. I could make my own decisions. And I wanted Adrian. I was sick of waiting for the perfect prince to sweep me off my feet and relieve me of my virginity. Hell, most of the girls from high school who’d gone to purity balls with their daddies had already lost their v-card, most of them years ago, and not all of them in the marriage bed.
“So what do you say? Do you want to leave me hanging like a randy virgin teenage boy?”
I let out a laugh. He was as far from being a virgin teenage boy as the moon was from Earth. Randy, well that was another matter.
I shook my head. “You’re impossible.” In that moment with his arms around me, and that look of almost boyish amusement on his face, I felt as if I knew him. Really knew him. I doubted he’d showed that side to any of the women before me. “How could I leave you hanging?” I said in what I hoped was a seductive whisper, standing on my tiptoes to brush his lips with mine. He deepened the kiss immediately, his hands coming up around my ribcage, his thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts. My nipples hardened and I had to bite back an embarrassing moan. Of course, he knew. A hint of smugness crossed his face as he pulled back and took my hand, leading me toward the door to his apartment building. There was a desk with a concierge in the lobby, but we were past it before the man could say more than ‘Good Evening.’
I felt like I was in a trance. We stepped into the elevator and this time there was no hesitation. I kissed him with so much force that we fell back against the elevator walls. Now that the effects of the wine had mostly dissipated, I needed to pluck up my courage through kissing. And fuck, did Adrian know how to kiss.
Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert, ultra aware of Adrian’s body pressed against mine. He grabbed my butt and squeezed, his fingers closer to my core than anyone had ever been. Waves of pleasure shot into my clit. I nipped at his lip, then licked it. The elevator doors glided open and we stumbled out. He led me toward his apartment and I was desperate to get closer to him again, to kiss him, to lose myself in him. Adrian opened the door to his apartment and I stepped in, suddenly feeling shy again. The courage I’d felt in the elevator had evaporated. I cast a quick glance around the huge hall that could have fit my entire apartment inside. Everything was clean, white or beige, and high-polished.