Voyeur Extraordinaire(65)

After the shower, I wrapped one of the fluffy oversized towels around me and returned to the bedroom. Yesterday’s clothes lay over a plush armchair. I sighed. I’d have to wear them again, even if they smelled like the bar. Bruno yawned, stretched, then trotted over to me. I patted his head before a knock made me jump.

“Nora?” Adrian’s morning voice was deeper – and sexier.

I didn’t move.

“I know you’re awake.” There was amusement in his tone. “Can I come in?”

“No, I mean, wait.” Slowly, cautiously, I approached the door and curled my hands around the handle before taking a deep breath and opening it a gap, hiding my half-naked body behind the door. Adrian was already dressed – black pants, crisp white dress shirt and a grey tie. Of course, he would be dressed. It was Monday and he had to work. “What time is it? Am I making you late? I’ll just get dressed and then you can head out.”

He leaned against the doorframe. “That’s not why I’m here.” He pressed his palm against the door and gently pushed, but not with enough force that I couldn’t have stopped him. I stepped back, clutching the towel against my chest. I’d secured it tightly earlier but better safe than sorry. The moment I was no longer hidden by the door, Adrian’s eyes roamed over my body.

There was hunger on his face. “Remember your promise?”

My eyes darted toward the bed, then back to Adrian who didn’t try to come closer. “You’re already dressed for work.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“The answer is the same as yesterday. I won’t sleep with you.” Disappointment flashed across Adrian’s face, which was quickly replaced by a more controlled expression. “Not yet,” I added. Why had I said that? “After how things went last time, I don’t want to rush into things again.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you now.”

I lifted my eyebrows.

He chuckled. “Okay. I want to tear that towel off your body and take you right here on the spot, but--” He moved toward me. The smell of his spicy aftershave and roasted beans flooded my nose. “This is only about you. I want to give you a taste of what you’ll get if you agree to be my lover. Let me convince you.” He bent over me and licked my collarbone, catching a water droplet with his tongue. An ache was forming between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, suppressing a moan.

He drew back until our eyes met and I was caught in the heat of his gaze. Nobody had ever looked at me like that. I licked my lips. “Okay,” I breathed out. “But the towel stays on.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. “The towel stays on,” he agreed softly, then he ushered Bruno out of the room and closed the door. Oh God, what had I agreed to?

I backed up until my calves hit the bed and my toes curled in the soft carpet, then I waited for Adrian to close the gap between us. He brought his hand up and cupped my cheek, then captured my lips in a kiss. He wrapped an arm around my back and carefully lowered us onto the bed. The mattress dipped under our combined weight. He settled beside me, one arm under my neck. The fingers of his other hand brushed the edge of my towel where it touched my chest. My nipples hardened and pressed against the towel. Adrian took his time letting his eyes wander over my body until they settled on my breasts. Adrian ran a finger around them, then grazed my nipples with his knuckles, sending spikes of desire into my belly. I buried my face in his shoulder to stop a moan.

“No,” Adrian said in a rough tone. “Let me see your face.”

I settled back against the pillow, my skin hot as I met Adrian’s gaze. He trailed a finger over my nipples, back and forth, until I regretted having said that the towel should stay on. I wanted to feel him without a barrier between us. As if reading my thoughts, Adrian slipped a finger below the towel and brushed it across my left nipple. Every time his fingertip touched me, my toes curled with pleasure. He kissed my neck and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. His mouth was hot against my skin as he nibbled and kissed and sucked and licked. He removed his finger from under the towel, but before I could miss the contact, he pinched my nipple through the fabric. I gasped, wetness pooling between my legs. He twisted my nub between his fingers, slowly rolling it back and forth. The additional friction of the towel sent jolts of lust through my body until I wasn’t sure I could take any more.

“Your body is so fucking responsive,” he murmured against the skin of my collarbone.

I hummed and pressed my thighs together to alleviate some of the tension building up in my core. Adrian slid his hand over my ribcage, down my stomach and hip, then he pulled apart my legs. I made a sound of protest, which turned into a whimper when he trailed his fingers over my pussy. He folded back the hem of the towel, revealing my glistening folds. I was still mostly bare, except for a few soft new hairs.