Page 23 of One Hundred Lights
“I have to.” With great regret, I push Adrian’s hand away. “I’ll be quick. Get out of here, Captain.” I wave my hand and the cat jumps off the counter and stalks away, his objective of interrupting us achieved.
Adrian’s breathing heavy and I turn my back to him, picking up a few of the big pieces of glass and tossing them in the trash. When I grab paper towels, Adrian presses up against me from behind, gently running his hands up my sides, rubbing his groin against my ass.
“Hurry, baby.” He buries his head in my neck and reaches around for one of my breasts, trapping me in a heated embrace against the counter. “You look so hot in those heels.”
“You’re not making this easy,” I pant, unable to stop myself from grinding back against him. The counter is clean enough, and I reach down and tug my underwear down so my bare ass is pressed up against his cock, still covered with tuxedo pants. His free hand slips back between my legs and he fingers me, pulling me tighter against him.
I move against him, desperate for more. But I want to be in control. Tonight, Iamin control. I spin around and step out of my underwear as I meet his eyes, which are hooded, pupils as big as his irises. I fumble with the button on his pants and push him back toward the kitchen table, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
“Sit,” I whisper, just as I get the button undone and manage to slip his pants over his hips, freeing his erection, leaving only a thin fabric between us. I run my hand in between the elastic of his boxers and his abdomen, savoring the rippling of his muscles at my touch before tugging them down. His cock springs up against my hand.
Adrian flips a chair around, collapsing into it and looking up at me. I climb on top of him, lowering my naked body onto his. He groans when I make contact with him, moving my hips, skin against skin. He breathes heavily against my neck.
“I want you inside me, A. Please tell me you have protection?” Because I do not. I’m a single mom who doesn’t date.
He leans back and looks into my eyes. “Fuck, Britt, I don’t.”
“I haven’t been with someone in years,” I say. “And I’m on the pill.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since . . .”
I cover his lips with mine, not wanting to hear the end of the sentence. “Then I want you inside me as you are.”
Adrian moans and thrusts his tongue in my mouth. My need builds up so intensely, I feel like I might pass out. Should we move to the bedroom? Nah. I can’t stop this. I can’t move myself off of him. I fumble between us until the tip of him pushes against my opening, then I wiggle forward until he’s inside me. So deep, so satisfying, I might die right here at my kitchen table.
“Hey. Are you good, baby?”
I open my eyes and Adrian’s examining me, my face, my eyes, like I’m the love of his life. I don’t know about that, but I’m thinking he is mine. I want to tell him I love him, that I’m more than good right now, that this is all I ever wanted.
Instead, I nod and kiss him. Adrian drives deep into me, pulsing in and out until I’m on the brink. He holds back until I come. Waves of pleasure drown me until I don’t know who I am, where I am, what I’m doing.
10
ADRIAN
Saturday, December 16
Iwake up in Britt’s bed, a smile forming on my face, until I roll over and see I’m all alone, the spot where she slept cool to the touch.
“Britt?” I sit up and swing my legs over the side, naked with a sheet covering my lap. Details from last night fill my head and I run my hand through my hair, grinning like an idiot. Where is that woman? I need her. Again.
Captain and Frappy are sitting in the doorway like marble statues, four cat eyes trained on me, only a subtle flick of Captain’s tail proving they’re real.
“Hello,” I whisper.
They don’t even blink.
A chair creaks down the hall and Britt appears in her bedroom door, hair wild from our night of incredibly hot sex, fleece pajama pants sitting low on her hips, a tank top outlining the curves of her breasts, the fabric thin enough to see her nipples. She’s fucking gorgeous. My groin stirs at the sight of her.
“Cats creeping you out again?” She sips from the steaming cup of coffee in her hand as the cats purr around her calves. Her voice is husky, not yet used today.
“They’re obsessed with us.” I nod at the mess of sheets next to me. “Hey, come back to bed?”
But she shakes her head, and that’s when I notice her furrowed brow and tight expression. It is so very unlike the expression she’d worn last night in the kitchen, or after that in the bedroom.
Uh oh. Is she freaking out? Did I misread the situation and she only needed one night to get me out of her system?
“I have a lot to do today.” She’s gripping her mug like it’s her thin tether to life itself. “I was gonna throw on some jeans and get myself together.”
