Page 75 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
Adrian growls and picks me up, lowering my back to the sand. “I don’t want Isabelle. I don’t want anyone except you. I need you.”
“Why couldn’t you tell me that this morning?”
He kneels above me. “I wanted to, but I didn’t know what was happening between you and Darius. Our relationship is so fragile that I was afraid of scaring you off if I said anything about my feelings for you. I needed you to want me.”
“I want you so badly.”
I anticipate Adrian’s weight on top of me, but he pauses, hovering above me on his forearms. “I have to know about Darius. How many times have you slept with him since he arrived last night?”
“Not once.” I reach up to kiss him, desperate for us to be touching again, but he pulls back.
“You can be honest with me. I saw the bed. I know you slept in it last night with him. Then there was this afternoon in his bungalow.”
“Adrian, Darius is gay.”
“What?”
“We fell asleep on the floor after he painted my nails last night. I figured out this morning that you were trying to make me jealous with Isabelle, so I thought I’d get even and make the bed look like sex sheets.”
Adrian’s eyes grow wide as he comprehends everything I said. “Fuck, Verena! I’ve been out of my mind thinking about his hands on you. Do you have any idea how shit I felt when I saw that bed?”
I shrug, making no big deal of it so we can get back to kissing. “Probably the same way I felt when I saw you on the beach last night with Isabelle.”
“I went to Isabelle because I’d just had the most incredible sex with the most incredible girl, and I wanted to sever all ties with my ex.”
Yeah, I probably should have trusted that theory when it entered my mind this morning.
“What about today with Darius and you in the shower?” Adrian asks.
“It was all staged. I guess I’ve been playing dirty too.”
He growls and punches the sand. “And you had the nerve to callmefucked up and in need of help?”
“Can we just agree that we both need to be medically examined? We’re as bad as each other.”
“Were you going to tell me any of this if I didn’t ask?”
“I don’t know.”
From the anger on his face, I’m certain Adrian is about to leave me alone on the beach, but he does a complete one-eighty and laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
He leans down and kisses me, his mouth pressing me hard into the sand. “You’re cruel, you know that?”
My legs wrap around him, and I pull him close. “Am I finally going to get that hate sex?”
“I don’t hate you, Verena. Far from it,” he whispers against my lips, rocking his hips against mine. I let out an involuntary whimper at the heat that bursts through my groin, which only makes him grind harder. “You sound amazing.”
With drunk hands, he fumbles to hoist my sarong up around my hips, then unzips his jeans so we’re both rubbing up against each other in our underwear. Without the barrier of his thick jeans, I can feel every bit of his hard cock between my legs. I cling to him as he thrusts over me, the movements teasing my clit and sending ripples of pleasure all the way down to my toes. His breath grows fast as his rhythm accelerates, and I swear he’s right there with me, on the verge of exploding if we keep going. But I don’t want to come like this.
“Stop. I want to feel you inside me,” I murmur against his lips. “Take me back to our bungalow.”
“When you talk like that… You make it close to impossible for me to stop.” Adrian groans with another thrust, his movements too much for me to take.
My head tilts back. “I’m about to come.”
He does the cruelest thing of all and holds still. My hips lift off the ground, attempting to gain friction between my legs, but Adrian pins me to the ground.
