Page 168 of Facing Off
“You can be.” My hand smoothes a strand of her hair. “We don’t have to do anything else, darling. This goes as far as you want it to.”
It doesn’t matter that every muscle in my body is pulled tight with the urge to bury myself inside her. That I want her so much that it hurts.
“Says the man who promised me a night full of fucking,” she says grumpily, trying to be so stubborn and stay awake even though she’s yawning. “Give me a minute.”
“You have all my minutes, love.”
Sonya touches the spot beside her.
I’m already climbing in and gathering her close.
“Maybe five minutes,” she corrects reluctantly.
I arrange her head so it rests against my shoulder. “Take ten. Or more. Whatever you need, baby.”
She takes twenty. I’ve been tracing circles along her back, aroused out of my mind while her breath warms my neck one moment, and in the next, she’s suddenly straddling me.
My heart pounds viciously as she looks down at me with her beautiful, dark eyes.
I smirk. “So you finally want my dick?”
She rolls her eyes, her mouth twitching. “You’re already so arrogant, I won’t answer that and be the reason you’re out-of-control cocky.”
I bring my hand to her center. “You should’ve thought of that before you started soaking through my shirt, darling.”
She’s drenched, leaning forward on my chest and rubbing against my fingers. “No, you’re delusional,” grumbles Sonya, gasping when I find her clit. “I’m barely wet.”
I can’t help but laugh. Delight floods my chest as I lift an eyebrow. “Yourbarelywet pussy sure is making a lot of noise.”
“Don’t smile like that,” moans Sonya. “Or?—”
“Or?”
“I don’t know. I can’t think?—”
“Good.” I flip her over and climb down her legs. But she blocks my mouth from going down. I pout behind her caging fingers.
“Your clothes,” Sonya says, biting her lip and frowning with need. “You need to take them off.”
“Okay.”
Her eyes narrow. “Did you just lick my hand?”
I smirk and lick it again. “Yes.”
Before she can swat me, I’m laughing and moving backwards until I hit the side of the bed. I yank off my shirt. My belt is next, then I stand and pull down my pants before going back to Sonya.
“This, too.” She tugs at the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“You’re right, baby,” I say proudly. “I don’t need these.” I yank them off. “They’re barely holding me in.”
Sonya chokes on a laugh.
I grin, because fucking hell, I love making her lose her control. I collect those moments, savoring it when she lets down her guard and is charmed by my ridiculousness.
Sonya regains control of her features, and her fingernails lightly scrape down my thighs, making me shiver. “So sure of yourself, Adrian.”
There are so many things I can say to that. They’ll make her roll her eyes harder and that mouth pretend that it’s not dying to break out into a smile. But there’s another, more truthful and vulnerable emotion working through me. It swells inside me. “Darling? When it comes to you, everything kind of goes out the window. It’s never been like this before with anyone else. Only you.”
