Page 48 of That Moment
Almost.
I shift my hips beneath her, just enough to make her moan. “Careful, sweetheart,” I murmur against her neck. “You’re about ten seconds from finding out what happens when I decide it’s my turn again.”
Her breath is hot against my mouth as she moves. Slow, steady movements that turn my brain to mush. She’s got my wrists pinned above my head, nails biting into my skin every time her hips roll down. Each drag of her body against mine makes my control slip another inch.
She leans in close, lips brushing mine. “You feel that?” she whispers. “How hard are you right now?”
“Hard to miss,” I grit out.
She smiles, smug and breathless, grinding again, long and slow. “Guess I still know how to get under your skin.”
“Adrienne,” I manage, voice rough, “you’ve been under my skin since day one.”
Her laugh is soft, taunting. “You like me like this, though, don’t you? Making you lose control?”
My patience fractures. “You think this is me losing control?” I shove up just enough that she gasps, my arms still trapped, but my body flexed beneath hers. “You’ve got no idea.”
She presses down again, and the sound that leaves my chest is half a growl. My hips jerk up, answering hers.
“Ohh,” she moans softly, “that felt so good, baby.”
“Fuck, Adrienne…” I drag in a shaky breath, eyes locked on the way her body moves above me. The wordbabydoes something visceral to me. “You’ve always been a tease with me. Always knowing just how far to push it before you walk away.”
Her lips part, a soft sound slipping out when I flex my hips again. “And you love it.”
“Damn right I do,” I rasp, “but you know what I love more? Watching that confidence melt when I finally get my hands on you.”
Her eyes flicker, that defiant spark mixing with want. “You think you can handle me?”
“Handle you? Darlin, I’m going to ruin you.”
Her breath catches, but I don’t stop. The words start pouring out, every thought I’ve buried for months.
“You walk into my garage wearing that tight little dress, these fucking heels, and I’m supposed to just nod and say ‘morning’? You bend over the counter, I can see every inch of that ass, and I’ve got to pretend I’m focused on invoices.”
I shake my head, grinding up against her just enough to make her gasp again. “You did that to me on purpose. Hell, you’vealwaysdone it. You show up to the ranch in those tiny cutoff shorts, pretending you’re there to help your dad. You lean over my shoulder while I’m fixing your damn car, smelling like sin, acting like you don’t notice me fighting not to look down your shirt.”
Her lips part on a shaky breath, but I keep going. “You know how many nights I’ve gone home from family dinners half out of my mind because you sat across the table smiling at me like you knew exactly what I was thinking? You’d cross your legs slowly, lick that bottom lip, and keep talking about business like you weren’t killing me.”
She shifts on my lap, and I tighten my grip on her hips, keeping her still. “And the worst part?” I rasp. “You’d bring some guy around once in a while, some shiny suit or ballplayer, someone who thought he could handle you. I’d watch you parade around town on their arm, laughing, trying so damn hard to convince yourself one of them could give you what you need.”
I lean in close, my mouth at her ear. “But they couldn’t. None of them ever could. You think I didn’t see it? The way you’d come back from those dates with that restless look in your eyes? Like you were wound too tight, like every touch they gave you just made you hungrier.”
I drag my mouth down her neck, biting just enough to make her gasp. “You want to know why, sweetheart?” I whisper against her skin. “Because they don’t know how to fuck you like I do. They don’t know how to make you feel safe and ruined all at once. They never could.”
Her breath stutters against my jaw. I can feel her heartbeat racing, her hips trembling where they’re still pressed to mine. For the first time tonight, she doesn’t have a comeback ready.
Her fingers twitch on my wrists like she’s not sure whether to hold me there or let go. Her lips part, but nothing comes out—just a soft, broken exhale that sounds a hell of a lot like surrender.
I smirk, voice dropping low. “What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me to notice all those little games you’ve been playing?”
She shakes her head, but her body betrays her, pressing closer, chasing the friction.
“Yeah,” I rasp, my eyes locked on hers, “you did. Youwantedme to notice. You’ve been trying to make me lose it for years.”
I flex my hips beneath her until her breath catches again. “Well, congratulations. You win.” I lean up, my mouth brushing her ear, my voice pure gravel. “But you’re about to find out exactly what that earns you.”
Her grip on my wrists falters when I flex my arms, testing her hold. “You want to tease me?” I growl, voice low, steady, deliberate. “Then you’re going to take everything you’ve been begging for without saying it.”
