Reckless Abandon (November Blue, #2)(28)

shift myself onto the marbled surface. Once anchored, I kick off my heels and wrap my legs around his waist.

“You have condoms right?” I breathe onto his collarbone as I explore the peaks and valleys of his muscles with my lips.

As my tongue dances behind his ear, his breath takes any response away. He reaches into his pocket and produces the black foil

between his index and middle fingers. My shaking legs can wait no longer. I open his belt and shove my hand down his pants,

hungrily grabbing the last physical memory I have of him. He lets his pants fall to his ankles and tugs at the skirt of my dress. I

lean forward, allowing the dress to settle on my hips and I drop my legs while I tear the wrapper open.

“I’ll do it.” He takes the condom from me and his eyes bore through mine as he rolls it on. We remain at-the-ready as our hungry

bodies play catch-up.

“Adrian ...” I resume my leg-lock around his waist as he pulls back to look at me. “No, don’t f*cking stop.”

I dig my fingertips into his shoulders and beg him forward. His lips meet mine at the same time he slams into me. I wince for a

split second, before reminding my body to relax around him. He guides my hips to the edge of the island and picks up speed.

Releasing my grip on his shoulders, I wrap my fingers around the edge of the island, tilting my chin to the sky while arching my

back.

“Oh my god ...” Adrian groans.

My sentiments exactly. In our time apart we’ve clearly graduated from Little League and are starting for the pros.

His cadence is strong. He brushes my hair aside, exposing my neck. I rock my hips harder into him while he sucks on my collarbone,

forcing his teeth to graze my skin. He pushes deeper and harder into me until my moans echo off the picture windows and sweat is

pouring off of me. Adrian’s breathing increases and a shaky moan accompanies a final pull of my hips.

Suddenly I’m in the air. Adrian kicks off his shoes and pants before walking me to the couch, still inside me. He sits, and I

press my knees into the soft leather while gripping the back of his head. I push off my knees and stroke my body up and down his

rock hard center.

“God, this is good. Faster, Blue,” he commands, guiding my hips to the right speed. I concede and give him all I’ve got. I

anchor my hands on the back of the couch and let him have it. I ride him with five years of angst, questions, and one hell of a

breakup before he buries his face into my breasts and finishes inside me. I lean back and tighten my muscles around him.

“Holy shit, Ember.” His voice sounds like he’s speaking through a fan. I did that to him.



*



“Do you want a glass of wine?” Adrian kisses my temple. We’ve been lying naked on his couch for over an hour, watching Boston

below.

“I do. And a shower, but I left my clothes in my car.”

“They should be in my room by now, I asked the front desk to bring them up.”

I shake my head. “This is unreal.”

“What?” He laughs as I smack his shoulder and stroll to the master bedroom to shower.

A few minutes later, an oversized terrycloth robe hugs my clean skin while I walk back down the hall to the kitchen. Adrian is

waiting with wine—in his boxers.

“Feel better?” He hands me my glass, and I walk over to the window.

“Much. This week was f*cking weird.”

“I bet. Anything you want to talk about?” Adrian doesn’t want to say his name.

“No.” Neither do I. “What’s it like, living here?”

Adrian leans his back against the window and faces me. “It’s nice. Private.”

I find it funny how a monstrosity of elegance can be classified as “private,” but I choose not to call him on it.

“Tonight was fun, Adrian—and I don’t just mean the last hour, either.” I grin and he walks toward me.

When his lips take a break from mine, he responds. “I had fun too, Blue. I feel like I’ve waited forever to have you here.”

“Why didn’t you ever call?”

“You deleted your Facebook account, your interest—or disinterest—in me was clear. You didn’t want to be found. At least not by

me.”

I force a guilty swallow. “I just didn’t want to see you and all of your ‘girlfriends.’” I include air quotes to denote their

loose appearance.

“Ha. Ha. November, I’ve had one serious girlfriend since you. And, no, that doesn’t mean I’ve had a revolving door installed in

my bedroom.” He’s onto my suspicions. “Law school was a bitch; totally time-consuming. I wanted to be successful when I

graduated, so goofing around was out of the question.

“Oh, all work and no play?” I turn back to the kitchen and pour myself another glass of wine.

“Whatever, like you’ve been locked away in an ivory tower somewhere?”

“Whatever to you. I’m clean, I’ve been checked.” I quip, not wanting to divulge my entire sexual history.

“Me too.”

“Good.” I grin and cock my eyebrow.

“Good.”