Reckless Abandon (November Blue, #2)(35)

stay mad for long. Who’d be able to with a gorgeous ring like that on their hand?

“He’s great. I think he likes Rae. He gave her his number.”

“I’ll allow it, especially considering you seem to be tied up at the moment.” She arches her eyebrow, letting me know this won’

t be the only in-depth discussion we’ll be having about Adrian.





Chapter Fourteen


“Hey Blue.” Adrian is waiting for me at my apartment when I get home from rehearsal at Finnegan’s. Rehearsal went great, but my

Tuesday just got a hell of a lot better.

“Hi.” I waste no more words. I wrap my arms around his neck and rise to meet his mouth. My lips are hot in an instant and my hips

involuntarily press him back against my door. Adrian’s sex appeal is an addiction, and I’m a happy junkie.

“It’s good to see you, too.” He grins against my lips as I reach past him to open the door.

When we get inside, I kick off my shoes and flick on the lights. I toss my bag to the floor and turn around. “So, what do you want

for dinner? I can cook or we can go out.”

A wicked grin takes over his face. Without response, he lifts me off my feet and spins me around; our mouths become the epicenter

of desire. As I stroke my tongue through his mouth, I’m barely cognizant of the fact that he’s walking toward my bedroom. Panic

blazes through me, as memories of the last man in my bedroom flicker across the vision of my closed eyes. I pull away briefly to

study Adrian’s face, and all anxiety subsides. This is the face of pure desire—uninhibited need.

“Five years and now I can’t go three days without seeing you. Take your clothes off.” Adrian’s voice turns to a low growl as he

nudges me onto my bed.

My eyes widen to distract from my shocked grin as I surrender to his command. Who wouldn’t? Look at him. Adrian’s grey pants

crumple at his feet as I toss my jeans and panties to the floor. I lean back onto my elbows and inch my way to the top of the bed

as a naked and needy Adrian crawls after me.

“Your bra’s still on.” His hands shake as they work their way up my legs ahead of the rest of him.

“I thought you might want a challenge.” In a second, his hand is around my back and my bra is unclasped. “Right,” I tease, “I

should have known.” My smile disappears as all moisture leaves my mouth and travels south.

“What?” Adrian hums as he brushes my hair aside and has his way with my neck.

“Condoms are over there.” I point to my bedside stand.

“Still against the pill, huh?” He chuckles.

“Some things don’t change, you know.”

“I know,” he pulls a condom out of the drawer and rolls it on, “like how f*cking hot you make me when you arch your eyebrow. It

’s like you’re begging me to test you.”

“Test me?” This is a rather ridiculous position to be having this conversation in.

“Yeah,” he breathes onto my hard nipples before slowly circling his tongue around each one, “it’s like you’re waiting to see

if I’ll screw it up again, or what my angle is.”

I bite my lip and shift underneath him. “Maybe ...” I admit, pushing on his shoulders while he kisses down my stomach.

“My angle is you, Blue. I just want you. My God, you’re gorgeous.”

It’s hard for me to form a rebuttal while his tongue strokes me into oblivion.

“Adrian ...” My knees shake as my thighs tighten around his head.

Turning his head to the side, he kisses my thigh, releasing its vice around him. His eyes lock with mine. Rocking back slightly, he

grabs my foot, and gently glides it up onto his shoulder as he leans over me.

“Go slow,” I whisper as I anticipate the intensity of what’s about to happen.

Thankfully, he indulges my request and leaves my leg resting on his shoulder while he places his hands on either side of my

shoulders.

“Damn, I love how much you want me.” He moans as he easily slides inside me.

He pulls out slowly and reenters just as gently, before picking up speed. Gripping my sheets and arching my back in response, I

anchor myself on the one foot still on the bed. My neighbors slip into the periphery of my discretion as I groan each time he

drives into me, louder and faster. I release my sheets and press my hands into my headboard behind me.

“I’m so close, Adrian...don’t stop ...” Ragged breaths stutter my plea.

“Oh my God, November, you’re so f*cking hot.”

His admiration is my undoing and my legs go limp as I wail his name into the ocean breeze blowing through my room. Adrian collapses

on top of me in a sweaty thud a few seconds later, and my leg rolls drunkenly off his shoulder.

“November,” he pants with his chin on my chest, eyes locked on mine, “that was the best f*cking sex I’ve ever had.”

Before I can answer, my phone rings. I grab Adrian’s watch and laugh at the fact we’ve only been in my apartment for a half hour,

though it’s felt like a day.

“By the way, I love that you wear a watch,” I tease as I answer the phone.