I gasp, my pulse spiking, but then I see him.
Adrian.
His blue eyes meet mine, filled with hunger.His short dark hair is a little messy, like he’s just run his hand through it, and there’s a tiny bit of stubble along his upper lip and chin, giving him a rough edge.He stands casually, like he’s been waiting for me.
I don’t bother asking how he found me.He knew I was here.
Before I can say anything, he tugs me into the alley.The space is narrow, dimly lit; the brick wall cool against my back as his body covers mine, hiding me from anyone who might pass by.
“I couldn’t wait another minute to see you,” he rasps.
My heart hammers.“Thank God,” I breathe, before his lips crash into mine.
I inhale him, his scent deep with velvety cocoa.It’s intoxicating as his hands press against my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body.
God, I want him.
Right here.Right now.
I’ve never done this, never had sex in a public place, but the way he’s kissing me… the way my body melts into his, the way he grips my hips like he’s seconds from losing control… I’d do anything.
“Do you have your car here?”I ask.
“Yeah.”His lips brush against my jaw.
“Why?”
“I want you.”
Adrian pulls back just slightly, his blue eyes flickering with something dangerous.His hand cups my face, his thumb dragging over my lower lip.
“You make it hard to say no when you say things like that.”
I arch into him, a silent beg.“Then don’t.”
His hands tighten on me before forcing himself to step back.
“We shouldn’t,” he says, but his voice is strained, like he’s fighting himself.His reaction to my text, the way he said he’s not interested in anyone else, has given me a boldness I didn’t have before.
“But you want to, don’t you?”I challenge.
He searches my face.“Do you have somewhere to be?”
“Nope.”
He brushes a finger through my hair.“By the way, I like your hair.”
I grin, my pulse erratic as he twirls it with his finger.“Thanks.”
“I’ll try not to ruin it.”
At this point, I don’t care what he does to my hair as long as he’s on me, in me, everywhere.
His hand finds mine again, and our fingers tangle together.
“Where’s your car?”he asks, his voice husky.
“In the hairdresser’s lot.”
