I moan again, this time with desperation as the kiss steals my thoughts and my self-control.
Adrian slips his hand beneath the waistband of my pants and slides it between my legs. His fingers brush over my panties, and my thoughts scream. The excitement, the fear, the overwhelming knowledge that I have never ever done anything like this in my entire life… it feels like I’m drowning and flying at the same time.
His fingers move my panties aside, and my heart races faster.
I can feel how soaked I am as he slides his fingers over my clit, playing small circles over the most sensitive part of me.
He growls against my mouth, and without any warning, he pushes his fingers into me.
I cry out in surprise.
I was prepared, but not at all ready.
The pleasure was so intense it embarrassed me.
Adrian quickly steps away from me.
“Did I hurt you?” he stammers.
My face is so red it’s burning. Not just my cheeks. Everywhere. My whole body is blushing.
“Athena!” he demands. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no um,” I swallow hard and press my legs tightly together.
He cocks his head to the side, studying me with knotted brows. “Have you ever…” he asks, his voice trailing off.
“No!” I blurt out. “I haven’t. Ok. There. I haven’t ever done anything like this!”
I’m so embarrassed I want to cry.
“Athena.” His voice softens, but his face is bright with surprise.
“Just… let it alone, ok.” I slip off the table, fidgeting with my hair, and I try to wiggle around him in the small space.
For a moment, it looks like he’s going to try to stop me, but he doesn’t.
I bolt away from the shooting range and run through the playroom until I reach the door. I shove it open and run upstairs to hide in my room and die from embarrassment, and hope like hell that I never have to speak to him again.
Except I know I do. Because I live with him. And I’m already horrified to think about the moment when I have to face him again.
Chapter 13 - Adrian
Sitting in the chair in my home office, I’m not even facing the computer. I’ve got the whole chair turned to face the window, and I’m watching Winter play its wild tune outside in the garden. The wind is whipping through the trees, and the ground is frosted and white.
I’ve been staring out of the window for over an hour. And with each passing moment, I am becoming more and more angry with myself.
It’s out of control.
This intense desire I have for Athena is nowcompletelyout of control.
I should never have kissed her. Before I kissed her, I never knew how she tasted, or how she felt beneath my touch. I never knew, and it was better that way. Even though it was still a challenge to keep my hands off her, it wasn’t as difficult asthisis now.
Because now I have been teased.
How the hell do I stop myself from thinking about her?
Fuck.
