Alpha Adrian part 30

EVA

Well, that just happened.

They were kissing.

Adrian turned his shoulders so his back was pressed against the couch. His computer slid to the side, and one of his hands found the small of her back. It didn’t ask for anything. It was a gentle, supportive touch there to protect her if she fainted like the idiot she was, and tell her that whatever she gave him was welcome.

She pulled her lips away and peeked down. Adrian’s jaw looked ready to pulverize from how hard he was gritting his teeth, but the hand at her back remained gentle, and his free hand was at his side. He didn’t want to push her into anything, and she found that self-control painfully sexy.

To hell with it.

She lowered her face again, this time diving for his bottom lip.

Adrian’s breath came hot and quick, but that was the strongest of his reactions. His hand remained lax as he slowly kissed her back. Her ass was right there— he could easily touch her, but the furthest he did was sweep his thumb back and forth across the small of her back.

Nervousness and want electrocuted her chest. She wanted to kiss him harder, faster, but didn’t know if she was doing anything wrong.

Adrian sure as hell did. He was a naturally good kisser, lips not too big or too small, ready to entertain all of her crevices — her mouth, her cunt.

He left her lips with a peck and landed on her neck. One, two, three kisses later, Eva decided that was a weak point. Every hot press made her burn hotter between her legs.

An estranged sigh that sounded like a premature moan cleared the fog and made her realize she was gently rocking against his thigh. The rough material of his pants was flirting with her center.

Adrian remained stiff. His kisses slowed, and his thumb had stopped caressing her.

“Sorry,” Eva panted.

“Your heart is racing. Do you want me to stop?”

His voice was so thick that she nearly couldn’t make out the words.

“No,” she answered.

He gave what she asked for— sweet, delicious bites of him. He led the kiss, switching between her top and bottom lip as he liked, surprising her with occasional tastes of his tongue.

A ding came from beside him, and then another when his computer received multiple notifications. The third was muffled when Adrian slammed the thing shut without a second glance.

They remained lip-locked for another minute, the heat at her core now unbearable.

“Wait,” Adrian kissed her cheek. “Wait here.”

Confusion became insecurity when he removed himself from her side and left the living room. She waited for a minute, at a loss for what to do. Did she do something wrong? Oh fuck, was he brushing his teeth to erase the taste of her?

Humiliated, she glanced at the door. She might as well get the fuck out of there to escape the horrifying situation.

Adrian turned the corner and sank beside her. He smelled like rubbing alcohol. If she bit him hard enough to cut him, she would definitely run out of there after profusely apologizing and then jump into oncoming traffic.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Hurt?” he chuckled and reached out to caress her arm. “No. I had to dull my nose. You smell too good, and I don’t act well around you when your scent distracts me.”

That’s when she noticed that the tip of his nose was glistering. He used rubbing alcohol to erase her scent.

My musky, thick, wet scent.

“I’m sorry,” she lowered her head.

Was it normal to get so wet after making out? Then again, Adrian isn’t a normal man.

“Don’t apologize,” he replied. His eyes remained on her lips. He still wanted her.

She closed their gap and arched her back to give them what they both wanted. She felt dainty, but powerful against him. He could crush her with his embrace, but he seemed too addicted to so much as scratch her.

Her body was a weapon. Adrian was crumbling at her feet.

It was a strange realization for a woman that had a humble job, two family members and a dog. She had always been small in every regard.

When she came in for a breath, she finally closed the remaining space between them and laid on his chest with her face pressed against his neck.

He smelled like alcohol and felt warm. Although her heart was working overtime, she knew there was no safer place on Earth.

She closed her eyes, relishing the warmth of his enormous hands on her back.

“Is your nose okay?”

“Just irritated because my lips robbed you.”

She laughed. “That’s lame.”

“Thank you for the gift.” He kissed her hair. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that.”

He remained quiet, so she closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart. She didn’t realize she fell asleep until Adrian shifted her up.

“Relax,” he warned when she tensed. “I will sleep on the couch.”

In his dark bedroom, he set her on the cold bed and turned to leave.

She clutched onto his hand. “Wait. Stay.”

He cleared his throat, hesitating.

Remembering that he probably had work and couldn’t deal with her ridiculous school girl crush, she released him. “Sorry. I forgot you were busy.”

“It’s not about being busy, it’s about being sane. You’re not good for my blood pressure.” The bed dipped when he sat beside her. “But I how can I say no to my girl?”

His girl? How does a woman reply to that?

“Thanks?”

Very smooth of you.

She laid back and intertwined her fingers over her belly. Sleep had been spooked out of her.

Adrian laid a foot from her, his heat radiating in waves. The faint scent of alcohol reminded her of the mess in her underwear.

Slipping off the bed, she searched for the bathroom.

“It’s on your left,” Adrian said.

She slipped inside and pulled her pants down. Seeing no other option, she got rid of her underwear and shoved them in the trash. After scrubbing the evidence of her arousal away in the shower, she dried herself with a new towel and pulled her pants back up.

On her way out, she stubbed her toe against the door, but she swallowed back her groan to avoid alerting an over-dramatic Adrian.

She returned to her side of her bed, and didn’t sleep a single wink as she laid beside him.

a/n: I'm going to wrap this story up soon!