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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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.
“What’s up, Mon?” I yawn.
“Josh and the guys want to know if you can come back down here. They haven’t left yet and got some idea for a song.” She sounds bored.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few.” I click “End” and stretch out across my mattress.
“Where you going?” Adrian asks.
“The guys want me to go back down to Finnegan’s to try something out for our set this weekend. This is our last time to practice till then. Wanna come?” I slide back into my clothes and pull my sex-hair into an overly messy bun.
“Sure. I love when you do that to your hair. What’s that?” Adrian kisses me once before getting dressed, nodding to the composition notebook I’ve picked up.
“My music comp notebook for lyrics, notes, whatever.” I shrug.
“Isn’t that the one Cavanaugh gave you?”
“Yeah, it’s my only one. Wait, does that bother you?” I watch a crease form between his eyebrows.
“No, but I figured it would bother you.” I don’t think I believe him as I watch his eyes search for anything else to focus on.
“I haven’t had a chance to get to a good music store. I’ll get one Saturday morning in Boston before I head back here.” I throw the notebook in my messenger bag and head for the door, ignoring the screams from my heart to hold on. Hold on? To what?
We can’t escape Monica’s almost-glare as we walk into Finnegan’s five minutes later.
“What’s up, guys? Where’s C.J.?” I ask as I head directly for the stage.
“We just wanted to try this fiddled-up version of “Foolish Games” by Jewel.” There’s no percussion in that song,” Josh says as he hands me a sheet with lyrics on it. I stop him.
“I know the words, Josh.” I chuckle. “All girls know the words to this song.”
“All right,” Regan chimes in, “here we go ...”