CHAPTER 22
LEARN THE NUMBER ONE SECRET
TRICK FOR PERFECT ABS!
VANESSA
He crashed into me.
And I do mean he crashed. The impact knocked the emotional breath out of me and butterflies dove right from my stomach directly to my crotch.
His hands raked into my hair, his beard scratched my face, and his lips
pressed warm against my mouth… This.
This was the kiss he didn’t give me last night. This was the kiss that felt like a thousand kisses built up and funneled into one. He’d been holding this back for weeks. And I knew because so had I.
“I can’t believe you went to Vermilion without me,” he breathed against
my mouth, smiling.
“I didn’t like it,” I whispered.
He bit my bottom lip gently. “Liar.” He grinned against my lips and then
he devoured me again.
Oh my God, he was a good kisser.
He trailed his mouth along my jaw, down my neck, and over the bare skin of my collar bone and I gasped, tipping my head back. I still wore my
jacket, and he peeled it off my shoulders until it caught around my back in the crook of my elbows. I shed it and it dropped to the floor behind me.
His breathing was ragged. He was already hard. A boner was pressing through his pants into the front of my dress.
“Let’s go to your room,” I breathed.
He nodded and then threw me over his shoulder. I shrieked and he turned us for his bedroom door.
“Wait, wait! The baby monitor!” I said, giggling, tapping his shoulder.
He backed up and leaned me over the table so I could grab it, laughing.
Then he hauled me straight to his bedroom.
I’d never been in there before. It felt like he’d just carried me off to his lair, some inner sanctum that I’d never been invited to explore.
It smelled like him and looked exactly like the rest of the apartment.
Dark furniture and a gray bedspread, neat and orderly. I wanted to look around, but I had more pressing activities to see to.
He sat me down on the edge of the bed and stood between my legs while he kissed me, reaching around my back to undo my zipper.
I tugged at his belt buckle and he peeled off his shirt. Then he backed up to take his pants down as I wiggled out of my dress. When he pulled his underwear off and his penis sprang free, I froze in the middle of slipping an arm out of my bra. “What the fuck…” I breathed.
It was amazing.
Breathtaking.
It was that moment at a hibachi restaurant when the chef does some crazy thing with the rice and you realize you’re in for a good show.
I twisted onto my side and reached for the phone on his nightstand.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Calling Kristen. I have to tell her the prophecy is true.”
He snorted. “Well, can you wait until after?”
I turned back to him. “But what if I need tips? Best practices? I am not prepared for this, Adrian.” I stared at it. “My God, no wonder you have those abs. You’re doing a crunch every time you stand up. It’s like a twenty- five-pound dumbbell hanging there.”
He laughed and climbed onto the bed, sliding over me. He finished taking off my bra and started kissing his way between my breasts, down my stomach.
Heat radiated off this thing like a lightsaber. I watched his head dropping farther down my body. “I mean, what if I can’t lift it?” I breathed.
Fingers wrapped around the waistband of my underwear and dragged them down my thighs. “I’ll do the heavy lifting,” he said, throwing my panties over his shoulder. He reached to the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth. It was a Magnum.
I was afraid it still wouldn’t fit.
I sat up on my elbows to watch him put it on. His eyes raked down my body as he did it, taking me all in. I could see how much he wanted me. He looked like he was about to fuck me into the headboard and I was totally here for it.
I needed to savor every second. Press my lips to every surface that I’d been shamelessly ogling for the past few weeks. I was going to treat his body like a decadent dessert at the end of a great meal—because really, that’s what he was. He was the grandest of finales to a life well lived. The cherry on top of the cake.
He was very likely the last man I’d ever sleep with.
And it occurred to me that this would have been true even if I wasn’t probably dying.