"Cross my heart," he says. "You can check the security footage if you want."
"Why the hell would I be the exception?"
Adrian almost laughs, but not quite, closing his eyes for a moment. "I think you can figure that out for yourself, Meg."
"Tell me anyway." I press myself against him, pillowing my head on his chest again, ignoring the very loud voice in the back of my head telling me this is a bad idea. "I like the way you weave those words, Mr. Risinger."
He sighs, brushing a wild strand of hair behind my ear. "Because you are home to me, Meghan. You always have been."
He kisses me, and incredibly, I believe him.
Chapter Eighteen
Adrian's bedroom is breathtaking.
Well, to be more accurate, his bedroom ceiling is breathtaking. I can't speak for the rest of it, really. This man's idea of "making love" apparently has a lot to do with kissing his way down my body for twenty minutes, and as nice as that is, I'm starting to get a little impatient.
Oh, but it is nice.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes, his lips trailing down my chest to my stomach. "I should've told you that. The first second I saw you, I should've told you that."
I giggle softly, goosebumps rising all over as his breath tickles the sensitive skin between my hipbones. "It definitely would've set a different tone for our relationship."
He chuckles, his lips just inches from where I want them. "Don't even pretend like you wouldn't have punched me in the balls."
"I wouldn't have," I insisted, my hand drifting to his hair, fingers scratching lightly at his scalp. "Hell, with the way you operate, I'm still convinced you could've had me naked on your desk within the first week, if you really wanted to."
He sits up, and I let out a deep sigh.
"Hold on, you little sex fiend, we're having a conversation about this." he frowns as I squirm. "Do you really think I didn't want that?"
I shrug. "You could've had it, that's all I'm saying."
"I don't believe you," he says, with grin. "But that's not the point. I couldn't, Meg. Not with you." His face gets serious, and softer, somehow. "Even if I could've just snapped my fingers and had you draped across my desk, I didn't want it to be like that. Not with you. I had to make sure it didn't happen. I didn't want to turn on the charm, I thought you deserved something a little more genuine than that." He makes a slight face. "I might've overdone it."
"You think?" I wiggle my hips. "You know, we can talk about this later. Or tomorrow. Or anytime when I'm not…"
His mouth quirks up at the corner. "Go on."
I sigh again. "Come on, Adrian. Stop teasing me."
"I wasn't trying to," he points out. "You were the one who wouldn't stop talking."
"Then shut me up."
He plants a kiss on my inner thigh, and I shudder. "I don't think this is very likely to shut you up," he murmurs. "Unless, of course, I find a way to put something in your mouth at the same time…"
Adrian gets up, and gestures for me to follow. Then he lays down on the bed, flat on his back, and pats the mattress beside him. I blanch.
"No," I say, without thinking.
His eyebrows shoot up. "Do you remember your safe word, sweet thing?"
I nod.
"Are you toying with me?"
I shake my head.
"Then why," he says, fixing me with a dark stare, "why are you saying no to me?"
I can feel myself blushing all over. "I can't do that. Not like this. You need to be on top."
"This?" he echoes. "I haven't asked you to do anything yet. You know what assuming does."
My arms are hugging my torso protectively. "I know exactly what you want me to do, and I'm saying I can't." I swallow hard, hating myself. "Please just…don't make me."
Adrian sits up, scooting closer to me and touching my elbow. "Did you have a bad experience?"
I shake my head.
"What, then?"
Biting my lip, I stare at the mattress. "I just don't want to. I don't…I don't want you to see me like that."
To his credit, he stifles a laugh. But I can still tell that he wants to.
"It's not funny," I insist.
"I know it's not." His hand rests on my arm, not grabbing, not insisting, just reminding me of his presence. "I won't force you to do this, Meg. I can't. But if you do…I promise it'll at least make a dent in that insecurity of yours."
Slowly, I look up at him. His eyes are shining, and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. And despite the fact that I've basically dumped a bucket of cold water on the proceedings, he's still very, very visibly aroused.
"Why?" I whisper, although I already know the answer.
"Because," he says, a little hoarsely. "I fucking want this. I've wanted it since I met you. I thought you might hesitate, so I never brought it up." He swallows, hard, and I notice the pulse point by his throat, notice how quickly it throbs. "Think about it, Meg. You won't have any room to doubt how sexy you are, with my face buried between your legs like that, and my cock in your mouth. You'll feel it. Every twitch and throb from how fucking amazing it'll feel to taste you like that, to devour you like that, so you're all I can taste and smell. You'll never, ever doubt my desire again."
Fuck it.
I feel drunk as I lean down to kiss him, and he gives me a little sneak preview of the coming attractions with his tongue darting into my mouth. But he pulls away quickly, anxious, wanting. Wanting me. Wanting to be so completely surrounded by me in the most intimate way possible, and yeah, that's a pretty enticing thought.
He crawls back on the bed and I turn around, situating myself just right, my heart squeezing painfully in my chest as I kneel on either side of his shoulders. I hate that I can't see his face.
"Is this okay?" I whisper, staring at his legs, at his erection straining towards me.
"Lower," he murmurs, his exhale brushing against my sensitive flesh.
I go lower.
He grasps my hips, pulling me onto his tongue. My whole body jumps like a live wire, an unearthly noise coming from the back of my throat. My toes actually curl.
"Oh, God," I groan, pitching forward, almost forgetting what I'm supposed to do while I'm here. I can hear him chuckle, feel him chuckle, and he lets go his grip, lifts me up just enough to speak.
"Not bad, hmm?"
He's a little smug, but I can forgive that.