Voyeur Extraordinaire (24 page)

“As you said, I don’t do relationships.”

You also said you didn’t do virgins and here we are. The words didn’t pass my lips, instead I said, “Then this discussion is over.”

Adrian ran his hands through his already messy hair. “There might be a middle ground.”

“Said the lawyer.”

His lips twitched. “I won’t promise you a relationship. I had one in high school and it…didn’t work out.” I made a mental note to ask Rachel for details when we met for coffee. “But I can promise you this: I won’t sleep with other women as long as I’m sleeping with you.”

I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out if he meant it in the literal sense only. “So we’re committed sex partners without any emotional attachments?” Maybe it being the middle of the night was the reason why I was having this discussion and worse: contemplating Adrian’s insane suggestion.

“That’s one way to put it,” Adrian said. He wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me against him. I dropped Bruno’s leash and he scutt
led away. “So what do you say?”

“We shouldn’t even be having this discussion. It’s late and I’m exhausted, and possibly delirious all things considered,” I whispered. “I don’t want to sleep with you now. Not like this. Not now. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret later.”
Again.

Maybe he saw how vulnerable I was in that instant. His grip loosened but he didn’t let go entirely. He raised a hand and brushed a fe
w strands of hair from my face.

“Why don’t you sleep over it? I have a guest bedroom where you can spend the night. I doubt your friend will bring you your keys now.”

He was probably right, and tomorrow I’d hopefully be able to make a somewhat sane decision. I nodded. “Okay.”

His hand resting gently on my hip, he steered me toward a door at the end of the corridor, next to his bedroom – which I still hadn’t seen with my own eyes. The guestroom was held in the same colors as the rest of the apartment and a queen-sized bed occupied one wall, looking out toward my apartment building. Bruno trailed after us and stretched out on the white rug surrounding the bed.

Adrian turned me so I was facing him and I tilted my head back to look into his eyes. “Promise me one thing,” he murmured. “Before you leave, you’ll give me the chance to convince you of my proposal. I really want to make it up to you.” His lips came down on mine, hot and teasing and entirely too intoxicating. His fingers stroked my throat and cheeks, and his tongue slid across my lips, then he pulled back. “There are shirts in the drawers if you need something to sleep in.” I stayed frozen to the spot, even after he closed the door after him.

T
he next morning I woke to the sound of a coffee maker grinding beans. I didn’t move from my spot tangled in the blankets, too stunned by what had happened. I’d spent the night in Adrian’s apartment – without having slept with him – and I’d agreed to consider his offer.

An offer of possible mind-blowing sex if what I’d witnessed through my binoculars was any indication, not my own subpar experiences. Well, everything except for the actual sex had been mind-blowing, and the rest wasn’t really Adrian’s fault.

Bruno was still snoring beside the bed.

I sat up, the blankets sliding off and revealing a white dress shirt I’d found in the drawer last night. It was new and didn’t smell like Adrian, and yet I was oddly turned on by the fact that I was wearing something of him. I could hear him rummaging in the kitchen and remembered the promise I’d given him. My stomach fluttered with nerves. Maybe I should sneak out and pretend yesterday’s conversation never happened.

I swung my legs out of bed and stood, my eyes darting between the door that would lead out into the hall and the one belonging to the adjoining bathroom. I headed for the latter. A shower would clear my head and prepare me for the confrontation with Adrian. I’d tell him I couldn’t accept his offer and that would be it. I didn’t want to be only his lover. I wanted more.

After the shower, I wrapped one of the fluffy oversized towels around me and returned to the bedroom. Yesterday’s clothes lay over a plush armchair. I sighed. I’d have to wear them again, even if they smelled like the bar. Bruno yawned, stretched,
then trotted over to me. I patted his head before a knock made me jump.

“Nora?” Adrian’s morning voice was deeper – and sexier.

I didn’t move.

“I know you’re awake.” There was amusement in his tone. “Can I come in?”

“No, I mean, wait.” Slowly, cautiously, I approached the door and curled my hands around the handle before taking a deep breath and opening it a gap, hiding my half-naked body behind the door. Adrian was already dressed – black pants, crisp white dress shirt and a grey tie. Of course, he would be dressed. It was Monday and he had to work. “What time is it? Am I making you late? I’ll just get dressed and then you can head out.”

He leaned against the doorframe. “That’s not why I’m here.” He pressed his palm against the door and gently pushed, but not with enough force that I couldn’t have stopped him. I stepped back, clutching the towel against my chest. I’d secured it tightly earlier but better safe than sorry. The moment I was no longer hidden by the door, Adr
ian’s eyes roamed over my body.

There was hunger on his
face. “Remember your promise?”

My eyes darted toward the bed, then back to Adrian who didn’t try to come closer. “You’re already dressed for work.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“The answer is the same as yesterday. I won’t sleep with you.” Disappointment flashed across Adrian’s face, which was quickly replaced by a more controlled expression. “Not yet,” I added. Why had I said that? “After how things went last time, I don’t w
ant to rush into things again.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you now.”

I lifted my eyebrows.

He chuckled. “Okay. I want to tear that towel off your body and take you right here on the spot, but--” He moved toward me. The smell of his spicy aftershave and roasted beans flooded my nose. “This is only about you. I want to give you a taste of what you’ll get if you agree to be my lover. Let me convince you.” He bent over me and licked my collarbone, catching a water droplet with his tongue. An ache was forming between my legs. I pressed my thigh
s together, suppressing a moan.

He drew back until our eyes met and I was caught in the heat of his gaze. Nobody had ever looked at me like that. I licked my lips. “Okay,” I breathed out. “But the towel stays on.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. “The towel stays on,” he agreed softly, then he ushered Bruno out of the room and closed the door. Oh God, what had I agreed to?

I backed up until my calves hit the bed and my toes curled in the soft carpet, then I waited for Adrian to close the gap between us. He brought his hand up and cupped my cheek, then captured my lips in a kiss. He wrapped an arm around my back and carefully lowered us onto the bed. The mattress dipped under our combined weight. He settled beside me, one arm under my neck. The fingers of his other hand brushed the edge of my towel where it touched my chest. My nipples hardened and pressed against the towel. Adrian took his time letting his eyes wander over my body until they settled
on my breasts. Adrian ran a finger around them, then grazed my nipples with his knuckles, sending spikes of desire into my belly. I buried my face in his shoulder to stop a moan.

“No,” Adrian said in a rough tone. “Let me see your face.”

I settled back against the pillow, my skin hot as I met Adrian’s gaze. He trailed a finger over my nipples, back and forth, until I regretted having said that the towel should stay on. I wanted to feel him without a barrier between us. As if reading my thoughts, Adrian slipped a finger below the towel and brushed it across my left nipple. Every time his fingertip touched me, my toes curled with pleasure. He kissed my neck and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. His mouth was hot against my skin as he nibbled and kissed and sucked and licked. He removed his finger from under the towel, but before I could miss the contact, he pinched my nipple through the fabric. I gasped, wetness pooling between my legs. He twisted my nub between his fingers, slowly rolling it back and forth. The additional friction of the towel sent jolts of lust through my body until I wasn’t sure I could take any more.

“Your body is so fucking responsive,” he murmured aga
inst the skin of my collarbone.

I hummed and pressed my thighs together to alleviate some of the tension building up in my core. Adrian slid his hand over my ribcage, down my stomach and hip,
then he pulled apart my legs. I made a sound of protest, which turned into a whimper when he trailed his fingers over my pussy. He folded back the hem of the towel, revealing my glistening folds. I was still mostly bare, except for a few soft new hairs.

“Fuck,” Adrian growled. He spread me even wider and slowly ran a finger over the length of my folds. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Tell me how many men have touched you like this,” he ordered roughly.

“Only you,” I gasped.

“Yes,” he said harshly. “Mine.”

Adrian dipped his finger into my opening, just barely, coating his fingertip with my wetness, then spread it gently over my folds. “I can’t believe how wet you are,” he said in a low voice.

I arched my back and he kissed me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth, then he gently sucked at my lower lip and caught it between his teeth while his finger drew lazy circles on my clit. “If you agree to my offer,” he murmured against my ear, his tongue darting out to lick the skin beneath it. “I’ll lick and suck your sweet pussy until you scream.” He drew my earlobe into his mouth,
then softly bit down. I clutched at his shirt, curling my fingers around the crisp fabric. “I’ll show you pleasure unlike anything you can even imagine. I can teach you so much if you let me, Nora.”

I was falling apart, any moment now I was going to burst, to combust, to lose my mind. Adrian slipped his finger back into me and slowly started pumping in and out; his thumb circled my clit, driving me higher and higher toward a
peak I’d never reached before.

“I’m going to break the rules,” Adrian whispered against the hollow between my breasts,
then he nudged the towel down, revealing my nipples.

I curved my spine, and Adrian took the invitation and closed his hot lips around my nipple. His tongue darted out, barely brushing my sensible skin. His fingers down below got faster, in and out, circling, driving me insane. He pulled back, blowing on my nipple. “I’ve never been so hard. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your hot warmth.” He sucked at my nipple hard, his fingers slipping into my core faster, and then he grazed my clit with his fingernail, and I exploded. Waves of pleasure shot through me, drowning me with their vehemence. I buckled, my head rising off the pillow. Adrian’s lips collided with mine, swallowing my moans. For a moment my vision turned black, my toes curled and my muscles tightened until it became almost painful. My body trembled as it slowly came down from the high.

I released Adrian’s white shirt, which was now too crumpled for him to wear to work, and one button was actually lose. “I ruined your shirt,” I said in a raspy voice, pressing my forehead against his shoulder.

Adrian laughed, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. “It was worth it.”

I had to agree with him. Slowly I opened my eyes, but I didn’t sit up, actually embarrassed to face Adrian. “So what do you say? Will you be my lover?” He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face until I was looking into his eyes. My lips felt swollen and if his were any indication they probably looked that way too. I nodded.

Adrian smiled, then pressed another kiss against my mouth and straightened, glancing at his watch, an expensive
Breitling. “Now I really will be late.”

“I should get going too,” I said, wrapping the towel around me. Adrian stood and I di
d too, not sure what to do now.

“How will you get into your apartme
nt?” He asked from the doorway.

I picked up my phone. Amy had left five messages for me. “Amy is home. She’ll let me in.”

“Good,” he said distractedly, taking his iPhone out of his pocket and scrolling through emails. “I’ll have to change. Do you want to take a shower and let yourself out later?” After what just happened I definitely needed another shower.

I shook my head. “No, I’ll just ge
t dressed and shower at home.”

He nodded, still focused on his screen. He opened the door and stepped into the hall, then disappeared from my view. I didn’t know what I’d expected. I wrapped my arms around myself. Adrian had made it clear that he didn’t want an emotional attachment and I’d agreed to a physical relationship with him, so I had no reason to feel so…rejected. Bruno ambled into the guestroom. I quickly got dressed in yesterday’s clothes, grabbed my purse and my phone,
then tiptoed into the hallway.

Adrian’s voice was coming from the living room. “That is bullshit. We won’t accept that. You go against everything we agreed on.” He sounded angry and cold. Probably something work-related.

I slipped out of his apartment and shut the door without a sound. I put my high heels on and hurried toward the elevator, suddenly wanting to leave.