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“Looking for you,” he nearly growls, and I can practically taste the frustration in his voice as he crushes his lips against mine.
It spills like honeyed poison across his tongue, down over mine, past my teeth, and I moan. My hands grasp at his shirt as he guides my face into the position he wants. His large palms cradle my cheeks as he demands more and more from me. I can’t keep up; my head is spinning, and my thoughts are lost. Until I hear the loudspeaker crackle to life, announcing a flight arrival and I gasp into his mouth.
I push against his chest, and he groans in annoyance as he separates from me.
“We are in an airport!” I breathe, my voice harsh and heavy from all my panting.
“Then let’s go somewhere else,” he says.
And like a dumbass I let myself be led away from my paid-for flight, and back out into the Parisian air, my suitcase flopping behind me hectically because of the speed at which Adrian is nearly dragging me.
CHAPTER 19
ADRIAN
I find myself in France with my hand wrapped around Amelia’s in the back of a cab. I couldn’t wait any longer, and as it so happened, the fates brought her right in front of me as soon as I arrived. It seems fate is always involved in our relationship.
Amelia hasn’t spoken to me since the airport, but she isn’t upset, it’s more like she’s so surprised she can’t talk. I squeeze her hand a bit tighter, and she responds with a gentle look in my direction and her fingers tightening around mine. The silence isn’t filled with uncomfortable tension, but there is this tangible heat between us I can nearly taste on my tongue. I know where we are going and she knows my intentions. I’m tired of waiting, I want her for real now. I want to tell her how I feel.
She doesn’t turn away as I lean in to kiss her, slow, easy, so unlike the one we shared at the airport. That was all teeth and tongue and want, this is love and affection. This is a promise of what’s to come. Not just in the next hour or so, but years in the future.
Amelia melts into the kiss, her free hand moving to wrap around the back of my head, curling into my hair. I palm the side of her soft face and move her to meet my lips each time my head shifts. She is eager too, her mouth shifting against mine until finally I trace the seam of her lips and she opens for me. My tongue slides against hers, tracing the roof of her mouth. I grin as I feel her shiver.
When I finally pull away, her pupils are wide and spun out, like she’s drifting on a high. I drag her against my chest, knowing she will feel my pounding heart but ignoring the way it makes me feel vulnerable. I’m certain I will feel much more defenseless in a few minutes.
The driver, to his credit, doesn’t interrupt our quiet moment. I draw Amelia as close to me as the seatbelts will allow and my eyes flick over the buildings, eager to arrive at the hotel I gave the driver.
“We are arriving, sir,” he says.
“Good,” I answer and start to flick through my wallet for cash.
We leave the car as soon as it pulls up and I give the man who drove us a hefty tip. He winks at me, making me all too aware that he knew what was happening in his backseat, and that he knows this is an important moment. I show my gratitude with a smile and a small nod before I walk back to Amelia.
We step up to the hotel and I grab Amelia’s suitcase from her hand. In my subpar French, I request a suite on one of the higher levels from the concierge while Amelia wraps her arms nervously around one of mine.
She presses her face into my bicep, and I can feel her heart thrum against my suit jacket, like the beat of a hummingbird’s wings. I look down at her, not used to seeing her so anxious. I gently brush my fingers through her hair.
“No pressure,” I whisper.
She shakes her head, knowing exactly what I’m talking about. “I want this too.”
My heart soars and I feel like each pulse of it is choking me. I swallow and nod. She takes the lead and drags me behind her, looking over her shoulder with eyes that are half-moons and glittering in the lobby lights. I crave her with every ounce of my being.
She moves silently, not even her shoes can be heard tapping against the marble with the way the rest of the lobby bubbles with sound around us. But she captures all my attention, the swing of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the sway of her hair are all mouthwatering and call to me like a siren’s song.
I encourage my stride to lengthen until I am scooping her up and twirling her once she pushes the button for the elevator, causing her to squeal in surprise, and I catch her lips in a fierce kiss. I can’t wait, I just need a taste for now. But a taste with a single swipe of my tongue is all Amelia allows me before she pushes me back again, her eyes darting around at the surrounding people. I want her to only think of me.
As soon as the elevator doors open, I spin her in through them, into the small room waiting just beyond. I jab the ‘Close’ button until we are blissfully alone and then back her up into a corner. I know there’s a camera, I know someone will likely see this, or is watching now, but when her arms loop around my neck and her nails trace along my hairline, I don’t care.
I kiss her, boxing her into the corner until she is flat against me and her mouth is tilted up to meet mine. My tongue sweeps past her teeth, exploring with the purpose of making her head spin. Amelia moans, shivering in my hold and she inhales deeply, rising up onto her tip toes as her nails scrabble at the longer strands of my hair on the crown of my head.
I pull back just enough to lick her top lip teasingly. Our breath gets mixed up and intertwined together.
“Yeah, just like that, open up for me,” I murmur, my lips brushing hers. I hold her jaw and shift it to the side, fusing her mouth with mine again, and I lick her tongue and palate.
But the elevator dings to a stop before it reaches our floor and I pull away from her again, smiling at the flush on her cheeks. I step off to the side right as the doors open and an older couple smiles cordially as they enter. Amelia presses a hand against her cheek and I scoff, knowing that will just draw more attention to her. I peel her hand away and drag it back down.
“That will just make things worse,” I whisper.
