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Now?

I suck in a breath, let it out, then glance up at Adrian. “There’s only one way to find out.”

It’s a dare. I know it. He knows it.

He doesn’t care one bit.

It’s permission, and I think that’s all Adrian was waiting for.

Next thing I know, his hand is inside my panties, my back arched, and my body coming completely to life for him.

“God, you’re so fucking hot. Andslick. This… your body made this for me.” He swirls his finger in the moisture before shifting his hand, bumping against my clit. “You want me, Loni. Don’t deny it.”

How can I? I’ve never been able to. My attraction to Adrian Heller’s never been in doubt. Even though I shouldn’t, I want him, and I guess that hasn’t changed one bit.

When I don’t, he eases a finger inside of me. It’s been so long since I’ve had a lover—a year, maybe, or longer, I didn’t keep track—and my pussy immediately clenches around the intrusion. I want it. I need it.

I crave it.

“Yes…”

“Told you,” he says, the sound so smug, it erases some of my lust-fueled desire. “You were made for me.”

I start to squirm, ready to get up and shove his hand out of my pants. I just manage to pull myself into a semi-seated position when Adrian follows me, pushing up from his lean.

He’s still stroking me, playing with me, but now he has one hand in my panties, slowly fingerfucking me, while his other goes to my hair.

Before I can say anything else, he blows a minty cool breath of fresh air in front of my nostrils.

“I made it a whole week without a cigarette,” he says, a hint of pride in his throaty voice. “Sure, I went through fifteen packs of gum to stave off the cravings, and I still get a slight headache every now and then, but it’s one week down, princess. That means you owe me a kiss.”

I open my mouth to remind him that I never agreed to that, but it’s useless. I’ve kissed Adrian so many times this last week, all because he’s working so hard to quit smoking cold turkey, that I’ve come to crave the way he conquers my mouth like this.

Only this time… it’s a little different. Having his tongue plundering mine as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me, developing a rhythm… it’s a complete onslaught, and I’m not naive enough to realize that.

I might have given in tonight, but I don’t want Adrian to think that he’s won the war between us. If anything, it’s just a single battle. A setback.

A mistake.

One I’m sure I’ll make again before this… whatever Adrian and I have now… is over. But because I know it can’t last, despite his certainty otherwise, I need to remember that there’s a very good chance that he’s fucking with me by, well,fuckingme.

“I hate you,” I say, groaning into his mouth.

In response, he inserts a second finger inside of me while scraping his canine against my bottom lip. “No, princess. You only wish you did.”

I do. Fuck it, Ido. It would be so much easier to keep my distance if I hated Adrian. If the way he’s panting softly, breath warm against my skin, fingers twisting, probing, stretching me… if I hated him, this would just stoke the fire of that hatred instead of having me seconds away from coming all over his hand.

Seconds… Instead of answering Adrian with words, he flicks my clit with his thumb and that’s just what I needed to explode. Clutching his arm, digging my fingernails into his muscle as I see stars behind my eyelids, I climax.

It was so fucking beautiful, I almost want to take back the way I told him I hated him. But then, as the blood stops pounding in my ears, all I hear is his voice telling me, “That’s my girl. I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Oh.

Oh.

Is that what that was about? He needed to prove something to himself? He wanted to see if he could still make me lose complete control with just one touch.

Ugh!