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But Adrian didn’t stop. His lips trailed kisses along her jawline, then lower to her throat, licking her skin with maddening slowness.

Her breath caught. “Oh God,” she whimpered, unable to hold back the sound.

“Sienna?” Pamela’s voice was louder now. “Are you hurt?”

Sienna’s face flushed bright red. She had to stop herself from moaning again, her voice shaky as she shouted back, “I said I’m fine, Mom! Please stop talking!”

Adrian’s hand was under her top now, tugging it aside. His lips returned to her throat, then down to the swell of her chest. His hand pushed her bra aside, his rough fingers flicking over her nipple. Her whole body shuddered under him.

“Stop, Adrian,” she whispered breathlessly, pushing weakly at his shoulders. “Tell me the truth. What are you really doing here?”

He looked frustrated, like he wanted nothing more than to keep touching her. But her serious eyes forced him to slow down. He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “It was my plan.”

“What?”

“I’m the one who sent the clinic’s information to your mom,” he confessed. “She kept insisting you see a doctor. So, I arranged for her to bring you here alone. That way, she’d stop stressing you about a pregnancy and I could see you too.”

His voice softened as he spoke, face shadowed with longing.

He dipped his head again, kissing her collarbone. “I missed you,” he whispered. “Missed your scent, your skin…”

His tongue ran along her throat, and with growing urgency, he tugged her top aside, revealing her bra. With one swift move, he pushed the bra down and flicked her nipple, his breath hot and heavy against her skin.

Sienna’s body trembled.

The more she tried to hold back, the more ravenous he became, licking, kissing, tasting her like he couldn’t get enough.

“Adrian…” she breathed, voice trembling. Her fingers clenched around the front of his shirt, trying to hold herself together. “My mom is right outside. I… I should go.”

But he didn’t move back. His eyes darkened, filled with hunger.

“Don’t worry about her,” he growled, grabbing her face and pulling her closer. “Focus on me. I missed you so fucking much, Sienna.”

Sienna’s breath hitched as his mouth devoured her skin, her back pressing into the cool wall of the clinic exam room. The sterile scent of alcohol wipes and antiseptic still clung to the air, but all she could smell now was him. Adrian. Masculine, musky, overpowering.

“Adrian—” she tried again, but her words died as his mouth crashed over hers.

17 A Good Checkup

His kiss was deep, brutal, desperate. Tongues clashed, teeth scraped, lips bruised. He bit her lower lip and tugged, dragging a gasp from her throat before swallowing the sound with another savage kiss. Every protest melted into need the second his hands grabbed her hips and yanked her flush against him. His erection pressed through his jeans, grinding into her stomach with unrelenting pressure.

She whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, yanking just to ground herself. But it only made him groan louder and kiss her harder.

His mouth found her neck, tongue licking a slow trail along her pulse before his teeth sank in—just enough to leave a mark. Her body arched against the wall, chest heaving, hands clawing at his shoulders for balance. He licked over the bite possessively, then dragged his mouth across her collarbone, kissing, sucking, tasting.

“Tell me you missed me,” he murmured low against her throat, his breath hot. One hand slid up under her skirt, the other gripping her jaw to force her gaze back on him. “Say it.”

She gasped as his fingers brushed against her soaked panties, pressing firm.

“Stop talking,” she whispered breathlessly, face flushing as her head tipped back. “Lick here.”

That broke him.

Adrian let out a guttural sound. He hooked one arm under her thigh and lifted her onto the exam table in a single, commanding motion. Her legs spread instinctively, her heart pounding as he positioned himself between them.

“I had to set up this entire place like a fucking movie set overnight, just to see you,” he muttered, dragging her panties down her thighs with a firm grip. “Do you see how much control you have over me?”