Finally, I manage to make my boneless fingers fumble through what I need them to do. I push down the warm-ups. Holding onto the island, I glance up to gauge his mood and come to a skidding halt. Addler’s fully aroused, tenting the warm-ups he’s wearing.
Memories of what he did last night flash through my mind. Starting with the way he watched me take my clothes off…just like he’s doing now. My nipples pebble under his scrutiny, but the rush of uncertainty is replaced by the rush of anticipation.
Feeling a little more sure of myself, I continue at a calmer pace. He watches as I pull one foot free of the elastic then the other. Using the island to steady myself, I reach down, pluck them off the floor, and hold them in my hand like a blue ribbon at the county fair.
“Bring them here,” he orders, his voice a little rough. I’m not sure what to do with him. This isn’t the Addler I’m familiar with. The man before me sparks something inside me. Something I’ve held back for way too long.
No saying no.
“Elena.” His voice jolts me. I take tentative steps toward him. He leans back in the chair, his head easing to one side, cool as can be.
If it wasn’t for the clear evidence of his arousal, I’d think he was just laughing at me. How many times has he looked at me that way? Even down to the arrogant smirk spreading across his lips. Was he in this same condition those times also?
Reaching out, I offer him his prize. He takes the warm-ups and tosses them behind him without a second thought. Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me to him, keeping his gaze locked to mine. I’m up on my toes, with them stuttering across the tile. It’s one of the most exciting and unnerving moments of my life. I’m suddenly rethinking every teasing comment, every self-assured smirk he’s sent my way.
I’m standing between his legs. My thighs touching the inside of his. The planes of his chest a few inches from mine. I don’t even know where to put my hands.
His venture lower, his fingers slipping under the edge of the T-shirt, to find nothing but me underneath. “Mmm.” He nods appreciatively, running along the lower side of my ass. “Much better,” he adds with a satisfied smile.
Heat rises to my face. “I don’t know about that,” I murmur.
“Oh,” he says, distracted. “Why not?”
“I don’t have panties,” I reply, stating the obvious.
“Maybe I like having your pussy bare,” he says in a honeyed voice, as his palms wander across my skin.
With that, I’m drenched. No saying no. Face burning now, I swallow hard, knowing what he’d find if he continues to wander. “Addler.” I scrunch my toes against the hard tile.
His gaze brushes across my chest, stopping where my nipple’s pushing against the thick material. He brushes his chin against the curve of my breast. “I should have left you a button shirt.”
Oh Lord. “We’re at the kitchen table,” I insist.
He moves up, dragging the shirttail with him. “And?” He looks up at me, his gaze on my swollen lips.
“This is where you fix food,” I murmur, reminding him where we are. “It’s where you eat.”
His gaze flicks to mine, his pupils dilated. In the next instant, his arm is around me, pressing me against him, eliciting a gasp. My hands land on his shoulders. He’s a wall of muscle, one plane harder than the other, with one particularly hard piece sitting against my belly. My feet come off the floor as he buries his face against my neck. “Addler…”
“You’re right, Elena.” He growls against my neck, putting me down at the edge of the sturdy table. “An excellent idea.” With that, he releases me, brushing an arm behind me. Whatever was sitting there goes crashing against the table. I turn to see what he’s done, but he tosses me back, dragging the T-shirt up to my neck. A greedy glance across my chest and he’s gone…heading straight between my legs.
My eyes widen. I open my mouth to protest while trying to close my thighs. I’m wet, swollen. He can’t—
The first swipe of his tongue against my pussy sends me back on my elbows, yelling something unintelligible. The ones that come after have my hips undulating against him. My body’s trying to move away and beg for more at the same time. He’s relentless. His every move shooting lightning through my brain.
He’s keeping every thought in a jumble. My breath is hissing between my lips. My fingers are lost in his hair. I’m pushing away somehow and he’s dragging me back, holding me in place. Devouring me.
Tears prick behind my eyes. Some ungodly wave of energy is moving up my body. My back arches, sending my head back. “Addler!” I cry out, clutching at him. Needing something to hold onto as an orgasm crashes through me.
My lids are still pressed tightly closed when he licks the underside of my left breast. I bring my chin against my chest, to find Addler so close. His lips are around my nipple, not that I can see it over the layers of his shirt. But I can feel it, same as I can feel his hard cock pressed against my mound. The sweatpants he’s wearing the only thing between us.
My pulse is throbbing throughout my body. My God, I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want Addler de Marco inside me right now.