Page 72 of His Secret
“No. Do something for you. For once. I won’t tell anyone.”
I hardly get the last word out before his hand is cupping my cheek and his lips are on mine.
It steals my breath. I’m frozen in place but my mind hasfluttered away, and my heart seems to be on a mission to get out of my chest.
His fingers press on the back of my head, bringing me closer as his tongue swipes against my lips, forcing them apart so he can gain access to my mouth.
Together, our tongues twirl and glide over one another, and my body unfreezes. I grab a hold of both sides of his face, my breaths coming in frantic and heavy. Eight years. It’s been eight years since I’ve tasted him. Since I’ve felt the softness of his lips.
Everything inside me warms, but as his tongue continues to explore my mouth, and our bodies get closer, the warmth in my veins begins to boil. I want to push him down on the couch and strip him naked. I want his cock in my mouth. I want to bury myself inside him. I want so much, but he deserves to have a choice. He should make the decision.
I pull away slightly, my hands falling to his shirt, where I grip the material and try to catch my breath as my forehead rests against his.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I’ve been dying to do that since I saw you in your office.”
I smirk, easing back. “Hope it lived up to the desire.”
“Definitely.”
I stand up and reach into my pants to adjust my very obvious erection, fixing my clothes after the fact. Adrian’s eyes watch everything, and then they’re finally on my face.
“I guess we have to go back downstairs, huh?”
“Probably,” I say. “Or we could sign our names on the registration paper and then sneak away.”
He grins. “Such a rule breaker now.”
“We didn’t get to eat.”
“I’m not thinking about eating.”
“What are you thinking about?” I ask with a mischievous smile.
“Only what I want.”
His eyes slide down my body.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
MATÍAS
Downstairs,we sign our names on the registration form, walk inside and chat for a few minutes with some people, then slip out the side before it gets started. Like children, we laugh as we make our way through the hall, rounding the corner to a set of escalators, then find ourselves on the main floor.
We’re surrounded by lots of chatter and the sound of slot machines. I wonder if maybe the moment we had earlier was ruined by having to leave the room. Has he had time to rethink everything? Does he have any sort of regret? Maybe the kiss was enough. Something we’ve both been thinking about and wanting to do, and now it’s done.
“So, do you want to eat or?” I ask, leaving the last half of the sentence dangling between us. I’m giving him an out and holding my breath in the process.
He looks me over before glancing around. When he meets my gaze again, he says, “I think we should go upstairs.”
I nod, and we hurry to the elevators.
We aren’t lucky enough to get into one alone, joined by afamily of four. We squish into the back where our hands brush against each other.
I let my finger rub against the side of his thigh and watch as he pulls in a deep breath. We only go up a few floors before the family gets off, leaving us alone.
He turns slightly, looking at me as the elevator begins to move. His hand goes to my stomach where two fingers slip between two of the buttons on my shirt.
“I—”