Chapter Twenty-Four

As soon as I reach the safety of my room, I lean against my dresser, pressing a palm against my chest to feel my racing heartbeat. I stare at myself in the mirror, glad to see that my face doesn’t look entirely as red as it feels. Once I compose myself, I strip myself naked, underwear and all. He’s gone and dirtied another pair of my cutest underwear, all because he wants to tease me. If that’s the case, I can play the same game as him.

I reach into the dresser to dig out another pair of lacey cheeksters, slipping them on before crossing the room to the closet, hyperaware of the open bedroom door. If he looks up from where I left him on the couch, he can see right into the bedroom thanks to the balcony that looks over the living room. I try to avoid looking out to see if he notices, though I feel his attention on me still, even from so far away.

Shirtless, I pull a new outfit from the closet and lay each article of clothing out on the bed, looking down at the shirt deep in thought. I glance up through my lashes, unable to help my curiosity. Sure enough, the angle from the bed is perfect, allowing me to lock eyes with Adrian through the iron pillars of the banister. Neither one of us looks away as I reach for my bra, unclasping it and allowing it to fall from my arms to the floor.

I decide to play coy to the eyes that rest on my exposed nipples, surprisingly unwavering considering that he acted so shy mere moments before. I bend over to pluck the fitted camisole from the comforter, taking my time to pull it over my head, allowing my peeping tom a nice view. Once I have it adjusted over my boobs nicely, I shimmy into the pair of LuLu’s, turning to face the balcony window as I slide the leggings over my asscheeks.

“What’s happening with my show?” I call from the room, down to Adrian.

I hear him clear his throat as he glances feverishly back to the television as if he hadn’t been watching me undress. His voice wavers with nerves as he calls back, “Some sexy girl is changing clothes in the football team’s locker room.”

I fish a pair of fuzzy socks from one of the dresser drawers and come to stand at the railing, leaning over it to catch a glimpse of the TV, well aware of the way my boobs rest perfectly on top of the banister. “Really?”

Adrian isn’t looking at the TV screen. “Yep.”

I snicker and make my way back down the stairs. “You know what they say; Sex Sells.”

He chuckles, eyes following me closely as I walk around him to sit back down in my seat beside him. “It sure does,” He leans over to rub his thumb over a spot on my thigh. “I like these,”

Even though he’s referring to the leopard print, I know he means something else judging by how long he keeps his hand there, rubbing circles against my thigh. He really does play too much for someone who hasn’t even kissed me yet.
I raise an eyebrow, leaning to grab my coffee mug from the table again, making sure to lift my butt from the couch enough to give him a generous view. “I didn’t take you like the animal print type.”

His gaze is dark, admitting to the tension that thickens between us. His throat bobs as he swallows as if trying to hold himself back. He forces himself to look back to the TV and drums his fingers against the arm of the couch. “There’s alot of things you don’t know about me.”

I try to pay attention to the show while sipping my lukewarm tea, but every time a makeout scene appears I feel myself squirm in my seat, trying desperately not to look at the man beside me. After several attempts at being a good girl, my eyes dart to the side to catch a glimpse of his lap and nearly choke on my tea.

Oh my God, he isn’t even trying to hide it. It’s so big though that I can imagine it would be impossible to conceal completely. In fact, it’s almost as if he can sense my gaze and spreads his legs even wider, pressing his thigh against mine to make his hard-on even more obvious. Well, I am the one who told him not to run away again.

The tension is getting too much for me to bare so I reach for the remote again, putting my cup back down. “Should we watch something else?”

My bodyguard’s diabolical eyes slide over me, pausing at the nipples that press against my tank top, though not from the cold. “Whatever you want,”

I hold his stare, lips parting. I put my best innocent expression on, making my eyes wide. “Anything?”


I can feel him starting to crack. He leans his head back against the couch, letting out a frustrated groan. “Lydia…”

“Adrian,” I say his name back, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not the one who started this.”

He turns his head to the side in order to look at me, several emotions swirling deep within his dark eyes. “I know,” He admits thickly. “I can’t help it.”

I tilt my head, placing the remote on my leg as I lean forward. “Why?”

He narrows his eyes, reaching an arm around the back of the couch to softly stroke my bare shoulder, making me shiver at his touch. “You know why,”

I lick my lips as I look towards his lap again, watching him twitch at my acknowledgment before looking back to his eyes. The way he looks at me makes my heart feel like exploding. No guy has been able to make me feel like this before, and I’ve never wanted to be held so much by someone.

“I do,” I breathe, unable to help it. I reach to touch his chest, always surprised by how solid it is. “So why do we keep playing cat and mouse, Adrian?”

His eyes flutter closed at the way I say his name, neither of us able to hide our desire anymore. “Because,” He pauses as if trying to come up with a good excuse. “Your father would hate me. I don’t want to tarnish his trust.”

My eyes flicker to his lips, resisting the urge to touch them. They look so soft. “He would never know. I’m not going to tell him.”

His breath hitches when he opens his eyes to see my expression. There’s no going back now, and we both know it. “Jesus Fuck Lydia,” He groans, moving his hand from my shoulder to my throat, pressing his fingers against my pulse. “You’re making this so hard.”

I swallow, looking to his boner again. “We both are.”

He closes his eyes again as if it’s one last attempt for him to try and resist the urges we’re both feelings. I can feel his hand tremble against my skin as his grip loosens, slipping like his resolve.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” He says, his voice a raspy whisper.

I take his hand and move it down to my chest, cupping it beneath my boob. “I know,” I reply, giving him a devious grin. “I’ll drag you to hell with me.”

He squeezes, using his free hand to draw me closer to him, pulling me onto his lap. “As long as I’m with you, so be it,” He murmurs before finally putting me out of my misery and pressing his lips against mine.

I arch my back against his touch, and he moves his hands to my hips, pinning me down to his erection. I rub against it, relishing the way it twitches at the movement. Adrian’s lips are so soft, but he’s kissing me too gently as if I’m a porcelain doll that he might crush. I reach for the back of his neck and pull him closer, parting my lips invitingly. He still insists on hesitating, though, so I run my tongue against his bottom lip, requesting entry.

He moans and parts his lips, at last, shoving his tongue into my mouth with so much desire that my heart stammers, unsure how to handle it. If it’s true that he only wanted me for my body, he wouldn’t have waited this long to touch me like this.

He keeps one hand on the small of my back and reaches for my chest with the other, sneaking it up my shirt to cup my breast fully. I gasp as he breaks away momentarily, only to yank my shirt over my head and throw it somewhere behind him. He takes a moment to soak me in, a pleased smile playing his lips. If he doesn’t put that dimple away…

He leans forwards to press a kiss against the soft skin of my breast, teeth grazing softly against my nipple. I move to pull his head back, gripping my fingers in his hair as I pant breathlessly.

He groans, almost like a growl at being forced back. He gazes up at me, eyes hot like fire as they rake across my skin, soaking everything in. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” He demands, touching my bare skin with his hands. “Your wish is my command, my bunny rabbit.”