GRAYSON
“Coffee sounds great.” Grayson follows her inside, he doesn’t add that he’s so geared up that if he drinks any caffeine he’ll probably be climbing the walls.
“I’ll give you the grand tour.” Adriana throws her jacket over the couch. “Kitchen,” she points to the tiny area wedged between the couch and the front door. “Living room. Bedroom.” She nods towards the door at the back of the room. “I guess that’s the whole tour!” She shrugs, smiling. “Like I said, it’s small, but it’s mine.”
Grayson looks around at the apartment. Small would be an understatement, but the place is full of personality. The bright splashes of color on the walls make it hard not to feel your mood lift as soon as you walk in. It’s the same effect that Adriana has on him, her brightness and life makes him feel lighter, instantly.
“It’s great,” he assures her, seeing her blush and feeling inordinately pleased that his opinion means so much to her.
“So, how do you take your coffee?” She heads over to the kitchenette, fiddling with the coffee filter, her back to him.
Grayson catches sight of a flyer he recognizes on the countertop. He goes to pick it up and looks between it and Adriana, raising an eyebrow. “This looks familiar.”
Adriana blushes, avoiding his eyes. “That kid I told you about, the one I stitched up, he gave it to me. I meant to throw it away.”
Grayson lays his picture back down and walks around to stand in front of Adriana. “But you didn’t throw it away.” He hooks his finger underneath her chin and lifts her head up so that he can see into the green eyes with flecks of gold that shine like the sun. “Why?”
“I just couldn’t. It was nice to see your face.” Adriana bites her bottom lip and that’s what undoes him. He swoops down to her mouth, pulling her lip with his teeth and then kissing her. His body had been humming since he’d held her in his arms and having his mouth on her feels so good and so right he moans in spite of himself. He’s rock hard in his jeans; he doesn’t remember the last time that had happened just with a kiss. Of course, he does; it had been the last night he’d seen her. The Adriana Effect, he thinks.
He feels Adriana’s shock, as she remains still for a few moments before she lets herself go. Then, she delves her fingers into his curly hair, pulling him closer towards her, greedy for him. She opens her mouth to him, letting him taste her, his tongue flicking against hers. He turns her, pushing her back so that she’s caught between the counter and his body, and she arches underneath him, pushing her hips against his. Her eagerness fuels his desire. He runs his hands along her back, wanting to touch her everywhere, to feel her skin.
He summons the energy to pull his head back from hers, and the little sound of protest she makes in the back of her throat makes his hard-on throb. “Bedroom.” The word is said breathlessly. It takes a supreme force of will for him not to take her right here, but he knows that she deserves more than that. She deserves romance and tenderness and respect, and he wants to give all those things to her.
Adriana’s eyes are hooded with lust, but she seems to come to her senses once his mouth isn’t on hers anymore. “Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?” She barely breathes as she waits for his answer.
Grayson smiles tenderly at her, wondering how she can possibly question how much he needs her. She truly doesn’t understand how beautiful, how desirable, and how perfect she is, and that only makes him want her more. “Adrie,” he looks at her seriously, “I don’t even drink coffee.”
She laughs as comprehension dawns on her face, and Grayson’s heart skips a beat at the sound. If making her laugh feels this good, what’s it going to be like to be buried inside of her? The thought of that makes his already swollen cock even harder. Without hesitation, Adriana takes his hand and slips out from underneath him, his body immediately missing the contact. She leads him through the door and into her bedroom.
The bed is covered in clothes and Adriana shrugs, looking nervous again. “I had a little trouble deciding what to wear.”
Grayson smiles at the thought of her wanting to look her best for him. “You look beautiful.” He locks eyes with her. “You always do. You always did.”