his cheeks were heightened with color and I could see the rise and fall of his chest.
“Keep going,” he orchestrated.
My free hand ventured underneath my sweater to pluck my hardened nipple.
“I want you to touch me,” I gasped.
“Not yet,” he said ruthlessly, his jaw clenched.
I closed my eyes and pleasured myself, knowing he watched, knowing he enjoyed the scene of me writhing on his bed.
I thought about how much better it would be if he was the one inside me, his fingers taking away the empty feeling. Pleasure bloomed between my legs and I shamelessly rode out my orgasm, my eyes shooting open to stare at him.
I’d barely made a sound when I came, my mouth open in a silent scream. No sooner had I removed my fingers than Hadrian unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down including his boxers. He sprang free, large, ready—so damn appetizing, I wanted my mouth all over him.
But he didn’t give me time to ask for what I wanted. Before I knew it, he was on me, spreading me wider and impaling me to the hilt.
I was primed and ready and another orgasm quaked. His lips took mine in a savage kiss, his hands gripping my hair as he pounded into me. Fervent, intense, it was like he was trying to purge everything that he was.
We were two animals in a mindless frenzy, and I realized there was never going to be a moment of embarrassment with this man. He would fulfill all my deepest, darkest fantasies, and be the cause of new ones.
Our bodies were battlefields of desire. To be taken and pleasured, dominated and touched, and suddenly the contract no longer mattered, because I knew what was really between us.
Hadrian gripped the back of my neck and pulled me close, angling his pelvis against me at that primal spot that only he seemed to be able to find.
I came hard and furious, clamping around him. He muttered something against my lips, something I couldn’t understand, and then he came.
Hadrian stilled over me, not moving his heavy body from mine, but he lifted himself up to stare into my eyes, his hands cradling my face. He swept his thumbs against the apples of my cheeks and kissed me so deep I felt him all the way down to my marrow.
“You should get some sleep,” he said. “I have some work to do. I’ll wake you in a bit.” He gently eased out of me and went into the bathroom to clean up.
I thought about asking him to stay with me, but I didn’t want to come across as needy or insecure, especially after everything we’d just shared.
He kept his eyes on me as he tucked his shirt back into his trousers. Hadrian leaned over and kissed me quickly before leaving me alone in the bedroom.
I waited until the bedroom door closed before getting up and tending to myself. We hadn’t used protection—there had been no need for it. I was on birth control and for the next six months we were exclusive.
Dreamily floating back to bed, I thought about what our next time together would be like. I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. Snuggling into the pillow, my mind was blissfully clear. I conked out.
Chapter Seventeen
“Eden. Eden, wake up.”
I rolled over feeling groggy and exhausted, my body languid from the attention Hadrian had paid it earlier.
I stretched and yawned. “How long have I been asleep?”
“About three hours.”
“Three hours!” My eyes shot open. “How am I supposed to adjust to the time change if you let me sleep three hours?”
His eyes gleamed. “I have a few ideas about how to exhaust you later.”
My body perked up at the thought.
“Splash some cold water on your face,” he suggested. “I’ll see you out there.”
The door shut and I flung off the covers. I slowly got dressed and then went into the bathroom and washed off my makeup. After patting my face dry, I looked in the mirror. The nap had given me some natural color in my cheeks.
My stomach growled. I quickly slipped on my boots and then left the safety of the bedroom.
Hadrian looked up when I approached, setting aside his phone and closing his laptop. He smiled.
“What?” I asked, unable to stop the grin from stretching across my face.
“I like you with no makeup. You look…vulnerable.”
My smile slipped. I didn’t like the idea of being vulnerable around Hadrian. My body wanted him; I could accept that, but vulnerability led to