set me down on the rear quarter panel of the wet muscle car and then pressed up against me.
“I need to touch you,” he said, voice low.
I nodded in agreement. Whatever passed between us in the car during the rainstorm, whatever unspoken burdens we’d shared, neither one of us wanted them to linger.
Touching each other was the easiest way to put us back on ground we understood.
His hands were everywhere, tugging at zippers, diving into my panties. I somehow managed to get his pants undone and then my hands were on him, too. I clasped him in my grip, making him groan.
Hadrian felt like steel and silk.
“I hate you in pants,” he growled against my mouth. “They’re too hard to get into.”
I chuckled against his lips but wanted him naked, too. And suddenly, I felt like I’d die without being able to touch the skin of his chest and feel him moving inside me.
Somehow, I managed to push him away. He looked annoyed and thwarted, but when he saw me quickly trying to undress, his grin returned and then he did the same.
When we were naked, he raised my legs to hook them around his waist, and then he thrust inside me while my back was down against the rain-splattered car.
Our eyes met and I breathed him in as he leaned over me, wanting him deeper, needing him there.
He moved slowly, like he had all the time in the world to make it last. And he did. We did. Because there was nothing but that moment.
But when I clawed his back, he quickened his thrusts, using his brute strength to overwhelm me.
His hand slid down between our bodies and teased me until I came. I shuddered around him, clenching hard. My nails dug into his skin as I rode out my pleasure.
Hadrian gripped the back of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine as he came. His jaw was clenched in strife and I found him beautiful.
When our thundering hearts returned to their normal cadence, he gently eased out of me. His stare was unapologetically hungry.
I sat up and began to gather my damp clothes.
“It was a mistake to bring you here,” he said, his voice gruff.
It was like he’d thrown a bucket of ice over my head, and I couldn’t stop the expression of hurt that crossed my face.
“It was a mistake to bring you here,” he repeated, “because there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to get any work done. Not when I’ve got a woman willing to let me fuck her against a vintage muscle car.”
My smile was brilliant.
Hadrian chuckled as he reached for his pants. When we were fully dressed, he took my hand and led me through the garage, past all the sleek and shiny cars.
“Do you drive them all?” I asked.
“Aye. Not often though. When I’m here, I usually take the golf cart unless I’m driving down to the pier to take the yacht somewhere.”
He stopped in front of two chrome doors and pushed a button on the wall. The doors opened, and we stepped into a clear glass elevator and began our ascent. I could see the stone of the mountain through the glass and the steel that had been put in place for the elevator shaft, and as we rose, the stone passed faster and faster. My free hand—the one not held by Hadrian—touched the glass, as if I could reach through it and caress the walls of the mountain.
The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened directly into a mudroom. Black rain slickers were hung up on hooks and matching rubber boots lined the wall.
An umbrella bucket rested in the corner and there was a sink. He didn’t slow down long enough for me to be able to remove my shoes. Hadrian went to the door opposite the elevator and pressed his palm against the flat glass plate and it chimed. The door opened and Hadrian entered first, guiding me inside.
I looked around at the modern, open decor. His home was spacious, just from the front room alone. “Huh,” I said softly.
“What?” he asked, watching me look around.
“I wasn’t expecting something so…contemporary. I expected…something else.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Something else? Like dogs asleep on fur rugs by a stone fireplace? Or how about massive wooden tables set with rudimentary chalices? Battle axes in the corners?”
I blinked at his teasing tone. “Kinda, yeah.”
He laughed. “Sorry to disappoint.”
We moved through his home. As much as I appreciated