my lobe and then danced across my jawline. “Perfect.”
He then took my hand and led me to the table. Hadrian held out my seat for me, reminding me of the night we’d discussed the contract. It already seemed so long ago, like another chapter in the book of my life.
I placed my napkin in my lap and watched Hadrian open and pour the wine into our glasses before taking his seat.
He lifted his glass toward me, and I did the same. We clinked and then drank. The bold red wine was heady and smoky, and it lingered on my tongue. When I was done savoring the taste of it, I set my glass down and looked at Hadrian.
There was an unresolved tension between us, like we were both dancing around each other.
“What have you been doing the last few days? Aside from driving my favorite car?” he asked, eyes glittering with amusement.
“I’ve been walking the beach and swimming in the pool. When the weather is clear and there’s sun, I’ve been coming up here to sunbathe topless.”
His eyes darkened with desire.
“I’ve had to turn the lamps on to stay warm, but it’s been worth it not to have the tan lines. Evenings are spent making a simple meal for one—I don’t know if Ingrid mentioned it to you, but I told her not to bother coming over to clean up after me since I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself. All in all, it’s been a pretty relaxing few days.”
“How did you spend your nights while I was away?”
“I watched a movie in the theater room while drinking your high-end scotch. And then I went to bed and made sure to sleep diagonally and really stretch out.”
“Is that all you did?” he asked, his voice low and sensual.
“No.” I pinned his stare with mine. “Every night before I fell asleep, I touched myself and pretended it was you.”
He paused for a moment and then he rose from his seat. “Stand up,” he ordered.
I pushed away from the table and rose.
“Go to the terrace wall and place your hands on it.”
I shivered from the intractable command and walked slowly to the terrace wall and did as he bid. Excitement bloomed in my blood, heating me from the inside out.
A few moments later, I felt Hadrian at my back. His hands gripped my hips and hauled me into his body so I could feel how much he wanted me. His touch wandered down and lifted the skirt of my dress.
I wasn’t wearing underwear, and cool air kissed my bare skin.
He traced patterns of desire across my cheeks and down the backs of my thighs until he was spreading me open.
I flattened my palms against the stone, wanting something solid to grab onto, knowing I was about to be shaken to my core. Sparks of excitement shot through me when I heard him unzip, and then I felt his erection nudging me.
“I don’t know what fucking game you’re playing,” he gritted out.
He sank slowly into me, filling me from behind. It was almost too much, but when Hadrian placed a hand at the small of my back and leaned me against the terrace wall, I stretched to accommodate him.
I felt him everywhere, my body perfectly in tune with his. I’d been ready for him since I saw him that afternoon, and I was eager for the pleasure he could give me.
He thrusted and groaned, and his fingers wandered toward the seam of my legs to flit across the bundle of nerves waiting for attention.
With a small cry I erupted around him, but he continued to drive himself into me. It felt like a punishment—for what I couldn’t say.
His lust for me was unyielding and with each plunge he branded me, sending me closer to another precipice. When I cried out that I was coming again, he gripped my hips and rammed himself against me. After a moment, Hadrian slid out of me, taking his heat with him.
In a state of pure exhaustion, I rested against the terrace wall and pressed my cheek to the cool stone. I closed my eyes and let my breath ease as I slowly drifted down from the height of pleasure.
I felt him gently tug my skirt back down to conceal me and then he took my hand and helped me stand.
His shirt collar was open at the neck and his suit jacket was wrinkled, but he’d tucked himself back into his trousers.
Without a word, he led me to