Ade | Emma
The surprise that sounded when he quickly discarded his shirt had her shivering. She couldn't quite believe they were currently doing this in her kitchen. Her eyes widened, breath sucking in as she got to fully appreciate the broad chest in front of her. It was wonderfully perfect. Emma stared up at him, a small moment passed between them before his lips were back on hers and she was pressed against him, letting her hands roam over the smooth skin. His shoulders were broad, his skin smooth. Her senses reeled, heat pooling between her legs, breasts aching. It was all very overwhelming and utterly perfect.
She had no idea what time it was but knew that Wiggins would be waking shortly. However, Emma just did not care. She was too enthralled with the man in front of her. Adrian's hands peeled the shirt from her body, leaving her in nothing but a green lacey bra, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the toned ridges of his own. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed her shoulder and she couldn't help but turn her head, teeth scarping over the long column of his neck.
It was so easy. Natural. She hadn't quite experienced a passion like this. The spark that had ignited between them seemed to be growing into a blazing fire and she liked it. Her small fingers brushed over the large bulge straining against his jeans, deftly undoing the button and letting her hand slide in, tracing the length of him.
Should they be doing this? No. Did she care? Not particularly. There was something so very addicting about this moment. She wasn't very experienced. In fact, she had one other, and it hadn't been nearly as good as just his kiss. No. Emma was content to explore what was between them while she could.