He then tells me we're going to be getting out of here soon, and that just brings another level of happiness to me.
"So, does that mean we have the place to ourselves?" I ask with a smile.
"Yep."
"Perfect," I say and take both of his hands and press them against my chest so he can grab my breasts.
"Fuck me."
For a split second, Adrian just stares at me, his hands frozen on my chest, his mouth slightly open.
And then something in him snaps.
His hands tighten on my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt, and a low growl escapes his throat.
"Jesus Christ, Elena," he says, his voice rough and raw.
He stands abruptly, his chair tipping over behind him, and before I can even process what's happening, his hands are on my waist and he's lifting me.
I gasp, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he sets me down on the edge of the table.
Adrian's hand moves behind me and I hear the bag Victor brought go flying, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Neither of us seem to care.
I only care about Adrian's hands on me, his mouth crashing against mine, and feeling him inside me.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up, and he pulls back just long enough for me to drag it over his head and toss it aside.
He reaches for my shirt and pulls it up and off me. He leans down and starts kissing my exposed breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples.
My hands fly to the button of his pants, fumbling with the zipper. He reaches down and helps me take them off.
"You sure?" he asks.
"Yes," I say, breathless. "God, yes."
He takes his pants off and then kisses me again, harder this time, his tongue sliding against mine, and I moan into his mouth as his fingers hook into my waistband and, in one motion, drag my pants and underwear down my legs.
I kick them off and there's nothing between us anymore.
His hands slide up my thighs and spread me wider as he drops to his knees.
"Let me taste heaven again," he says, and then his warm tongue is on my clit.
My head drops back as my left hand locks straight to keep me up while my right hand runs through his hair.
My hips buck as I grind into his face, feeling his tongue work me. He licks around my clit, sucking in all the right places. I feel his tongue slide into me and I moan.
"Oh fuck, Adrian."
My eyes close but it still feels bright. My skin is tingling everywhere, my nerves are firing, and I feel hot pricks all over my skin.
He keeps licking me and he does that thing I like with his tongue, and my stomach tenses. I feel the signs of an orgasm rising. It comes from deep within me, and my feet start to shake.
"Yes, right there, baby," I moan.
I tighten up and his tongue forces me over the edge. I cry out as a shaking orgasm rocks my body. Adrian doesn't stop. He licks everything out of me.