Chapter 30 Morning Cardio
ADRIANA
My eyes slowly opened and the sun wasn’t blinding me this time.
My body had also stopped aching like I’d gone to fight a war and the hunger and thirst I’d ignored earlier were now fighting to be noticed.
I tried to stand up, to get to that tray Elijah had dropped earlier, but no matter how much I tried I just couldn’t. His large muscled arm was wrapped around my waist and I was trying so hard not to wake him up.
I seriously needed to hit the gym. I kept trying, wriggling myself out of his grip but it just became tighter and he pulled me toward himself again.
Tired and exhausted, I lay on the bed, wondering how I was going to get out of this arm cage. He was sleeping deeply and it would be cruel of me not to care about that. He had been up with me for the entire night yesterday and had held me to sleep.
As I lay there, supposedly thinking about how to get up, I didn’t feel like it anymore. I felt comfortable and cozy. I felt like a kid in their mother’s arms so I snuggled into him more, wanting to feel every bit of his chest muscles that were giving me the body heat I needed.
I don’t even know what was wrong with me at that point but as close as I was to him, it still didn’t seem enough so I tried to push myself into his hold more.
“Adriana,” he groaned and finally gave me the proximity I had been looking for and my mouth fell open. “Stop moving so much. You’re asking for more than you can handle.”
I could feel his morning wood poking my back and it was hard. Very hard.
Heat rose on my face and I tried to regulate my breathing because I knew he could tell when my heartbeat got faster.
He was back asleep because I could hear his snoring.
Maybe it was the fact that I had just shifted and the whole thing about me being in heat was happening.
But I thought being in heat only happens when you are with your mate?
Anyway, I decided that I wanted more than I could handle and I moved again, purposely grinding my butt into his crotch.
“Stop moving, baby girl.” His morning voice was deep and growly.
The fact that he called me baby girl, combined with that deep bass and his warm breath because his mouth was by my ear, caused goosebumps to rise on my skin.
I could feel the butterflies in my stomach urging me to move further and cause more trouble. Although I wasn’t ready for the consequences of it, I still wanted to know what was going to happen when I did it.
So I did it.
One last time, I rubbed up against him even harder than before and I should have known I wasn’t going to get away with it.
He got up with such strength and precision that with one move, he was right above me with both my hands pinned at either side of my head and he was staring right at me with his chain dangling between us.
I should have looked away but trouble seemed to be on my mind today so I didn’t. I maintained eye contact and even took it down to his lips and back to his eyes so he’d know what I was asking for.
In a split second, he took my lips, sending me into a daze because I only hoped it was going to happen but I didn’t know he was actually going to go ahead with it.
He released one of my hands so he could grip my face and angle his head, deepening the kiss. He was now laying next to me, his body still above mine and he pulled my leg to rest on top of his body.
That action made me want to take charge and I did. I got on top of him, straddling him, and pushing my fingers through his hair and as I pulled them, he moaned.
I’d learned that from Landon.
I felt that he didn’t need his shirt anymore so I pulled him up and with one move, the shirt was off him. We didn’t go back to kissing right away, our eyes just stayed there, having the conversation that our lips couldn’t.
I wanted him and he wanted me too. That was clear.
But there were still so many bridges to cross before we finally got there.
His lips were swollen and I'm sure so were mine.
I raised my hands to place on his chest that held beaded balls of sweat all over it. I couldn’t resist pulling him back to me.
It was like he was waiting for me to make the move because as soon as I did, he took charge again and with one flip, I was on my back and he was hovering over me again.
This time, it was my shirt that was going to come off and he held onto it for some moments, to see if I would push his hands off and when I didn’t, he tugged it over my head.
That was when the warning bells in my head started to go off.
If I actually went ahead with this, then there was no turning back. I wouldn’t be able to take it back.
Taking off my shirt left just my bra on display for him and he took that opportunity to have a feel of what lay inside my bra. I had boobs quite on the large scale so even though I wore a bra, he could still see quite a lot.
He stopped, like he was asking for permission.
I was going to give it to him but then again. I’m sure he has a lot of experience that I could never match up to.
His hands were reaching for my clasps when I stopped him.
“Wait, I don’t think I can do this.”