Chapter 13. In Ava’s Bedroom

Adrian

Her voice cracked on my name, raw, needy, like she’d been holding it in for months. I let her nipple pop from my mouth, slick and swollen, and dragged my tongue up the valley between her breasts, tasting sweat and vanilla.

My hand slid down, shoved that leather skirt higher, fingers hooked the torn fishnet, ripped it wider with a sharp rip. Lace panties underneath, soaked through, clinging to her like a second skin.

I pressed two fingers against the damp fabric, right over her clit, circled slowly. She jerked, thighs clamping my wrist, heels scraping the pink bedspread. “Fuck, Adrian, please,” she gasped, hips chasing my hand.

I peeled the lace aside, bared her completely, slick and swollen, glistening in the dim glow of Ava’s fairy lights.

My thumb found her clit, pressed hard, rolled in tight circles while I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling deep, stroking that spot that made her choke on a moan.

She was tight, hot, cle