The Billionaire's Addiction

Chapter Three - He Can Look, But Can't Touch

He Can Look, But Can't Touch

Elizabeth's POV

Taking my hand Adrian leads me through the lobby. I follow like a puppet on a string, my stomach in knots. Adrian's hand is warm, his palm calloused, completely engulfing my much smaller one. Just this little bit of contact has heat radiating up my arm and over my body.

I'm undeniably attracted to this man.

My legs start to shake. Internally, I chastise myself. I wasn't the most assertive woman, but this is ridiculous even for me. I'm thirty years old, not some teenage virgin. Not that the state of my virginity should matter! It's just coffee!

Still, I've never encountered a man like Adrian before. He's right out of one of my fantasies, a living breathing embodiment from a page in one of my books...

Stopping at the elevator Adrian hits the button, glancing over at me. "You okay?"

Blushing, I nod. "That last drink is hitting me." Not a total lie. I am feeling a damn good buzz. Thank god, because if I were sober I wouldn't be able to look at him. Should be illegal to be so damn hot.

He grins. "Should I carry you?"

I just stop myself from snorting. As if he - or anyone - can carry me. I like the idea though. I've always imagined a man lifting me up, pressing me against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist...

"I'm fine!"

Smirking, he raises his brows and I just know he knows exactly what I was just thinking. "If you say so, baby." Leaning down his voice mummers low in my ear. "By the way I can. Easily."

I stare up at him wide eyed, my imagination running wild. Those silver eyes stare right back at me. Burning. Intense.

The elevator dings loudly, the doors sliding open. I jump with a squeak, broken from my trance. His face hard Adrian pulls me inside. I swallow as the doors close, my breathing shallow at being confined with him once again. I can smell the musk of his cologne. God, he smells good.

Slipping his hands in his pockets Adrian cocks his head. "You going to hit the button?"

"Oh, shit!" Hastily, I jam the button for the twelfth floor.

"Are you always this nervous about coffee?"

"I'm n-not nervous," I lie.

"Uh-huh." He takes a deep breath, then murmurs, "Strawberries."

"What?"

Stepping closer he says huskily, "You smell like strawberries. It's driving me crazy."

Unconsciously, I reach up and touch my hair. "It's m-my shampoo."

"Shampoo," Adrian repeats softly. He cups my chin in his hand, forcing my gaze upward. My breath catches at the look on his face. "Your shampoo is more arousing than a three-hundred-dollar bottle of perfume."

My mind goes blank. I can't think. Stupidly I mutter, "Who the hell spends three-hundred bucks on perfume?"

A strange look crosses his face before he lets out a low chuckle. "The women I normally date for one."

"Oh..." I don't like the idea of him dating other women...at all. What the hell, Ellie. Feeling jealous over a man I just met is so idiotic.

My feelings must have shown on my face because Adrian's features soften, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. "Ellie..." His other hand grips my hip, pulling me closer, his lips brushing just under my ear. My sensitive and deprived skin kicks into overdrive. "Your skin is so soft, baby. I can't stop touching you." My eyes slide shut as his tongue darts along my skin, tasting. "Fuck, you even taste good," he groans. Then his lips are locking over my skin, sucking hard.