I Want You

Three

Two months later

I laid in my king-sized bed, staring off into distance, not aware of myself or anything around me.

The sound of rain and thunder in the early hours of the morning reflected my overall mood for the past two months.

Two months... it's really been that long.

I missed him, like really missed him. I missed his captivating eyes and intense gaze, I missed his deep, accented voice, I missed his hard body against mine, but most importantly, I missed his touch and the way it made me feel.

I've never felt more alive with anyone else. He made me feel beautiful, wanted and desirable. He worshiped my body as if it were a work of art, and I missed every single moment of it.

My breasts yearned for his touch, my body needed to be united with him. I haven't heard a single word from him ever since he left, not even a text message, and it's left my heart aching for him, my thoughts filled with every memory we had.

My mind drifted back to the time we first met. It was a business thing I wasn't even interested to attend, but I had to, to keep up images with William. I dressed in a form-fitting black dress that hugged my every curve with black stilettos. It screamed sexy, but retained the conservative part with the length reaching below my knees and the dress being very classy.

We made it to the fancy restaurant, and I was already hating every single moment of it until my eyes clashed with the stormy gaze of Adrian Ross.

At the time, I didn't know anything about him except that he was the hottest man I'd ever laid my eyes on and his gaze alone had awoken things in me I'd long forgotten ever existed.

Throughout dinner, I'd had my fill of his manly voice, smoldering eyes and heart-stopping smiles/smirks. My lady bits got so wet I feared I'd stained my dress and the seat. I'd excused myself to the ladies room, and unexpectedly, I saw Adrian waiting by the door as I exited.

He took me into a dark corner and trapped me with his scorching body. Up close, his effect on me was amplified. I had to keep a moan from escaping as his hand touched mine and held them to the wall, my legs shaking ever-so-slightly that I feared they wouldn't be able to hold me up.

"W-w-what do you want?" I stuttered. I was shaking with the excitement of having such a hunk hold me in such an intimate way.

"I want you," he said, right before he brought his full lips to mine. Sparks flew everywhere at that first contact, and I knew that was it.

I wanted him. I wanted him to hold me in ways I only allowed previous lovers to hold me. I wanted to feast on his amazing body that I felt under his expensive jacket as we kissed. I wanted everything he had to offer.

As his hand ran down the front of my body, a needy moan escaped, but I couldn't care, I needed him. I deepened our kiss and held his back, bringing him closer. He delved his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it, wanting to taste him.

His big hands cupped my breasts through my dress, his fingers squeezing the cleavage shown. I was pretty sure my nipples were clearly visible through the dark material, and my thoughts were confirmed as he plucked them with his thumb and forefinger.

Deciding to play in his game, I cupped his impressive crotch, applying just enough pressure to drive him crazy. I was rewarded with a throaty moan I knew would star in my fantasies.

"Scheiße," he grunted with his accented voice. I never knew cursing could sound so sexy until I'd met Adrian Ross.

He continued playing with my breasts, groping the heavy globes and massaging them. He was about to take out a breast when we heard someone coming our way, William, calling out my name and looking around for me.