Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

35. Chapter 35

thirty-five

I n the morning, I squirm and reach out for Adrian. I should know better. He never stays in bed. He always goes for coffee or starts making breakfast. But my palm doesn’t hit the bed. It hits a warm body, and Adrian groans.

“You’re aggressive in the morning,” he grunts.

I tilt my head and look at him. “You’re here.”

“You exhausted me last night.” He gives me a guilty smile. “Plus, I was thinking we should go somewhere.”

I sit up, rub my eyes, and glance around. “Are you serious?”

He rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’m going to lock you to the bed. I have the restraints to do it. I’ll have to feed you, give you sponge baths, pamper you, turn the pages for you while you read, do it all.”

“We can’t go out in town! Someone will see. You can’t get—”

“We have multiple days, Emily. We can go anywhere. I could get an Airbnb on the coast for us. Who’s going to spot us three hours away?” he teases.

That gets me up quickly as my stomach flutters and excitement rises.

We pack, tease each other, kiss, and manage to get coffee. I put the book I chose in my bag too, just to be sure we have it. The last time we went on a long road trip, it was awkward and I couldn’t wait to just get to the destination and watch shit hit the fan.

Now, I toss snacks at Adrian, laughing when he misses. He lets me play ‘DJ’ on his phone, going through his music options and playing songs that make me happy. We have a great time, and it only gets better when we get to the house he rented for the next two days.

It’s right on the beach and gorgeous, a two-story, Key West-inspired home that’s all bright colors and beach décor. It almost makes me think we’re in a hotel. The pool and jacuzzi in the back shock me, but when I turn around and see Adrian looking through the kitchen to see what’s there, I forget about all of it.

“Boyfriend,” I say, more testing the word than calling him, but he looks up, expecting a question.

When I don’t give him one, he smiles. “Yes, Kitten?”

“You’ll respond to that?”

“It’s what I am,” he says simply.

“I mean, I know we’ve been dating, but um…” I try to figure out how to word this correctly. I should have written it down.

“We’ve been dating,” Adrian says while shutting the fridge and walking toward me. “We’re exclusive. We have sex. We kiss. Your sister knows about us. You fought for our relationship. Pretty sure that means we have titles now.”

“Well, if you’re going to be logical about it,” I grumble.

He chuckles, wraps his arm around me, then pulls me against him to kiss me. I moan and stroke over his chest. “You haven’t had enough of me?”

“Not sure that’s possible. Let’s test it,” he says against my mouth.

“How?” I ask.

“Spending all break together,” he says between hungry kisses. “Doing this… fucking, dating in public.” The way he says it makes it so dirty. “Let’s give a relationship a real try.”

“I think we need to have a tour of the house first,” I hint. “To know how many bedrooms we have. How many couches there are. How many chairs there are… bathrooms, tables… options.”

When we go out for dancing and dinner, Adrian leads me through dances I’ve never done, whispering the steps in my ear and laughing when I get them wrong before making me try again. The next day, we go to a market to get things for lunch after having coffee and nothing else for breakfast, then we cook in the kitchen before walking along the beach and collecting shells.

We have sex, we kiss whenever we want, we go to the movies and share popcorn until I grab his dick instead of the popcorn and he hisses. He grabs the back of my neck and pushes me closer, and my stomach coils. I go down on him, his hand on the back of my head, guiding me while he keeps watch.

Anything that excites us, we do. We go book shopping and try to buy books for each other without hints. We do everything over the three days we have.

When it’s the morning we’re supposed to leave, I wake up on his chest. His arm is around me and Adrian is still snoring softly. I nibble my bottom lip, not sure how to process what I’m doing here.

I now know he was never looking for a one-night stand. I know he’s seen me as his girlfriend for a while. I know that this was never just sex for him, so that means we’ve been dating for three months. Three … Well, minus those first two and a half weeks I tried to avoid him and the eight days after the wedding, but…

But now we’re on vacation together and suddenly, things seem serious. The worry about someone finding out, the worry about his getting hurt one way or another, hurts me. I’m uncomfortable thinking about how much I like him, especially when I think about us having to drive this far away just to be a real couple.

How are we going to keep this up until I graduate? That means waiting a year and a half to do anything, to tell my friends, to tell my family. A year and a half of students and teachers fawning over him.

Will we be able to keep it up even if my friends never meet him? If his friends don’t meet me? How many times can I avoid his work events? How is this really going to work without damaging our relationship or getting us found out?

I lift my head a bit and watch his face as he sleeps. He’s so peaceful, beautiful. I kiss the sun on the inside of his bicep. Eventually, I’m going to kiss all his tattoos. No. Screw eventually. I’ll do it right now.

So, I take my time, doing just that, kissing each of his tattoos softly, slowly, stopping when I get to my favorite scorpion because I see how hard he is. I slowly lick over his dick, swirl my tongue around the tip.

He groans and his cock twitches. I grin and wrap my lips around the head, taking him deeper, slowly. I want him to stay asleep for a bit so I can enjoy him the way I want. Adrian squirms, his head turning. His hips flex like it’s a muscle memory.

Grinning, I pull the blanket off him, crawl up his body, and straddle him.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” I whisper, guiding his cock inside me and moving down.

I start slow as I see him shift, his lips part, and I take what I want from him until I hear a soft whisper. “Impatient.”

“Very,” I moan, and his eyes find me.

Bracing myself to his chest, I move my hips faster, chasing my own pleasure, feeling it rise. He curls his hand behind his head, watches me with such fire in his eyes that it makes me shiver. He thrusts slightly with me, angling his hips, and I cry out as my orgasm breaks me. Adrian grins and rolls me over, turning me so my back rests against him. Then he grips my thigh, lifting my leg, and slides back inside me as I come down from my high.

“You’re not done, Kitten,” he snarls.

A breathy moan falls and he slams into me harder as he uses his free hand to choke me. “Naughty little brat.”

“You loved it,” I wheeze, and his pace quickens, snarling in my ear how naughty I am, how he’s going to have to punish me the whole ride home, then how good I feel, how I belong to him. His words, his cock filling me again and again, his hand massaging my throat, it’s all too much.

“Yes, Professor,” keeps leaving my throat like a prayer until he draws another orgasm from me and stills inside me, filling me. I pant against the pillow, my body twitching slightly. “So good,” I breathe.

“A very, very good morning,” he hums. “I’m going to start ordering coffee and breakfast to the house instead of leaving on weekends.”

I grin and turn, burying my face in the crook of his neck and tell what’s on my mind. “I don’t want this trip to end. I don’t want to go home.”

He pulls me closer, his fingers trailing over my back. “I know you want to stay,” he says. “This won’t be our last vacation, I promise.”

I’m not sure if I’m allowed to be this happy when so much can still go wrong.