Haunting-Adeline

it’s only grown with the weight of an cipa on hanging over my head.
The small light hanging over my door is like a beacon. As if the house will
make me feel any safer from the man holding me in his arms.
Instead of beelining towards the door as I expected, he heads for my car.
Despite the back of my SUV being spacey, Zade is no small man, and being
cramped in a small space with him suddenly feels in mida ng.
If I change my mind, it’ll be impossible to get away from him.
“Why not the house?”
“I’m not wai ng any longer,” he answers ghtly.
His tone is serious, and if it wasn’t for his s ll-hard dick currently trying
to play tag with my stomach, I’d think he was mad at me.
Opening the back door, the barbarian nearly tosses me in, barely giving
me enough me to scoot away before he's following in a er me, slamming
the door behind him.
The rain pa ers loudly against the car. It’s a sound many sleep apps have
tried to replicate, but nothing can ever come close to imita ng the sound
of Sea le rain.
I back myself into the opposite side of the car, but the second he realizes
what I’m doing, he grabs both of my legs and drags me right back to him.
He hovers over me, my back pressing into the leather seat and instantly
s cking to it like hot glue on paper.
It’s now that my brain focuses on all the insignificant details. Like that
I’m completely naked and he’s fully dressed, and somehow, that makes me
feel a li le embarrassed.
Or that the scent of rain and dirt clings to both of us, yet somehow
leather and smoke linger on his clothes. I no ce how small this car feels
with him in it and how incredibly ny I feel with him crowding me.
Those things shadow over the details I’m too chicken to acknowledge.
Like the fact that he’s staring down at me so intently, it feels as if his re nas
are electromagne c, and he can see everything I’m hiding inside. I’m not
brave enough to meet his stare.
Or that his hands are se led back on my waist, the coarseness of his skin
sending delicious sta c shocks throughout my nerve endings.
He leans down close, un l his lips are a mere inch from mine. My eyes
snap to his, like two opposite magnets. I can’t stop the force and once our
gazes clash, all thoughts—all those details—are forgo en. I can’t think of