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The car ride was slow torture.
Tara’s skin buzzed with anticipation, every nerve ending attuned to Adi’s presence beside her. His hand rested on her thigh, fingers tracing lazy, featherlight patterns, never quite moving where she needed them.
She shifted, parting her legs slightly, inviting him to go further.
Adi chuckled, dark and knowing. "Patience, sweetheart."
Bastard.
The way he controlled the moment so effortlessly only made her want to unravel him more. She turned in her seat, eyes locking onto his profile—the sharp jawline, the way the streetlights flickered against his skin, the muscle ticking in his cheek as he clenched his jaw.
He was affected. She could see it in the way his grip tightened on the wheel, in the way his breathing had grown heavier.
Good.
Tara leaned closer, her breath warm against his neck as she whispered, "Are you always this composed, Adi?"
His smirk was almost smug. "You think I’m composed right now?"
She dragged her nails up his arm, her lips barely grazing his skin. "You’re holding back."
Adi exhaled sharply. "You have no idea."
The way his voice dipped—low, dangerous—sent a delicious shiver through her.
Tara smirked. "Maybe I’d like to find out."
Adi’s hand shot up to her throat, firm but not squeezing, just holding her there. Controlling.
Her pulse raced.
"Keep pushing, sweetheart," he warned, eyes still on the road, voice thick with promise.
Tara bit her lip, her thighs pressing together.
She wanted to push.
She wanted to see what happened when he stopped holding back.
The car turned into an underground parking garage. The moment Adi killed the engine, silence wrapped around them like a taut wire.
Then, in a blur of movement, he had her pinned against the car door.
Tara barely had time to gasp before his lips were on hers—hot, insistent, devouring. His hands roamed her body with a possessiveness that sent heat pooling between her thighs.
She moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as she arched against him.
Adi pulled back just enough to whisper, "I hope you know what you’ve started, Tara."
She met his gaze, pupils blown wide, breathless and aching.
"Then don’t keep me waiting."
His smirk was pure sin.
"Trust me, sweetheart. I’m just getting started."
The car ride was slow torture.
Tara’s skin buzzed with anticipation, every nerve ending attuned to Adi’s presence beside her. His hand rested on her thigh, fingers tracing lazy, featherlight patterns, never quite moving where she needed them.
She shifted, parting her legs slightly, inviting him to go further.
Adi chuckled, dark and knowing. "Patience, sweetheart."
Bastard.
The way he controlled the moment so effortlessly only made her want to unravel him more. She turned in her seat, eyes locking onto his profile—the sharp jawline, the way the streetlights flickered against his skin, the muscle ticking in his cheek as he clenched his jaw.
He was affected. She could see it in the way his grip tightened on the wheel, in the way his breathing had grown heavier.
Good.
Tara leaned closer, her breath warm against his neck as she whispered, "Are you always this composed, Adi?"
His smirk was almost smug. "You think I’m composed right now?"
She dragged her nails up his arm, her lips barely grazing his skin. "You’re holding back."
Adi exhaled sharply. "You have no idea."
The way his voice dipped—low, dangerous—sent a delicious shiver through her.
Tara smirked. "Maybe I’d like to find out."
Adi’s hand shot up to her throat, firm but not squeezing, just holding her there. Controlling.
Her pulse raced.
"Keep pushing, sweetheart," he warned, eyes still on the road, voice thick with promise.
Tara bit her lip, her thighs pressing together.
She wanted to push.
She wanted to see what happened when he stopped holding back.
The car turned into an underground parking garage. The moment Adi killed the engine, silence wrapped around them like a taut wire.
Then, in a blur of movement, he had her pinned against the car door.
Tara barely had time to gasp before his lips were on hers—hot, insistent, devouring. His hands roamed her body with a possessiveness that sent heat pooling between her thighs.
She moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as she arched against him.
Adi pulled back just enough to whisper, "I hope you know what you’ve started, Tara."
She met his gaze, pupils blown wide, breathless and aching.
"Then don’t keep me waiting."
His smirk was pure sin.
"Trust me, sweetheart. I’m just getting started."
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