Trapped, cornered, and yet

Melanie came out from the shower, wrapped in a tulip-colored towel, her body glistening with water droplets that sparkled like shimmering stars. She let out a startled scream when she saw Adryan leaning against her wall, his eyes fixed intently on her.

"How did you get in?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

Adryan flashed a mischievous grin and pointed upwards, towards her open window. "You left it unlocked," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

Melanie's face flushed with embarrassment, her skin tingled with awareness as Adryan's gaze roamed over her. He watched, mesmerized, as the color crept up her neck and bloomed in her cheeks, spreading like a rose in full blossom.

"Adryan, what are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound angry despite her racing heart.

Adryan pushed off the wall, his movements fluid and graceful. " "Don't come any closer" She said as she moved back.

Melanie's eyes widened as he took a step closer. She felt trapped, cornered, and yet...and yet, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at his nearness.

"Melanie", he breathed her name out like his very existence depended on it. What do you want, Adryan?" "I want to be close to you, Melanie, next to you, inside you" he said. "I want to feel your heart beating next to mine." Melanie's breath caught in her throat as Adryan's words sent shivers down her spine. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his eyes, and yet, she couldn't help but want to be swept away by the tide of her emotions.

Melanie's POV.

His body goes rigid for one beat, two, and then he spins us impossibly fast,

putting my back against the door, jostling the frame. Whoa. He captures my wrists in one hand and holds them prisoner above my head. "Melanie," Adryan groans against my mouth. The plea in his tone floods my veins with a whole different form of power. Knowing he's just as affected by our attraction as I am is a rush. "This isn't what you want." It's exactly what I want," I counter. I know he's capable of delivering all that and more. "You said to do whatever I need." I arch my back, pressing the tips of my breasts against his chest.

His breathing changes, and there's a war in his eyes that I'm determined to win.

It's time to stop dancing around this unbearable tension and break it.

He leans down, his mouth only inches from mine. "And I'm telling you that I'm the last thing you need." The barely leashed growl of his voice

rumbles up through his chest, and every nerve ending in my body flares to life.

Finally, our mouths collide, and the kiss is hot and hard and completely out of our control. Need streaks down my spine as he takes my ass in his hands and hauls me against his hips, my back raking the ridges of the door behindme as I use it as leverage to push closer to his strength.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles. My towel rises with the motion, but I don't care, not with the all-consuming way he's

kissing me. The caress of his mouth and the strokes of his wicked tongue steal every logical thought, and my world narrows to this kiss, this minute, this man. Mine. In this moment, Adryan Noir is mine. Or maybe I'm his. Who fucking cares as long as he keeps kissing me?

Heat floods my body in an addictive rush, setting every inch of my skin aflame as his mouth slides down my neck in a sensual assault that makes

me moan.

"Gods," he says against my throat, and then we're moving.

Wood scrapes the floor and crashes before my ass hits the desk, and my ankles fall from his back when he leans over me.

My hands fly back to brace my weight, knocking anything and everythingout of my way, sending whatever to the floor. The clock stops

ticking.

"You'll hate me in the morning. You. Don't. Really. Want. This." He punctuates each word with a kiss along my jaw, making his way to my ear.

He bites the lobe, and my core liquefies, going molten.

"Stop telling me what I want." I breathe raggedly and thread my fingers

through the short strands of his hair, tilt my head, giving him better access.

He takes it, working his way down my neck to where it curves into my shoulder. Fuck, that feels good.

My brow furrows with an unwelcome thought. "Unless you don't want me."

"Does this feel like I don't want you?" He takes my hand and slides it

between our bodies, and my fingers curl around his dick.I shiver with pure want at how hard he is for me.

"I always fucking want you." He groans as I squeeze. "You walk into a room, and I can't look

away. I get anywhere near you, and this is what happens. Instantly hard.

Fucking hell, I can barely think when you're around." He rocks his hips into

my hand, and my grip tightens along with my stomach. "Wanting you is not the problem here."

"Then what is?"

"I'm trying to do the honorable thing and not take advantage of you after you've had a shit day." His jaw flexes.

I smile and kiss the side of his mouth. "It's always a shit day around here.