Chapter Seven
Sierra
Wow. Adrian can kiss.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
He’s a prince. Of course he can kiss until I feel like my legs might give out.
As his lips slow and his hand entwines with mine, he guides me down the hall. “Let’s get out of these wet clothes.”
I find myself at a loss for words, a rare event. Usually I’m balls to the wall. I’ll act how I want to act and if you don’t like it, I don’t give a s**t, but as the light on the door lock turns from red to green, my stomach clenches and my throat squeezes.
We step into a typical hotel room. At least typical to me.
“Is this slumming it for you?” I say, shutting the blinds that reveal a view of a Brooklyn apartment complex.
“No.”
I turn around to find his suit jacket already off and him halfway through the buttons of his s
