It feels like torture – getting compared to a coffee, that is.
But then, Adrian shook his head, deciding to take matters into his own hands. He moved behind Cassidy slowly as she continued to take small sips of her coffee and hum appreciatively.
His arms slipped around her waist and pulled her close to him.
"Getting impatient?" she asked after she swallowed.
"Nope, just felt a little chilly," he answered not-so truthfully, his lips falling to her sliver of skin at the back of her neck.
He pushed the hair there away with his nose, nuzzling in its warmth, before he let his mouth latch onto the skin. She slightly arches into his touch, and he hears the warning without her needing to say it. So, he switches to peppering small kisses there.
"You know, I can feel exactly how impatient you are…" she commented after another mouthful of coffee.
"But, really, we just did it last night. Why do you act like you're so deprived?"
