"You, peacock." My head was spinning from the kiss, my thoughts a chaotic mess of tomatoes and want. I tried—and failed—to steady my breathing, my fingers gripping his shirt. "You're enjoying this. Teasing me until I'm a flustered mess while we are trying to cook."
Adrien leaned down, bringing his mouth right next to my ear. His breath was warm against my skin when he responded, his voice a low rumble. "I told you I am. Is seeing you all flustered and frustrated not a pleasing sight?"
I couldn't find words to respond. Not with him this close, his body pressing against me, his breath against my ear, turning every coherent thought into a muddled mess of want.
Adrien's lips traced a slow path down the curve of my neck, his kisses light, teasing. "I enjoy watching you try to concentrate…" He murmured between kisses. "I love seeing the way you bite your lip. The way you furrow your brow when you're trying to remember what you want to do next…"
