My Brother’s Best Friend Wants Me

Sienna's POV

“You really don’t wanna play that game with me.”

The low warning in Adrian’s voice sent heat straight through my stomach.

God. The worst part was that i liked it.

Actually, no.

I loved it.

Because Adrian almost never lost composure.

He was always calm. Controlled.

Unreadable.

But right now?

That jealousy in his voice sounded dangerous.

And somehow that only made me want to push him further.

Probably a terrible idea.

Definitely a terrible idea.

Still;

I looked down at my phone slowly. “You’re jealous?”

Adrian’s jaw flexed immediately.

Oh my God.

He really was jealous.

A tiny thrill moved through me before I could stop it.

I tried not to smile.

Failed horribly.

“You look amused,” Adrian muttered.

“A little.”

His grip tightened around the steering wheel.

Rain streaked across the windshield while the inside of the car somehow kept getting hotter.

Or maybe that was just him.

“What’s funny?” he asked.

I leaned back slightly against the seat. “Nothing.”

“Sienna.”

That deep warning voice again.

Jesus Christ.

My thighs pressed together instinctively.

I could actually feel how wet I was becoming from this conversation alone and honestly that was becoming slightly humiliating.

No man should have this much effect on me.

Especially not Adrian.

Especially not my brother’s best friend.

“Why do you care?” I asked softly.

Then a heavy silence.

Adrian kept his eyes on the road.

He was too focused and controlled.

That alone told me everything.

Because men who didn’t care didn’t grip steering wheels that hard.

“Answer me,” I pushed.

His laugh was quiet.

“You really enjoy testing me.”

“Maybe I enjoy seeing you jealous.”

That did it.

The car suddenly slowed before Adrian turned sharply into an empty parking lot beside a closed building.

My heartbeat instantly spiked.

Oh my God.

The rain outside sounded louder now.

He parked roughly before finally looking at me fully.

And Jesus Christ.

That look nearly ruined me.

Dark. Frustrated. Hungry.

Like he was one wrong word away from snapping completely.

“You should stop talking,” he said quietly.

I swallowed hard.

“You’re the one who pulled into a parking lot.”

His eyes dropped briefly to my mouth before lifting back to my eyes again.

“You have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

The roughness in his voice sent heat flooding lower in my stomach immediately.

I tried to act unaffected.

Though I failed completely.

“Probably the same thing you’re doing to me.”

That silence again. But this one felt worse.

The tension inside the car became almost unbearable.

Adrian leaned back slightly in his seat, staring at me like he was trying to decide whether touching me was worth destroying his self-control.

I hoped it was.

God help me, I really hoped it was.

“You should not be talking to guys like Ryan,” Adrian said finally.

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“He wants to fuck you.”

The bluntness of it made my stomach flip.

Heat spread across my face instantly.

“You don’t even know him.”

“I know men.”

His voice stayed calm.

“And I know exactly how they look at you.”

Something about the possessiveness in his tone made my pulse flutter dangerously.

I crossed my legs slowly, trying to relieve some of the pressure between my thighs.

Adrian noticed instantly.

His eyes dropped briefly before darkening even more.

The air inside the car suddenly felt too thick to breathe properly.

“Why are you acting like this?” I whispered.

His jaw tightened.

“You really wanna know?”

Yes.

God yes.

But suddenly I wasn’t feeling brave anymore.

Because Adrian looked dangerously close to losing control now.

And somehow that excited me more than it scared me.

“That depends,” I murmured softly.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“On what?”

“On whether you’re finally gonna admit this isn’t one-sided.”

That hit him hard.

I saw it immediately.

Something darker shifted in his expression.

The next few seconds happened slowly.

Painfully slowly.

Adrian reached toward me suddenly.

His fingers wrapped lightly around my jaw before tilting my face toward him.

My breath caught instantly.

Oh my God.

His hand felt warm against my skin.

Too warm.

Every nerve ending in my body came alive at once.

“You think I don’t know this is a problem?” he said quietly.

The deep roughness in his voice made my stomach tighten again.

“You think I haven’t spent years trying to ignore this?”

Years.

The word alone nearly destroyed me.

Years.

Adrian’s thumb brushed lightly against my jaw.

The tiny movement sent heat straight between my thighs.

Damn.

I was so turned on it almost hurt.

“Then stop ignoring it,” I whispered.

A dark look crossed his face instantly.

The kind that made my heartbeat stumble.

“Sienna.”

The warning in his voice barely registered.

Because all I could focus on now was how close he was.

How good his hand felt against my skin.

How badly I wanted him to kiss me already.

“You keep looking at me like that,” Adrian said slowly, “and eventually I’m gonna stop pretending I know how to behave around you.”

The words wrapped around me completely.

Warm. Dangerous. Filthy.

My breathing turned uneven.

“Maybe I don’t want you behaving.”

Jesus Christ.

Did I actually say that out loud?

Apparently yes.

Because Adrian went completely still.

The tension inside the car tightened instantly.

And then suddenly his hand slid from my jaw into my hair.

Enough to control and make heat explode low in my stomach.

A quiet breath escaped me before I could stop it.

His eyes darkened immediately at the sound.

“Fuck,” he muttered softly.

That single word nearly ruined me.

Because it sounded frustrated.

Like he was losing a fight with himself.

My fingers curled against the seat beneath me while his gaze stayed locked on my mouth.

Hungry.

God.

He looked hungry.

“You need to stop doing that,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“Looking at me like you want me to ruin your life.”

Heat flooded my face instantly because he was right.

That was exactly how I was looking at him.

And maybe the worst part?

I really did want that.

The realization should’ve terrified me.

Instead it made me wetter.

Adrian’s breathing changed slightly as if he noticed where my thoughts went.

Of course he noticed.

He always noticed everything.

His forehead rested lightly against mine suddenly.

My heart nearly stopped.

Oh my God.

We were so close now.

If either of us moved even slightly;

Our mouths would touch.

I could feel his breath against my lips.

Warm.

Slow.

Dangerously controlled.

“Tell me to stop,” Adrian murmured quietly.

I stared at him helplessly.

Because he sounded like a man hanging by a thread.

Like one wrong word would finally break whatever restraint he had left.

But I didn’t want him to stop.

That was the problem.

I wanted him worse every second.

My fingers slowly grabbed the front of his shirt.

His eyes closed briefly.

Like even that tiny touch affected him too much.

God.

I loved seeing him like this.

Loved knowing calm controlled Adrian Cross was completely losing his mind over me.

“Adrian,” I whispered softly.

His hand tightened slightly in my hair.

It was possessive.

The heat between my thighs became almost unbearable now.

“Jesus Christ, Sienna,” he muttered roughly against my mouth.

My lips parted automatically.

His breathing changed instantly at the sight.

And for one dangerous second;

I genuinely thought he was finally going to kiss me.

Then headlights flashed briefly across the parking lot.

Reality slammed back into the car immediately.

Adrian pulled away fast, dragging one rough hand down his face.

The loss of his body heat hit me instantly.

Hard.

He looked angry now.

Not at me.

At himself.

“That was a mistake,” he said quietly.

My chest tightened painfully.

“A mistake?”

His jaw flexed hard.

“You don’t understand what happens if Ethan finds out.”

The mention of my brother shattered the tension slightly.

But not enough.

Not nearly enough.

Because my body still ached for him.

Still wanted him.

“And what happens if he doesn’t?” I asked softly.

That question made Adrian look at me again.

Really look at me.

And the expression on his face almost stole my breath.

Because suddenly he looked less controlled than I had ever seen him before.

Like the only thing holding him back now was guilt.

Nothing else.

“You keep asking dangerous questions tonight,” he murmured.

Maybe.

But judging by the way he kept staring at my mouth;

He wanted dangerous answers too.