Chapter 16 #2
She wrapped her legs around his hips and let out a shuddering gasp when his hands palmed her ass, grinding her into him, pulling matching gasps from him as he stumbled the last few feet into his bedroom, an uneven “Fuck me” breathed against her skin when she nipped at the sharp edge of the jawline that had tempted her for weeks.
“Yes, please,” she answered, giggling at the sardonic grin he shot her before he dropped her down to the bed.
He lifted a brow at her and her laughter died as he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it away, exposing his long, lean frame, the sharp cut of muscles in his chest, and his stomach lightly lined with hair, shorts slung low at his hips.
Her breath caught in her throat. He was gorgeous in the golden light that poured in from the wall of windows that framed the ocean in the distance.
Never one to back down, she crawled toward the edge of the bed, rising to her knees when she was close enough to feel the warmth of his body radiating onto her skin.
She lifted her shirt up, his hands joining hers, and then her grasp falling away as he finished the job.
He gazed down at her as he let the shirt fall to the floor.
“Still the most incredible-looking thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck, Penny, do you know what you do to me?”
Running her hands over the plains of his chest, grinning at the light hiss he expelled when her blunt nails scraped against his skin, she said, “Why don’t you show me?”
Challenge lit in his eyes as he pressed forward, his mouth capturing hers, trapping her hands between them as his body lined up with hers.
He bumped her backward toward the mattress and lowered her to the sheets as his hands and mouth danced over her skin, trails of open-mouthed kisses at the lace edges of her bra.
Goose bumps rose along the path of calloused fingertips at the waistband of her shorts, then under the elastic and around to the rise of her ass.
As he lifted her up and into him, the overwhelming sensations prevented her from doing anything other than writhe into the contact, nails digging little half-moons into his shoulders.
“Alex,” she managed as his tongue traced the contour of her abdomen toward her belly button, and he stopped to look up at her, chin resting on the rise of her hip, a clear question written across his face.
He hooked a finger into her shorts, and the small secret smile she sent his way was all the permission he needed. The scrape of that stubble against the inside of her thighs was almost enough to do the job, but his clever mouth was just as adept at driving her wild.
When she finally came back to herself, his head was pillowed on her thigh, lips gleaming and swollen, hair a wreck from what her hands had done to it. He looked as smugly satisfied with himself as she had to admit he deserved.
He was truly the most ridiculously gorgeous man she’d ever seen.
He brought himself back up her body and pressed a kiss to her lips.
Before he could pull away, she deepened it, wrapping her arms fully around him, and then hooked her leg around his hip and rolled them over.
He stared up at her, his hands falling to her hips when she reached back to unfasten her bra.
She let it fall between them before tossing it away and settling against him fully.
“Like this?” she asked as he reached one hand up to cup her breast, the rough pad of his thumb sending shock waves over her skin.
“However you want me, Pen,” he said as she slid down his powerful thighs, pulling his shorts with her, and then allowing herself a little giggle at the socks still on his feet. She rid him of those as well and waited as he rolled to his side to dig through the drawer of his nightstand for a condom.
She took it from him and then let him watch, eyes heavy-lidded with passion, as she deftly had it on him in seconds.
He settled back against the pillows and reached for her hand, twining their fingers together as she straddled him again, taking him in, slowly letting the stretch wash over her, familiar and foreign at the same time.
A roll of her hips at the perfect angle sent a swell of heat through her and pulled a soft “Yes” from her throat.
They rocked together, his fingertips running up and down the line of her back, her mouth at the cords of his neck, until she was shaking in his arms, losing herself as he let her ride out wave after wave of it.
Opening her eyes finally, she let out a shaky breath and marveled at the feeling of him still inside her.
His grip flexed against her hips; he was clearly holding himself back, waiting for her.
“Incredible,” he murmured as her hands slid up into his hair.
She lightly scratched her nails against his scalp, and then a short tug at the ends drew a deep rumbling groan from his throat.
“I need—” His words cut off when she pulled just a little harder.
“Fuck, Pen, please,” he begged, but didn’t he know? She would give him whatever he wanted.
“What do you need?” she asked, her grip tightening again. “Tell me exactly what you want, Alex.”
A growl tore out of him and she felt his control snap as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, getting the leverage he needed to begin thrusting up into her again.
“I want to fuck you until your voice is raw from screaming my name.” With a hand at the center of her back, he laid her down against the mattress and kept up his rhythm.
“I want to fall asleep inside you and wake up tomorrow morning with you still wrapped around me. I want that every single morning.”
She loved it when his control broke.
He rose up on his hands, one on either side of her head, and she stared up at him in awe.
God, she wanted that, too. So much. But when he picked up his pace, dropping down to his elbows, finding that sweet friction again where they were joined, she could only answer with her body, arching up to meet him as he drew new levels of pleasure she hadn’t known existed.
And then one word managed to fall from her lips, the only word he’d asked for tonight. “Alex,” she called mindlessly, desperate for more, wanting everything he could give her. His name spurred him on, brought him to a new level.
“C’mon, love,” he grunted through the mind-blowing press of their bodies. “One more, give me one more and take me with you. Can you do that for me, Pen?”
The honeyed gravel of his voice begging her was the last little push she needed before she let go entirely, his shaking oblivion only a fraction behind hers.
So good.
Too good.
Somehow better than she remembered, the rare moment where her memory had failed her.
She wanted him, just like this, forever.
And wasn’t that the scariest part of it all?