8. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Elena
I press my lips against his, cutting off his words midsentence. The passion igniting between us is undeniable, and I don’t resist the urge to taste him. Our tongues dance together, each movement filled with a raw, intense desire that left us both breathless. My heart pounds in my chest, jumping in anticipation. I press his back against the door relishing the feel of our bodies against each other. I can’t get enough of him. His scent, a heady mix of pine and smoky leather, envelopes my senses reminding me of those stolen moments together. In that moment, nothing else matters but the heat simmering between us. The taste of him on my lips set my entire being on fire, consuming my every thought, my every desire. With every deepening kiss, every flick of his tongue, I step further into the flames, and still, I crave more.
The world around us fades away, and it’s just him and me, wrapped up in each other’s arms. I pull away from the kiss, breathless. Alex’s eyes are full of surprise and longing. My heart is pounding, my Polar Bear stirring with primal desire.
“Elena...” he whispers, cupping my face. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I lean into his touch, cherishing the warmth of his calloused palm. “I never stopped loving you,” I confess in a rush of words. “Seeing you again, being this close...it’s overwhelming.”
Alex pulls me into a fierce embrace, his muscular arms enveloping me. I inhale the scent of pine and smoky leather that is uniquely his. Home. This is what home feels like.
“You’re the only one for me, Elena. You always have been,”he murmurs into my hair.
A possessive growl rumbles in my chest as I think of that viper slithering into his room. The Polar Bear demands I claim what’s mine. I grip the front of Alex’s shirt, my fingers trembling.
“Prove it,” I rasp, my icy eyes lock don’t his. “Show me I’m the only one you want.”
His pupils dilate as the challenge registers. In one fluid motion, Alex sweeps me into his arms, his mouth crashing against mine in a searing kiss.
Alex carries me to the bed in my room, his strong arms cradling me as if I weigh nothing. He sets me down, his dark eyes filled with a hunger that sets my heart aflame. As he peels away each layer of clothing, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation grows within me. His touch is both gentle and commanding, leaving me breathless with desire. Every caress heightens my senses and makes me aware of every touch of his hands against my skin. He treasures me, cherishes me, and adores me. And as he looks at me with those intense, dark eyes, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. With him.
My heart pounds in my chest, as Alex’s calloused hands trail up my thighs, sending shivers dancing down my spine. His darkened gaze, full of longing and desire, meets mine for a brief moment before he returns to his ministrations. As he worships every inch of my body, every touch, every stroke, and every lick leaves me desperate for more. His lips are like fire, and I arch my back, chuffing out my desire for him to continue. He chuckles against my skin, taking pleasure in my response, but he’s patient, intent on drawing out my anticipation.
His hands slip beneath my shirt taking it over my head. My pendant falls onto my chest between my breasts. Alex pauses for a moment before his thumbs graze my stomach and inch higher to touch the pendant.
“You still wear yours?” His voice is barely a whisper.
“I couldn’t take it off.”
“Me neither,” he says as he tugs the chain from beneath his collar. I reach up to touch the delicate carving of a Kodiak Bear, it’s warm from being so close to his skin. Then Alex shifts his attention to teasing my hardened nipples. I bite my lower lip to stifle a moan, but it escapes anyway, a wanton noise that only spurs him on. His lips and tongue trace a blazing trail down my shoulder, sucking, before tracing the valley between my breasts. I arch my back further, desperate to maintain contact with his mouth as his tongue flicks against my sensitive skin. His hands unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts for his inspection.
Alex’s eyes, now glittering with desire, set their sights on my naked breasts. He cups them in his large, warm hands, kneading them before taking a darkened nipple between his lips. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and I dig my nails into the sheets. He suckles me, alternating between soft suckles and featherlight licks, as if he’s savoring the moment as much as I am.
I’m desperate for more contact, but Alex is in control today. He excels at teasing me to the brink of madness before backing off. He moves his warm, calloused fingers down my stomach, sending shivers up and down my spine. He reaches the top of my lace panties, and I can feel how soaked I am through the fabric. I’m beyond ready for him, but he still won’t give me what I need.
Alex looks up at me and winks, his eyes dark with desire. “Patience. I have a lot to show you.” His voice is deep and husky, sending shivers down my spine. He hooks his fingers into my panties, teasing me with the promise of removing this last barrier between us, but then he diverts his attention lower. He trails his tongue down my stomach, across my hip bone, and over my thigh.
“Alex!” I moan, my nails digging into the comforter. “
He kisses up my inner thigh. “Elena?” he murmurs.
“I know what I want,” I pant, my body on fire for him. “I want you, Alex. Only you.”
Suddenly, his fingers find their way back to where I need him most, circling my swollen clit, but he refuses to give me the pressure I crave.
I whimper, on the brink of sanity. “Alex... please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need.
He gives me what I desire. His tongue and fingers synch up, sending me over the brink of ecstasy. I call out his name as waves of bliss crash down upon me, shaking from head to toe. My nails dig into the sheets. The pleasure is blinding, consuming, and enveloping me like a warm hug. Spasms wrack my body as he laps at my juices like they’re a fine wine, his groan vibrating against my core. With each blissful shudder, the coil of need unwinds in my belly. My heart pumps double time, each beat throbbing in time with the aftershocks still rolling through me. Every inch of my skin tingles, every hair standing on end as he withholds, then returns his attention to my clit with gentle fingers. I’m caught in a hazy, euphoric daze; as he kisses the inside of my thigh and grin against my sensitive skin. “God, Elena,” he whispers, his deep voice a hot caress against my throbbing pulse point.
As the world stops spinning, I open my eyes to find him watching me, his eyes hooded with desire.
“Alex,” I pant between breaths as he pulls me into his arms, “Why did you stop?”
As Alex comes up to lay beside me, he gently caresses my face, his eyes locked on mine. I’m aware that while I’m completely naked, he’s still wearing all of his clothing. The contrast between our states is not lost on me. His dark, almost black eyes are like pools of desire and longing. I’m self-conscious under his intense gaze.
“Alex,” I start to say, my cheeks flushing with a blush, “aren’t you going to...?” I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.
He smiles that disarming smile and shakes his head. “In due time,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “For now, I just want to look at you.” His hands trail down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he takes in every inch of my exposed skin.
His delicate touch ignites electricity through me with each pass of his fingertips. He worships my body like it’s the most precious thing in the world—as if he can’t believe it’s real or that he can touch me like this again after so long apart.
As Alex’s hands continue to explore my body, I can’t let go of this nagging doubt creeping into my mind. Why would he give me all this pleasure without taking anything for himself? Is there something he’s not telling me? The thought of him having doubts or someone else back in Seattle, or even Cassandra, sends a pang of jealousy through me. We haven’t really talked about our personal lives since we reunited. Hell, I didn’t even know he had a successful company until Cassandra hinted at it and I forced him to tell me.
I try to push these thoughts aside as his touches send shivers down my spine, but I can’t shake the seeds of doubt. What else is he hiding from me?