Chapter Twelve #2
“You’re strong and hard.” She ran her index finger along the curve of his pectoral muscles. He caught her hand before it could go lower and kissed the tips of her fingers. His cock was one touch away from exploding.
Easing down between her spread thighs, he pushed his hand beneath her curvy ass, angled her upward, and lowered his head.
…
It was like being hit with an electric shock. Cilla’s entire body jerked when his tongue touched her. Only his grip on her kept her on the bed. She clutched at the sheet to ground herself. She’d been married and would have claimed sex held no secrets.
She’d have been wrong.
In the dark, Alex was more shadow lover than flesh and blood man. It had to be a trick of the eyes, but the darkness seemed to gravitate to him, enfolding him, making her fear he’d disappear in the blink of an eye.
She hadn’t hesitated to turn on the light, wanting to see every sculpted inch of him.
Every muscle was sharply delineated. There wasn’t a spare ounce of flesh anywhere on him.
A light sheen of sweat made his skin glow.
His black hair fell around his face and clung to his neck.
He was more conquering warrior than lover, yet his every touch was meant to arouse, to bring her pleasure.
He used his clever tongue to explore every inch of her. All the sexual longings she’d buried after her failed marriage sprang to life. It had been so long since she’d felt this alive.
He lifted his head, his eyes blacker than midnight. Holding her gaze, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip and made a sound of pleasure. Her inner muscles clenched at the sensual picture. “Delicious.” The deep rumble of his voice sent a shiver of longing shooting to her core.
“Alex.” Grabbing his hair, she tried to pull him to her.
His low, sensual laugh sent a blast of heat through her. With a shake of his head, he buried his face between her legs again. When he inserted one thick finger into her opening, her back arched off the bed.
Gasping, she sucked in air, giving a whimper of displeasure when he eased it out. Then it was two fingers stretching her. Eyes closed, she savored the sense of fullness. It had been so long. And it had never been like this.
When he withdrew his fingers, he curled them upward, hitting the perfect spot.
Her moan echoed through the room. “So close.” She was panting harder, her heart galloping.
A bead of sweat trickled down her temple and disappeared into her hair.
Her breasts ached. Covering them with her hands, she lightly squeezed.
He sucked on her clit as he drove his fingers deep.
A growl vibrated around the sensitive bud, sending her over the edge.
Her body writhed and jerked as her release slammed into her.
Her breath caught in her throat, her sex squeezing his fingers.
It was the most explosive orgasm she’d ever had, but it wasn’t enough.
“I want you,” she gasped out.
His expression bordering on feral, he stood beside the bed, towering over her. Instead of feeling vulnerable, a sense of power shot through her. She rolled her hips and arched her back.
He practically ripped the jeans from his body, pausing only long enough to dig a condom out of his wallet. Good thing one of them had thought about protection. It was shocking that it hadn’t even entered her mind.
She prided herself on being responsible, but something about him brought out her wilder, more impulsive instincts. The last thing she’d been looking for was a lover. Then Alex had crashed into her life.
“You came prepared?”
He quickly rolled the barrier on and climbed back on the bed. “I bought a box when I was out this morning.” He gently pushed several damp strands of hair off her face. “I didn’t want to be caught without protection if we ended up in bed.”
She didn’t know whether to be grateful or annoyed by his preparedness, even though she’d had similar thoughts. If anyone had seen him buying condoms at the local pharmacy and found out where he was staying, the gossip would be rampant.
Reputation had been everything to her grandmother. Owning a business in a small town, it mattered to Cilla, too, but there was no way she was stopping. It was too late, anyway. The damage, if there was any, had already been done. “Thank you for taking care of it, for taking care of me.”
Something flashed in his eyes—pain, despair—so fast she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it. Then his lips on hers silenced everything but the passion that exploded each time they touched.
His used his knees to spread her legs, making a place for himself between them.
The head of his erection pressed against her opening.
She flinched when he pushed forward. He was big and she was tight, and it had been a long time since she’d made love.
Even before the separation and divorce, the last twelve months of her marriage had been spent with her and her ex living mostly separate lives.
Alex pushed past the initial resistance until the broad head of his shaft was settled inside.
Her inner muscles fluttered wildly, her body adjusting to accommodate him.
Raising his head, he caught her gaze, never looking away as his hips flexed forward.
Hard and hot and pulsing, he slid deeper.
She clung to his biceps, panting heavily, forcing herself to relax.
He paused halfway. “You okay?” Every one of his muscles appeared to be carved from stone. His skin glistened as he held himself still, a living statue.
She clutched his flanks with her thighs. “Finish it.”
With a mighty groan, he surged forward. She cried out, a combination of pain and pleasure, as her body struggled to accept him.
He buried his face against her neck, his breath hot on her skin.
Heart slamming against her chest, she wrapped her arms around him and held on.
Every flex of his cock rippled through her sex.
They were as physically connected as two people could be.
The scent of sex mixed with roses permeated the sultry air.
He lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
Then he began to move. Slowly, at first, he pulled back before easing his hips forward.
The rasp of his thickness against her inner walls sent spirals of pleasure rushing through her.
Before too long, it wasn’t enough. Digging her nails into his slick skin, she arched up to meet each inward stroke. “More,” she demanded.
A muscle in his jaw flexed. His nostrils flared. Then his hips began to piston faster and harder until all she could do was hang on. It was totally exhilarating, scary, and more than a little out of control.
With each inward thrust, he made sure he stroked against her clit, driving her up and up until there was nowhere left to go. “Alex!” Screaming his name, she shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her vision blurred. Reality spun away. There was only now. There was only Alexiares.
With a roar, he came, bucking hard against her, driving deep twice more before collapsing on top of her. His weight, the sheer size of him, threatened to suffocate her. With a curse, he withdrew and fell face down on the bed beside her, both of them gasping as if they’d run full-out for a mile.
He’d ruined her for other men. Primal was the best word she could think to describe it, but there’d been an underlying tenderness that brought tears to her eyes.
Alexiares Blackwell was the kind of lover a woman dreamed of finding but rarely did.
Whether it was the fierce chemistry that sizzled between them, the intensity of the situations they’d dealt with since meeting, timing, or a combination of all the above, what they’d shared tonight would be impossible to replicate with anyone else.
And he would soon be gone.
He stirred and turned onto his side, his intense gaze studying her. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” A muscle flexed in his jaw when his fingers grazed the bruise on her arm.
Placing her palm against his cheek, she shook her head. “You didn’t hurt me. You destroyed me. That was…” There were no words.
A slow grin curved his lips and satisfaction gleamed in his eyes.
She barely kept from rolling her eyes. He was pleased with himself.
She couldn’t fault him, especially not when she was basking in the aftermath of the most stupendous orgasm ever.
He dragged the tip of his finger down the bridge of her nose and brushed it across her upper lip. “It was.”
She laughed, unable to help herself. “You’re good and you know it.” Her bed was a queen, but it wasn’t nearly big enough for a man his size. It was a tight fit for the both of them. She rubbed her foot along his calf.
“I need to deal with this.” He rolled off the bed and padded to her bathroom. It was practical to deal with the condom, but she couldn’t help but feel letdown that he didn’t stay and snuggle.
It’s too hot to snuggle. The sheets were damp from sweat and the heat they’d generated.
Would he leave or stay? The proper etiquette on how to deal with a torrid affair hadn’t been part of Grandmother Eleanor’s lessons.
Her grandmother would be appalled by her actions.
Rosa would applaud, give Cilla a high-five, and then worry about her.
Huffing out a breath, she stared at the ceiling. She was giving herself a headache worrying about what came next. Relax and go with the flow. Words of wisdom, for sure, but easier said than done and not how she normally operated.
Whatever happened, she promised herself she wouldn’t have regrets. Every woman deserved one night of unbridled passion with a magnificent lover.
Water ran in the sink and then he was back. She expected him to grab his jeans and leave. He stared at her for a long moment before lying down beside her and pulling her into his arms.
Ridiculously happy their night together wasn’t over, she rested her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and laid her hand on his chest. Lulled by the heat, the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm, and the sense of safety his presence provided, she fell asleep.