Chapter 9 #2
“It’s a mix of strawberries, magnolias and freesia.
Sounds like it shouldn’t work but for some reason it does,” she said with a laugh, realizing that she was nervous.
She was talking to him during sex and that made it more intimate than their one-night stand.
They hadn’t talked, just kissed and touched and made love.
But this was different. It was deliberate. And that both excited her and scared her.
He felt a pulse of desire between his legs and realized he couldn’t take his time. He was too hot for Scarlet but then had been since the beginning.
He tongued her nipple, then scraped his teeth gently over it.
She arched again, grinding her hips against his.
He tugged at the waistband of her leggings and she shifted position, drawing them down her legs and standing up to take them off.
She stood next to his chair totally naked and he couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything except lift her into his arms and carry her to the bedroom at the back of the jet.
He opened the door with one hand and then kicked it closed behind him as he entered the room. He set her on her feet next to the bed, and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them and distracting him from the urgency of getting his pants off.
The red haze that had fallen over him lifted as he slowly wrested control back. He could do this. Still be cool and not fall on her like a man enflamed with lust and passion...maybe.
He kicked off his loafers and shoved his jeans and underwear down his legs as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. As soon as he was naked, he felt better. This was how they should both be.
She touched his chest; her fingers were slightly cold as she drew them over his pectorals.
She ran her nail around the edge of the muscles and then slowly back up to his neck.
Her touch sent shivers down his body and he felt like he was on the verge of losing control once again.
He truly wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to let her touch him.
He wanted to draw this out so it felt like making love and not a hurried coupling. They’d had sex twice the night of the gala and he’d still woken up hungry for her again. Would he ever be able to satisfy that hunger?
She was so pretty and feminine. He traced her curves from her shoulder down to her hips, trying to be cool like he wasn’t dying to caress her, to taste her intimately. But he knew he was.
He slowly moved his fingers up her thigh to her hip bone and then down to the cradle of her womanhood. He ran his fingers along the neatly trimmed pubic hair and then lower as she scored his chest with her nails.
She rocked her hips forward as he touched her, tapping lightly on her, and she moaned.
As she was stroking him, he couldn’t help but rub the length of himself against her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he put his arm behind her as he tipped her back onto the bed, coming down over her.
She arched her back as he caught her nipple in his mouth and suckled it. At the same time, he palmed her body and thrust the tip of one finger inside her, drawing out the wet tip, bringing it to his mouth and licking it.
He sat back on his knees and looked down at her. Their eyes met, and he knew that he was never going to be the same after this.
“I’d forgotten how good you are.”
He leaned down to taste her again, used his tongue to seek out the tiny bud between her legs, flicking it again and again as her hands held his head to her, her hips lifting into each flick of his tongue. Her legs tightened around him as he continued to eat her.
She clasped him tightly to her as her hips rose frantically, her legs scissoring around him. Then she called out his name and felt her orgasm roll through her body.
Her body was still buzzing and pulsing from her climax. It was nice but she needed Alec inside her.
She pulled him up and over her, lifting her torso so she could find his mouth and take it in a deep kiss. She took in the salty taste of her own passion on his tongue, as she felt him enter her. She held on to his broad shoulders and arched her back, pushing up against him to drive him deeper.
He groaned and called her name as he pulled back and then thrust into her, taking her even deeper than he had before.
He was big and solid and filled her completely.
She let her head fall back as he drove himself into her again and again.
She felt the tingling in her body, and each time he thrust into her she craved more.
Twisting his hand in her hair, he held her head so her neck was exposed and dropped a light bite against her there. It sent off a chain reaction inside her, and her second orgasm took her by surprise.
She clutched him to her as she rode her orgasm, and he lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling her.
His hips were moving faster and faster until she heard him grunt as he emptied himself inside her.
He kept thrusting until he was completely empty and then rolled to his side, taking her with him.
He tucked her up against him and stroked her back.
She refused to let herself think about anything other than this moment.
She was in the arms of a man whom she’d slept with before.
She was going to have a relationship with him whether she wanted one or not, and instead of it making her want to get up and run away, she curled closer to him.
He fumbled around for the edge of the comforter and drew it over her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m good,” she said.
He kissed her forehead and held her lightly in his arms.
Something had changed inside her and she pretended it hadn’t.