40. TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-ONE
ALEX
Holy shit.
I’m kissing Eden. I’m touching her.
My hands are everywhere. Her back, her waist, her hips, her face.
And she’s kissing me back, melting into me like butter, her hands just as frenzied as my own.
They wind into my hair, finding the elastic that holds my topknot in place and tugging it free.
When my hair tumbles around us, she moans like it’s a relief. And then…she pulls.
Fuck me.
Frenzied, I tilt her head back, using her gasp as an opportunity to slip my tongue between her lips.
Our teeth clash, and my head throbs at the scalp from where she’s pulling my hair, but it’s everything I wanted. Everything I needed. Everything I’ve thought about since the first time I saw her, drowning in dental scrubs and covered in ink.
She was as beautiful then as she is now. But the ink has been replaced with a deep-red flush that disappears beneath the neckline of her dress. I trace the edge of it, her skin like silk beneath my fingertips.
Her moan ricochets through my body, igniting every nerve ending into blistering flames. When her tongue slides against mine, chasing it like she’s as desperate for me as I am for her, I haul her into my arms and set her down on top of the washer.
Need more.
Need her closer. Need to feel if her heart is thundering as hard as mine is now. Weeks of wanting her, of jerking off to the thought of her, of getting hard every time she walked in the room, has built up to this, and not even a heart attack could stop me now.
Her legs fold around me, pulling me into the warmth between her legs. Her dress has ridden up, the hem skimming across the tops of her thighs, leaving her underwear and my sweatpants as the only barriers between us.
“How could you ever think I didn’t want you?” I growl, nipping my way down her neck. “Goddamnit, Eden. I’ve never wanted anyone more.”
She tilts her head, giving me better access, and I run my tongue up the length of her throat and nip her earlobe with my teeth.
My fingers hook into the sleeves of her dress, slipping them partway down her arms so the neckline gapes forward.
It gives me a spectacular view of her breasts, so round and soft that my dick leaks its appreciation.
“Alex,” she whines, grinding her hips against me impatiently. “I need more.”
“Baby, I can see down your dress. You can have whatever you want.”
She giggles, the sound quickly melting into another moan as I sink my teeth into her shoulder.
“Fuck, even your laugh is hot.”
My hands find their way to the tops of her thighs, my thumbs stroking against the seam of her panties. Even the edges of them are drenched in her wetness, and it fills me with profound relief that she’s just as ruined from this as I am.
“Alex, I need—”
“I know,” I whisper, pushing her soaked panties to one side and immediately filling her with my finger.
So warm. So wet. So fucking tight.
Her eyes glaze over, her head falling back with a short gasp. She’s so fucking pretty. All pink cheeks and parted lips, her chest heaving in time with my own as she rocks her hips against my hand.
She scrambles for purchase as I hook my finger inside of her, her nails scratching along the washer before she sinks them into my neck instead, dragging my lips back to hers.
I want more of her moans. More of her. More of whatever this feeling is that she’s kindled in my chest. Even if it hurts.
Even if it’s driving me to the very brink of insanity.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. All I know is her breathy sighs and rolling hips.
Her wetness coats my finger as I drag it out of her to stroke her clit instead. I run my free hand up her body and yank down her dress until her breasts spill free.
“Fucking perfect.”
Her nipples are the same shade as her lips, a deep rosy-brown, and they’re hardened into sharp points. I dive down to suck one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it in a rhythm that mirrors my thumb circling her clit.
“Alex.” Her pussy squeezes my finger, her body bowing, and she releases a sound that is half gasp, half scream. “I’m gonna—”
“I know, baby. Give it to me.”
I suck harder, thrusting a second finger inside her as I keep my thumb pressed firmly to her clit.
She keens as I find the place inside her that makes her legs tremble.
Her head hits the cupboards behind her with a thud, a string of nonsensical words slipping from her lips as I suck and stroke her to ecstasy.
And, God, I can feel it too. Can feel her pleasure as if it’s my own, pulsing along my dick and making it throb.
She bucks against me, breath hitching, her body locking tight as a silent scream loses itself on her tongue. And let it be known that there is nothing so beautiful as the sight of Eden coming.
Her pussy quivers around my fingers, and my dick leaks in response. Her jaw falls slack, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks like butterfly wings. She’s so beautiful, so perfect, and fuck, I think I’m going to come.
I’m gonna come, and she’s not even touching my dick.
“Alex,” she whimpers just as her own name is torn from my lips.
I sag over her, my forehead resting against hers as my balls draw tight, and hot cum spurts from my dick, saturating my sweatpants.
Well, that’s never happened before.
“Did you just—”
“Come in my pants?” I pant. “Yep.”
“Oh.”
I pull away to look at her. My hands are braced on either side of her body, our noses just an inch apart, our gazes dazed as we breathe each other in.
She smiles. And it’s this shy little expression that is both sexy and endearing at once. I feel the force of it like an explosion in my chest. A warmth that spreads from my heart and cascades through my bloodstream until even my fingers and toes are tingling.
It feels like my heart is on fire, but it doesn’t hurt. It…glows.
It’s terrifying.
Eden must read the change in me, because she asks, “Are you okay?”
“What?” I clear my throat. “Yeah. Yes. I’m fine.”
It’s the first time I’ve lied to her.
I’m not fine. My heart doesn’t feel normal, and I’m so lightheaded I think I might pass out.
She swallows, pulling up the sleeves of her dress to cover her breasts. Under any other circumstance, I’d consider it a travesty, but I’m so concerned for my health that all I can think about is how much I need to get out of here and call Dr. Sharma. She’ll know what to do.
Eden gently pushes me away and climbs down from the washer. I watch her do it, knowing I should help, but I’m frozen.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” She frowns at my hand that’s rubbing my chest over and over, as if the motion will make the feeling go away.
It doesn’t.
I plaster on a smile. “I’m great. Never been better.”
“Mr. Wolfe?” At the sound of Imani’s voice, I launch away from Eden like I’m scared of being caught. “I’m sorry to rush you, but I have another showing in twenty minutes.”
Eden frowns. The sight of it sends another pang through my heart, and my knees almost buckle.
I should reassure her, should hold her hand or something. Give her a hug. Hell, even a pat on the back would be better than whatever the fuck I’m doing right now. But I don’t. I can’t. Panic has sunk its claws into my head and rendered me useless.
“We should go,” Eden whispers, taking a wide berth around me to open the door with shiny eyes.
It fucking guts me.
“Yeah,” I choke. “Okay.”
I follow her out the door and down the stairs, trailing behind her with my tail between my legs. I cross my hands over my crotch to hide the cum stain at the sight of Imani waiting for us at the bottom.
Her forehead creases at the sight of our disheveled appearances, narrowing her eyes at my hair that now tumbles in a mess around my shoulders, then to Eden’s, which doesn’t fare any better than mine. She looks like she was mauled by a bear.
“Loved the house,” I tell Imani. “I’ll be putting in an offer this evening.”
She nods, ignoring the state of us both like a true professional, and holds her hand out for me to shake. I don’t take it. Eden’s wide-eyed gaze falls to my fingers, and despite the crushing weight on my chest that is growing more and more unbearable by the second, I almost laugh.
“The asking price is seven and a half million,” Imani says, lowering her arm and leading us outside. “I’d recommend offering as close to that as possible if you want to avoid the house going to market.”
“I’ll offer eight.”
Eden gasps.
Imani smiles wide, red lips pulling over clean white teeth. “Well, I can’t imagine they’ll turn that down. I’ll give you a call tonight to get everything sorted, and then we’ll get the ball rolling.”
“You didn’t even see half of it,” Eden mutters, more to herself than to me.
But I don’t need to. Even if Brynn and Leo weren’t moving into the place directly next door, I’d still have no choice but to buy it. Our territory has been marked in DNA deposits.
Besides, the kitchen was stunning, and the house comes with all the amenities I could want. A gym, a movie theater, a garage big enough for my car collection, and a yard for the kids to play in.
But none of those things are the real reason I’m willing to pay half a million dollars over asking price to call it my own.
No, that would be the laundry room.