Chapter 34
ALEX
“Are you sure?” Emilia whispers as I pull her down the hall to the kitchen. “We should wait until he’s asleep. What if he comes looking for us?”
“I told you. I know my kid. We have ten minutes.” I don’t even want to waste thirty seconds running up the stairs.
The clicking of her high-heeled boots on the tiled kitchen floor are driving me insane.
Those fucking boots. Those long socks. That short fucking sweater dress.
I deserve a medal for waiting until we got home to do this.
I open the door to the laundry room. “Get in there, Emilia,” I growl.
“This is reckless, Alex,” she mutters, frowning at me. But she steps inside.
And I shut the door.
“Is this the most reckless thing you’ve ever done, Miss Stiles? Sex in a laundry room when there’s a child somewhere in the house?” I grab on to her hips and pull her ass against me so she can feel how hard I am through my jeans.
She holds on to the edge of the washing machine in front of her, but she keeps pressing back into me.
That’s what I thought.
I hike the bottom of that dress up to her waist and slide my hand up between her legs.
Christ, what are these—silk panties? Fucking hell. Soaking wet silk panties.
“If you want to wait, we can wait,” I grumble into the side of her neck. My hands roam up to squeeze her tits through the sweater. “Is that what you want?”
She reaches back to grab my hair. “No, I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” she hisses.
Jesus.
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about for days.”
“Me too.” I yank those panties down. White silk panties, for fuck sake. Trying to kill me. I spin her around to face me and then lift her up to sit her ass down on top of the washing machine. “You’re gonna get it hard and fast.”
“But you better be quiet,” she warns.
“Yeah. You too.” I spread her knees apart and dip down to lick between her legs, and the little yelp it elicits is so cute and hot.
But those black boots.
I feel the heels of those boots digging into my back, and I like it.
“Alex,” she moans. Another sexy warning.
“Shhhh.” So warm, so wet. Her hands are in my hair, caressing and tugging. Every single thing she does makes me crazy.
She whimpers and shivers.
“Shhhh.”
“Alex.” Her thighs tighten around my neck. “Hurry hurry.”
I bite the flesh of her inner thigh, reluctantly stand up, undo my belt, and let everything drop to the floor around my ankles.
Emilia’s eyelids are heavier than ever, and she does something that I do not expect her to do, and it pretty much guarantees that I will be obsessed with this woman for the rest of my life…
She slides down from the top of the washing machine, her eyes fixed on mine, and then turns away from me and bends over it.
She reaches out to get a good grip on the cool metal surface, and I press myself inside her.
One hand on her shoulder, one on her hip, I drive into her.
She’s so slippery and tight and the skin of her soft ass is so smooth and I may be losing my mind.
“God, you feel so good.”
She gasps, covers her mouth with both hands, and clenches and releases around me. Milking me. Jesus. Fuck it’s good.
“Is this what you wanted, Miss Stiles? Is this how you want it?”
She nods, and I hear muffled humming and squealing.
“You like my bare cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Oh my God, yes.”
I’m an animal.
“Yes, harder,” she whispers. “Faster. Alex. Don’t hold back.”
Oh. Baby.
I don’t hold back.
And she likes it. I can feel everything, and she’s trying to stay quiet, but her body is screaming and she likes it.
She leans forward even farther so I can go even deeper inside her.
I’m breathing so hard, but I let out some kind of sigh that I’ve never heard before. Ecstatic and disbelieving and grateful and sad. So many things, this woman.
I lower my head to rest my forehead against her back, because fuck it’s good and I want to be closer to her. It feels good and it feels right and it’s what I want and I will give in to this. “You’re mine, Emilia.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to hide it.”
“Alex…”
I can’t tell if that was a confirmation or a warning, and I have no idea how long I’ve been thrusting in and out of her, but I’ve waited forever and I need to come.
I need to come inside her because she’s mine.
I take a handful of that silky blonde hair and tug at her scalp.
She cries out. It’s not loud, but it’s not quiet, and it’s so hot.
She contracts, so tight around me and I put my hand over her mouth just as she screams into it.
Those sweet, plump lips, they kiss my palm and then nip at it.
I’m pressing myself against her, tensed up, and my knees start to buckle.
I groan into the sweater on her back. I’m unhinged.
The greatest rush, the deepest breath. I am completely vulnerable, disappearing into nothingness, but I channel everything into her.
“You,” I whisper. Because it’s all I can say, all I can think. “You.”
I lie against her back, arms around her, as we catch our breaths. She lifts my hand to her face again and kisses it. Ten, twenty times.
I would stay in bed with her like this, all day, if I could. But there are snacks to be fetched. There is a child in the house who is wide awake.
And I just fucked his teacher in the laundry room.
And I’m dripping down her leg. Onto her boots.
I carefully pull out of her and grab a towel from the dryer.
Fortunately, I never got around to putting them away yesterday.
I wet the towel in the sink and clean her off.
She covers her face, stands up, still facing away from me.
I can tell she’s embarrassed. That she’s standing before me here.
In a sunlit room, bare assed, and I’m wiping her leg and between her pale, shapely legs. “You’re beautiful,” I remind her.
I could take care of you like this, in every way, if you’d let me.
I pick up her white silk panties and hand them to her and then clean myself off and pull up my jeans.
She steps aside to straighten herself up so I can drop the towel into the washing machine.
An efficient and effective quick fuck.
But also, so much more.
I cup her face in my hands. “In case you’re wondering…” I kiss her forehead. “I’m falling in love with you. Hard and fast, and I refuse to stop.”
She catches her breath. Her crystal blue eyes fill with tears, but I catch them before they fall down her cheeks. I kiss that trembling lower lip.
“Me too,” she says. She places her hands flat over my heart and nods. “You.”
The rest of the day is a sweet, postcoital, Macauley Culkin and junk food–filled haze.
We order pizza. We have a long, impassioned discussion of our favorite holiday and family movies.
Ryder insists that we have a movie marathon tomorrow and we each get to choose two favorites.
Emilia agrees to “come back in the morning,” but I want her to spend the night, and it’s wrong that she won’t, all wrong.
We take Atticus for a walk in my neighborhood.
I don’t hold Emilia’s hand, and it is wrong, all wrong.
But when we both put him to bed and she reads Harry Potter to him, I get a glimpse of what’s right.
“Hey, Miss Stiles,” he says sleepily after we insist that one chapter is all he gets tonight and we’re going to turn off the light. “I’m glad you’re finally friends with my dad.”
“Me too,” she says. “Good night. I have to go home now,” she tells him.
Wrong.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ryder,” she says.
“Can you bring Atticus again?”
“Sure. He’d like that.”
“Okay. Good night.”
I kiss the top of his head. “We had a good day, huh?”
“Yeah.” He holds his hand up for a high-five.
“Go to sleep.”
“You go to sleep.” He attempts a wink.
Fortunately, Miss Stiles didn’t see it. I wink back at him and hold my index finger up to my lips, shushing him. I turn off the light and close the door, almost all the way.
I haven’t decided which room I’ll take Emilia to yet, but we will have more than ten minutes in there. I’ve found someone who’s a good girl in every room and a bad girl in every room. And I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with her in all of them.