Chapter 27
JANE
I’d honestly started wondering if perhaps I’d misread Alex and he didn’t want me at all. When he’d said last night that he wasn’t going to fuck me, following with that explanation about us being half-drunk, I’d thought that was okay.
Admirable, even.
But this morning, when he’d been so obviously turned on, in bed with me on a stormy morning and he’d still rolled out of bed? Well, I’d wondered. Not even just wondered. I’d worried. I’d thought that maybe I wasn’t his type or that something about me or our situation had put him off.
I wasn’t wondering or worrying anymore, though. The mighty Alex Westwood stood on his knees on the bed in front of me, naked as the day he’d been born and so hard, his shaft seemed to have been carved from stone.
He was thick and long, his veins bulging and his tip shiny and wet. A few moments ago, when he’d kicked off his pants and pulled his hoodie off with one fist clutched around his collar, I hadn’t been sure what to expect.
That wasn’t true anymore, either. Alex slid a hand into my hair, those piercing green eyes burning into mine as he tightened his grip and slowly moved my head forward. It looked like my darling husband really was always in control, no matter how close he was to losing it.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t stop smiling. I’d wanted this for longer than I was willing to admit, my panties damp again where I was already aching for him.
I moved willingly, holding his gaze. I parted my lips and he groaned when I licked a line around his tip before sucking him into my mouth, wrapping my hand around the base of him where he didn’t quite fit.
“Shit, Jane,” he panted, his fingers tightening in my hair. It sent a delicious zing of pain through my scalp that traveled down my spine and landed right between my legs. “That’s it, Killer. God, yes. Just like that.”
Oh. He’s verbal like this too. Good to know.
I sucked him in further, moving my hand in unison with my mouth and wrapping the fingers of my other hand around his hip. Holding him tight, I went to work, learning him the way he’d so painstakingly done with me last night.
As turned on as I already was, I made a mental note of where I’d licked when he groaned, what I’d done to make him suck in a breath, and how much he seemed to like it when I dug my fingernails into his hip just a little bit.
My nipples brushed against the inside of my borrowed shirt, even just the cotton against them making me tremble.
Alex’s hips started moving, rocking into my mouth. My hand not wrapped around him dropped to the waistband of my sweats. It hadn’t even been a conscious movement, but he noticed it immediately, pulling back so abruptly that his cock released from my lips with a wet pop.
“Oh, hell no,” he said raggedly, reaching for the hem of the hoodie and quickly pulling it up and over my head. “That’s my job now, Killer. If you want to be touched, I’m going to be doing the touching.”
“But what if—”
He shot me a look that was half heat, half amusement. “Can we just not right now?”
“Not what?”
Groaning, he laid me back on the bed with his hands against my shoulders.
He hooked his fingers around my waistband and rolled the pants and panties down.
“Not discuss semantics. Obviously, that’s not a general rule that’s always going to be applicable.
Hell, give me a couple hours and I’ll watch you touch yourself, but right now, I’m going to be the one doing the touching. ”
“I thought you were almost there.”
The corners of his eyes tightened a fraction as he tossed my clothes away and lowered his head to mine. “I am almost there, Killer. Way too close for comfort actually, if you must know, but that doesn’t change the facts.”
He kissed me hard but then pulled away and winked at me. “Besides, I told you where I was going to come, didn’t I?”
I let out a sound that should’ve been humiliating but wasn’t, arching my back when he spread my legs with his hands and kissed a path down the length of my body.
Without even trying to stop him, I ran my fingers into his hair when he brought his lips to my clit and sucked it between his teeth, relishing that sweet relief that cascaded through me at the contact.
Alex, it was turning out, really was something else in bed. I was here for it. Actually, I wasn’t even just here for it, I was living for it.
He stroked a finger along my seam before dipping it into me. I shuddered, moaning his name as my hips arched and my eyelids fluttered shut. As soon as his name left my lips, I felt him shiver, followed by a long, low groan against my core.
“Don’t do that, Jane,” he tried warning me, but I opened my eyes, glancing down to find him staring up at me.
“Alex,” I moaned again, gaze locked on his, and I saw the moment he decided that enough was enough.
For both of us.
Dark eyebrows sliding together, he sighed but then climbed off the bed, his tight ass flexing and releasing. He walked over to his bag and came back with a massive box of condoms. My eyebrows shot up.
“You came prepared, huh?”
A slow smirk spread on his lips. “I was a boy scout once. It only lasted for about two days, but that was enough for me to realize the importance of proper preparation.”
I laughed, surprised that even now, that came so easily with him. As I watched, he ripped open the sealed box, drew one of the packages out, and tore it open. All without breaking eye contact with me.
My gaze dropped to watch him roll on the condom with sure, steady strokes. My insides tightened with anticipation, another rush of heat pooling between my legs.
As soon as he was done, he climbed back on the bed, suddenly moving with a predatory kind of grace as he crawled toward me. “You’re not allowed to judge me by this first performance, got it?”
I arched an eyebrow, already hooking a leg around his hip and sliding down underneath him. “Don’t worry, Alex. I’ve already got a pretty good idea of what you’re capable of.”
“It’s going to be fast.”
“Bullshit, it’s been over twelve hours since we first started,” I murmured as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. “Stop worrying and just feel.”
“Pretty sure that’s my line,” he replied on a husky rasp as he lined himself up, his broad tip pressing against my entrance as his mouth moved to mine.
As he took my lips in a searing kiss, he thrust into me, not careful or controlled, but a hard, powerful movement that made me feel him everywhere all at once. I cried out into his mouth, wrapping myself around him like a koala bear just to make sure he couldn’t leave. Couldn’t stop.
Alex’s length dragged against every little part inside me, a wet slide against every sensitive nerve that made me understand for the first time ever why some people raved about sex the way they did.
This felt amazing, so good that I wondered what I’d been doing wrong before until it popped into my head that it wasn’t about what I’d been doing wrong. It was about what he was doing right.
His hips drove into me in a perfect rhythm, so steadily that it dragged me under and made me get lost in the euphoria of it all. Before I could even begin to figure out how to give back as good as I got instead of simply moving with him, I felt that exquisite tension starting to knot deep inside.
I gasped into his mouth, trembling as the knots kept tightening until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. My nails dug into his shoulders, my body suddenly too small for my lungs. “Alex.”
It came out as more of a squeak this time, but the sound didn’t make him break stride. He just kept going, his voice soothing but rough. “I’m right there with you, Jane. Come for me, Killer. I want to feel you.”
Those words were the match that made me detonate. Every muscle in my body tensed, my hearing cutting out and my eyes slamming shut as the orgasm took over, waves of pleasure crashing into me until I was a writhing, screaming mess, feeling like I was made entirely of bliss.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, I was vaguely aware of Alex’s cursing, then tensing above me before he swelled deep within.
Finally managing to open my eyes, I looked up in time to see his head drop forward, that thick mop of dark hair hanging across his forehead and his handsome features contorted.
It lasted a few more seconds before he relaxed, a blissed-out smile on his lips as he blinked his eyes open and looked right at me. “That was…” He trailed off, still breathing hard.
I returned his smile, nodding my agreement as I licked my lips. “Yeah, I know.”
He chuckled and rolled off me but immediately wrapped an arm around my waist to bring me with him.
I rested my head on his shoulder, struggling to keep my eyes open as I caught my breath.
I felt more than saw when he removed the condom, too caught up in the afterglow to do much more than cuddle into him.
I didn’t know how long we lay there just like that, but I only opened my eyes again when I felt him running his fingertips gently along the curve of my side.
He was already looking at me with a glint in his eyes that was becoming familiar, those deep green eyes flickering with a very particular kind of fire.
“You’re not serious,” I murmured, laughing softly as I shook my head against his shoulder. “Already?”
He smirked, dropping his chin in a nod as he rolled over, using his body to roll me onto my back. “We’re just getting started with our honeymoon, Mrs. Westwood. What kind of husband would I be if I wasn’t serious?”
I looked up at him, gorgeous, relaxed, and a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, and somehow, I felt the first stirrings of desire again myself. “You meant it when you said you weren’t going to be able to stop, didn’t you?”
“One thing you’ll learn about me is that I always mean what I say,” he murmured, lowering his head to my shoulder and pressing a soft kiss there. “Especially when it comes to how much I want you, Killer.”
“I think I’ve already learned that.” I ran my fingers into his hair, wondering how the heck we’d gotten here, but I definitely wasn’t mad about it. “Luckily, it’s not like we can really go anywhere.”
He smiled as he dragged his lips from my shoulder to my chest, making me suck a breath as he ran his tongue around one of my nipples. “At this rate, we’re probably going to have to be snowed in all week.”
I let out a breathless chuckle. “The blizzard is supposed to last for a week?”
“No clue.” He nipped at my skin and let out a groan as he kissed the slight sting away. “It doesn’t really matter. We’re not getting out of this bed anytime soon, unless you’ve finally changed your mind about wanting breakfast?”
Those eyes came up to meet mine and I slowly shook my head. “Nah. We’ll see what we can rustle up later. I’m happy exactly where I am for now.”
And strangely, it was so, so true. Being married to Alex Westwood was actually making me happy. Happier than I’d been in a really long time. I knew it was unlikely to last forever, but for now, I really was positively ecstatic right exactly where I was.