Chapter 45 Lead Me #2
When he sucks the tip of his finger into his mouth, I'm surprised I don't feel drool sliding down my chin.
My pussy thuds dully, and my entire body is thrumming to life just at being with him.
I still feel a bit vulnerable after my panic attack, and my emotions are heightened, leaving me reeling. Wanting.
A splash of sauce hits the exposed swell of my breast, and I squeal quietly.
Alex sits back in his seat, an amused expression on his face when I swipe it up with a finger and stick it in my mouth to suck it off.
I'm so relieved to see that my affect on him is the same as what he does to me; the skin around his eyes tighten, as does a muscle in his jaw.
And his face flushes slightly. Feeling desired, I give him a shy smile but stay quiet.
Everything in me wants to lean in and kiss him. To just get it over with. Taste him. Feel his tongue and lips and taste if his hunger is as fierce as mine is.
"Damn, woman. How much food are you going to spill on yourself?" he chuckles, wiping his hands roughly with the napkin. His eyes flit to my lips. "Do you need some help getting it off?" The unspoken question hangs there, but my shyness gets the better of me.
"Sorry! It's the freaking curse of having big boobs," I lament with an apologetic look.
Picking up my drink, I take a deep sip and close my eyes.
I feel so good right now, swaying in my seat to the music and sipping on my third vodka cranberry.
It's been months since I was able to let my hair down like this.
God, he makes me feel so free; when’s the last time I had this much fun? Opening my eyes, I blush when I see he's still watching me, but he no longer looks amused. He's back to being cold. Almost stone cold, based on the tightness in his jaw. Even so, fuck…
He looks so handsome.
I feel my pussy swell with need as I stare back at Alexander, greedily. I feel my pussy become even wetter with need when I realize he's staring rather blatantly at my breasts.
As if he can't sit still, Alexander adjusts himself rather sexily in his seat.
"Hm-hm. I see that," he says with a half-laugh, placing the last forkful of food in his mouth.
The waiter comes and discreetly places the black check at the edge of the table with a smile before moving on to the next table.
I go to take another drink, but gasp when I accidentally slosh some down my front. "Oh no." He turns his head away and hurriedly places his card in the sleeve. I giggle, looking up at him through my lashes as I try again. "Alex, help me," I say, barely able to get the words out through my laughter.
"I'll do no such thing, beautiful," he says in a slightly rougher voice than I'm used to. His eyes go hooded again. "I'm enjoying this very much over here."
I tip the drink again, spilling some onto my chin now.
He gets up, smoothing his hand in a lazy movement down the front of his shirt to sit in the booth next to me.
I slide over to give him some room. That attraction between us simmers even hotter as he puts an arm around my shoulders and leans in.
Without a word, he takes his free hand and steadies my glass, helping it to my lips.
I take a tiny sip before pulling away and relaxing into his side. "Thank you."
"I can tell you don't let loose like this often," Alexander notes quietly.
His fingers curl around my shoulder and tuck me into his side.
I take full advantage of how open he's being with me; I turn my face into his chest, nuzzling and breathing his scent in.
"You feel good, baby? Safe?" he whispers the last word, now placing the glass down onto the table.
He puts a finger under my chin and tilts my face up, staring into my eyes.
My soul. "Do you feel safe with me, Sarah? Hmm? Tell me, Princess."
My eyes widen. Princess?
"Yes," I say breathlessly. "I know I'm safe with you. Thank you, Alex," I whisper, my eyes lowering to his mouth.
I lick my lips, tensing at the pure electric current of pleasure racing through my body. I raise my eyes back to his, and at what I find in their depths, I fall completely. I can't help it.
Sliding my hand up, I press against the hard planes of his pecs and then rub. "I can feel your heart beating," I whisper.
His head tilts, a muscle jerks under my hand, and a flush rises in his cheeks. Leaning forward, I place my lips against his on a low whimper.
I whimper again when his heart skips a beat under my palm.
His chest rumbles under my fingers before he groans low into my mouth.
His flavor hits me harder than I'd expected.
My senses whirl, and I press deeper. Boldly pushing my breasts tightly into his chest, my hand slides to the hair at the nape of his neck and grips it.
Alexander inhales sharply, and his lips part mine.
I arch my back when our tongues touch. Our tongues dance, tangling slowly, and my own heart races out of control.
His muscles flex against me, and his arms wrap around me on a deep groan.
I let out a quiet squeal when one hand sinks into the hair at the back of my head, and the other goes to my hip, hauling me slightly off the booth and into him in a rough movement.
As Alexander sucks in another deep breath, his chest tightens under my fingers. Our lips make a small smacking sound as he pulls back only slightly, breaking our kiss. Emotionally shattered, we breathe hard, and he keeps his hands fisted in my hair, holding me still for him to look into my eyes.
"What is this between us?" he whispers in a hoarse voice.
I swallow hard, unable to speak yet.
I bite my lip, my eyes flickering between his and searching for the answer that he just asked of me. My heart flutters painfully and then begins to beat slower at the sudden, mind-numbing fear that I've pegged this wrong. I mean…I don't think I have…
Seeing my hesitancy he leans forward and runs his nose along my jaw in a wildly intimate move, making goosebumps dot my arms. His breath washes along my skin as he inhales. My face feels hot, and I squirm, trying to get closer, nuzzling him just as blatantly as he's nuzzling me.
His lips trail along my cheek. "Tell me," he grits, those two words so strained and sensually charged that I find myself becoming even wetter.
To my utter horror, I begin to pant lightly, causing him to pull away. As his blue eyes meet mine and pierce deep into my soul, searching for his own truth, that wall I've erected over my heart crumbles completely. And I know, I just know I'm not wrong.
But I have to hear him say it.
"I want you…and I think you want me, too..." I close my eyes and nuzzle against his hand, reveling in his skin on mine. I feel my heart grow weak at the feel of him so close, making me feel so connected with him. “Am I wrong?” I whisper, opening my eyes to gaze up at him.
God, please don’t let me be wrong.
It takes everything in me to say what I admitted to him earlier when he held me after my panic attack. I’d never been this vulnerable with anyone in my life. Ever…
Alexander furrows his brow before taking a deep breath. "I don't just want your body, baby. Do you understand?" His voice is rough with unrestrained emotion.
I nod, unable to speak. I clear my throat softly, trying anyways. "I do."
He looks at my empty glass before pinning me with a pointed look. "You've been drinking, a lot," he states quietly, his gaze boring even deeper into mine.
"I have...yes. I know." I blink.
He looks away. "We need to go," he says, followed by a rough noise in his throat that nestles inside my aching pussy. Letting go of my hair, he grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the booth behind him. "We can talk about this back at the hotel."
I let him lead me…and God, it feels so amazing.
So right.