Wrong for You (Before You #3)(29)
“Do you want to come? Are you ready?” he asked, thrusting hard into her and then pausing.
“Hm,” she muttered, not wanting to form a sentence. Talking was overrated. Feeling, on the other hand, was not.
“Say it, he demanded, his body still inside hers, teasing the spot burning for attention, but never quite reaching it. She ground her hips against him and his hand dug into her hips, halting her movements. “I’ll give you exactly what you want. All you have to do is ask.”
“Please, Alec. Please.”
He leaned forward and she felt his smile against her damp neck. “For you, Little Violet, I’d do almost anything.” One deep thrust perfectly orchestrated with a few strokes of his fingers against her clit and she was done for. If anybody asked, she would have sworn fireworks ignited behind her eyelids as her entire body convulsed from the orgasm rocking through her, leaving her gasping for air and completely boneless.
Within seconds, he collapsed on top of her. “It’ll be better next time. Slower. I’ll take my time with you, so can I savor every inch of your flawless skin.”
“That sounds nice, but…” she murmured, her fingers drifting over the cool, damp skin of his lower back, tracing the bumps of his spine. She couldn’t imagine it being any better. Any better and she’d probably die a quick, but pleasurable death. “I don’t know. I think I liked what we did just fine.”
His teeth scored the side of her neck. “Just fine? That’s all? I’ll have to try harder next time.”
“Okay. It was better than fine. It was pretty damn perfect, but I wouldn’t mind having a next time though,” she admitted.
After a few minutes spent basking in his light, mind-numbing caresses, he rolled off her, slipped on his boxer briefs, and walked toward the bathroom. She sat up in his bed, the sheet pulled up around her chest. Did he want her to leave? She didn’t want to push him, but she didn’t like the idea of being hurried out the door, either. With her mind darting between one crazy scenario to the next, wondering what he’d say or do when he walked back out that door, anxiety climbed the walls of her chest until she felt as though she was coming out of her skin.
“Hey,” he said, his voice deep, sensual, and a little predatory as he stepped out of the bathroom.
“Hey,” she whispered back, her heart pounding against her ribs, waiting to hear his next words. She slid to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling off the side.
The bed dipped under his weight when he sat down next to her. “Were you trying to sneak out the door while I was in the bathroom?”
He thought she wanted to leave. “No, she whispered, turning her head to see his face.
“Did I already scare you away?” He smirked, but his voice was flat and his eyes were narrowed, holding her stare.
“No. Why would you think that?” she asked, shaking her head, her voice heavy with exhaustion.
“Because I’m not good for you,” he said.
“I don’t know about that…” her voice trailed off only to be swallowed by the silence.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, placing her head in the crook of his arm as he stretched out on the bed. His hands moved in light caressing strokes along her body until she couldn’t keep her eyes open and she drifted asleep.
An hour later, maybe longer, she woke to Alec’s hands moving all over her body caressing her skin. When her eyes opened, he rolled her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head with one hand, leaving her exposed breasts arched toward him and already pining for him.
“Finally,” he said, kissing her lips and then moving to her neck.
“Finally?” she questioned, her eyes still heavy and thick from sleep.
“I thought you’d never wake up.”
“What? You want me to leave in the middle of the night?”
He flexed his hips into her, molding their bodies together and she could feel his erection rubbing against her entrance. “Does it feel like I want you to leave?” he mumbled as his mouth traveled the length of her neck to her collarbone, tasting her and grazing her exposed throat with his teeth. Each delicate yet burning touch of his mouth sent mini-shocks through her body, ripping her out of her slumber faster than she thought possible and coaxing desire from every cell in her body.
“No,” she moaned, pressing her lips against the delicious muscles of his beautifully inked chest. Not even close, and that was all the reassurance she needed.
With his head buried next to her neck, he rocked against her, her body melting a little more with each movement. “This is all for you, Little Violet,” his said, his rumbling voice reverberating through her sensitive skin, sending chills racing through her body.
The seductive purr that slithered, coating his words, had her heart doing frenzied jumping jacks. “Mm,” she hummed, fusing her lips to his with as much force as she could muster. When his tongue licked the seam of her lips and then plunged inside her mouth, she moaned at the taste of him, her body already feeling primed and ready to combust.
She shoved his boxer briefs down his legs, freeing him, leaving his erection throbbing against her as liquid fire rocked through her core. Lifting her hips, she moaned as she slid against his engorged tip. She wanted him inside her so bad she couldn’t find the words. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she tried to pull him inside her.