Wrong for You (Before You #3)(30)
“Condom,” he said, his voice rushed as he pushed off her, reaching for a box on the nightstand.
“Right, condom,” she muttered, her stomach twisting from the realization that her common sense fled when Alec was around. She wouldn’t have given it a second thought if he’d just slid right into her. What the hell was wrong with her?
When he finished rolling it on, he positioned himself between her legs. “Ready?” he whispered, two of his fingers sliding along her sex, massaging her in small controlled circles.
“Yes,” she answered, arching her hips, silently pleading for him to sink into her.
Grunting an encouraging sound, he slid into her a few inches, pausing to push the hair from her face, his eyes burning into her, imprisoning her so she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to, and she definitely didn’t. His dark blue eyes looked black in the dim light of the room, but they were full of lust and need, likely mimicking hers. She angled her hips, trying to force him deeper inside, but he held firm, unwilling to move until he was ready.
Just when she thought she’d lose her mind if he didn’t move, he pushed deep inside and a bottomless moan escaped her lungs, echoing in the silence of the room. “You like the feel of me inside you, Violet?”
She released a strangled breath, clutching his silky black hair in her hands. “God, yes.” She had never felt anything better.
And then, he started thrusting into her in a masterful tempo that had her panting within a matter of minutes. She could feel her orgasm building with each stroke, just begging to be released. She shut her eyes, concentrating on each sensation, willing her orgasm to come.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “I want to see everything when you come.”
Her eyes shot open and he tore her hands from his hair, wrapping them around the metal slats of the headboard before leaning down and ensnaring her mouth in a drugging kiss that devoured her heart.
He pulled his mouth from her, pressing his lips along her face, then he moved to her neck, licking, sucking and she didn’t know what. Every nerve in her body stood at attention, throbbing and ready to tip over the edge as his powerful thrusts became harder, longer, greedier, slamming into her and then he hit the right spot and she felt as though she was flying. Spasms racked her entire body as she screamed in ecstasy. Groaning, his body went taut as he poured his release into her, but never stopping until he’d wrung every last ripple of pleasure out of her.
After a few seconds, she pulled him down on top of her, wanting to feel every inch of his skin pressing against hers. She ran her hands through his thick hair as she felt their hearts pounding against each other.
When their breathing slowed, Alec pushed off her. “I need a minute.”
She heard water running in the bathroom and then it shut off. Seconds elapsed, eventually turning into minutes and still no Alec. She couldn’t hear him moving, breathing or talking, just absolute breath-stealing silence and, oh f*ck, she couldn’t do this again and relive the agonizing moments waiting for him to decide her fate.
She slipped out of the bed and found the t-shirt he wore for dinner on the couch. Pulling it over her head, she walked to the bathroom. Before knocking, she leaned her head against the door. Nothing.
“Alec?” she said, lightly brushing her knuckles against the door.
Still nothing and blood started pounded in her ears. If he wanted her to leave, he didn’t need to hide. She wasn’t a child. Frustrated, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. Alec sat on the edge of the tub, his head cradled in his hands.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
He looked up. His blue eyes looked haunted. “I don’t know.”
What the hell did that mean? She folded her arms across her chest. “If you want me to leave, you can ask. You don’t have to hide in the bathroom.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I just can’t get the conversation with my mom out of my head and I needed a minute, but if I’m making you uncomfortable, you can leave.”
“You mean the thing about asking for forgiveness?”
He stood up. “Yeah, that and a few other things. It’s not important. Let’s go back to sleep.”
Wrapping his hand around the nape of her neck and rubbing it gently, he guided her out the door.
“Maybe you’d feel better if you shared whatever you’re thinking about.”
He exhaled. “Not tonight. Tonight, I want to escape.”
“Later?” She didn’t know why she wanted to push the issue. Alec hadn’t promised her anything, and even though she hadn’t known him for a long time, she knew he didn’t like to share. He said he needed her tonight, but that didn’t mean he wanted anything besides a warm body and that thought left her cold.
“Ask me tomorrow.” He kissed the top of her head. “Maybe it will seem better in the morning.”
“Tomorrow morning?”
“Yes.” He slid his hands up and down her arms. “I’m too tired to make sense of it tonight, and even if I could, I just want to think about something else.”
Chapter Thirteen
Alec’s eyes fluttered open, his legs still tangled with Violet’s. He turned his head, coming face to face with her very open and alert pale blue eyes. Her white blonde hair fanned the sheet beneath her head and she looked so damn pretty and fresh in the morning. It literally sucked the oxygen out of his lungs.