Baiting Him (How to Catch an Alpha #2)(44)

“You did.” His expression softens while he slides his arms under my back and lifts me up to face him, causing my breath to catch as he slides impossibly deeper. “You think you love me.”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“Because the words ‘I think I love you’ came out of your mouth not even a minute ago,” he answers, with a small smile forming on his lips.

“Cock,” I blurt, placing my hands against his warm chest, and his head jerks back.

“Pardon?”

“I think I love your cock.” I nod my head, a little proud of myself for coming up with that on a whim. “You missed the words ‘your cock.’”

He grins, and there’s something about it that’s a little scary, but before I can figure out what it is about his look that sets me on edge, he lifts me off the counter and starts toward his bedroom.

“Gus . . .”

“Quiet,” he demands.

My eyes widen, and my heart starts to pound; then, before I have time to prepare for the loss of him, he releases me suddenly and I fall backward, bouncing against the mattress. “What are you doing? I have to get ready . . .” The words for work get lost as he comes down over me, kissing me deeply and turning me on all over again with one kiss.

He drags his mouth from mine, then trails his lips to my breast, licking over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My body arches and my fingers slide through his hair as I silently beg him to continue. When he pulls away once more, my lashes flutter open.

“If you can’t say it again without coming, I’ll make you come over and over until you tell me what you said.”

I keep my mouth closed, and he grins his scary grin once more before moving to my other breast. I do everything I can to control my body’s reaction to him as he manipulates both my breasts with his mouth, teeth, and tongue, and I succeed until he skillfully slides his hand between my legs. The moment he zeros in on my clit with his thumb and thrusts two fingers inside me, I cry out his name and get lost on the waves of euphoria building deep within me. With nothing else to do, I hold on to him, digging my nails into his skin and whimpering into his mouth as he kisses me.

“Tell me what you said.” The words are growled against my lips, and I jerk my head from side to side—not in denial of his request but in shock as the walls of my pussy start to convulse and I come. His fingers slow their invasion, but they never stop completely, which means one orgasm becomes another. He doesn’t give me a chance to recover from another world-altering climax; he settles himself between my legs and thrusts into me hard.

I moan, wrapping myself around him, and breathe, “I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Tell me what you said.” He circles my oversensitive clit, and I shake my head and close my eyes as my pussy ripples around his cock.

“Gus,” I whisper, overwhelmed. It feels like every inch of me is on fire.

“Look at me.”

My lashes flutter open again. I stare into his eyes and see warmth, devotion, and happiness looking back at me. A sense of peace and rightness washes through every cell in my body, and I lean up, placing my lips against his. I tell him the truth, knowing down to my soul that he can handle it. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Thank God,” he hisses, right before he captures my mouth and links our hands together, lifting them over my head. His weight settles heavily on me, and his thrusts turn lazy and slow as he slides in and out. I hold him with my legs around his hips, and we come simultaneously, clinging to one another until the waves of ecstasy begin to fade away.

With both of us breathing heavily and my heart beating so hard it feels like it might come right out of my chest, he lifts up, holding his body above mine with my hands still captured in his grasp against the bed. “I don’t think I love you, sweetheart. I just straight up love you.”

His words cause overwhelming happiness to bubble up from within me, and I force him to let me go, then wrap my arms around him while shoving my face into his neck. Tears I can’t hold back fill my eyes, and a quiet sob slides up the back of my throat.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers, peppering soft kisses on my chest and neck, then cheeks and lips. I fight back my tears and attempt to focus on his handsome face, not quite believing this guy is mine.

“You love me?” I sniffle.

“Yes,” he says softly as his fingers move along the side of my face.

“I love you too,” I admit, and his expression fills with tenderness. I lose his look as he lowers his head, but I feel it as he kisses me, which is even better.

“I wish you didn’t have to go to work,” he grates out, annoyed, pulling away to rest his forehead against mine.

“I know,” I agree, sounding out of breath and just as frustrated as him.

“I understand why you’re being choosy, but you need to hire someone, sweetheart.”

“I know.” I feel a little off balance as he rolls us until I’m resting fully against his chest, suddenly looking down at him. “It’s only been two days since Christmas, and I know I’m being picky, but I’m waiting for the right person to come in.”

At my statement, his features fill with understanding. “You’ll find them.” His hands span my waist and he sits up, taking me with him. “Wanna shower?”