Love, Lies, and Deception(46)
“I want more ... please don’t stop.”
With a wicked smile on his face, he picked up his frantic pace and let my hands go so I could touch him. Desperately, I ran them through his hair and grazed my nails down his back while my orgasm got stronger and stronger.
Alec groaned, rocking his hips and moving them in a circular motion across my clit. “You’re so close. Shit, I can feel you getting tighter.”
I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, and rocked my hips against his. “Harder, Alec. Oh, please go harder.”
Alec grunted with the force of his thrusts and I instantly fell over the edge as my release exploded from the inside out. He grabbed my face and pushed his tongue in my mouth when his release had him spilling inside of me. Alec screamed out his pleasure, and held my gaze the entire time. It was sensual yet erotic how his eyes blazed with the fire inside of him.
Breathing heavily, he kissed me hard and collapsed on top of me, still staring into my eyes; he traced his finger over my cheeks and down to my lips. Softly and full of heartfelt longing, he whispered in my ear, “I love you, Marissa. I know it’s too soon, but I do. I needed you to know before I left.”
My heart stopped for a split second and my breath hitched. He said it with such longing that if I was standing I would’ve gone weak in the knees.
Leaning my head up, I grazed my lips with his and breathed him in. I was scared to feel so strongly for him, but I couldn’t stop my heart from betraying my mind. “I love you, too. It scares me, but I do.”
He slowly pulled out of me, and the feeling of him gliding out had me wanting more. Alec held me tight and confessed, “It frightens me too, but at least we’ll be scared together.”
We laid there for a few minutes and cuddled before taking a shower to rinse off. Once we were out of the shower, I changed into one of Alec’s T-shirts and a pair of his boxers. They smelled exactly like him, and I realized that once he left I’d have to sleep alone. I had gotten so used to spending every night with him that I didn’t even think about what it would be like to sleep without him.
Alec curled against me and it wasn’t long before my eyelids started to droop. Sleep came swiftly, and I started to fall into a beautiful dream until I was jerked awake by a noise outside the window. My eyes snapped open and my heart thundered in my ears. I wanted to call out to Alec and wake him up, but I was frozen, staring at the window, waiting on whatever it was out there to show itself. Almost immediately, the sounds came to a stop and I finally saw what had awakened me. Outside, standing at the window, was a tall, dark figure glaring through the glass at me.
I did what my body instinctively told me to do, I screamed.
Alec jerked awake and grabbed me by the shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
Frantically, I pointed to the windows, gasping, “Someone’s out there. He was looking through the window right at us. I heard the stairs creak on the fire escape and it woke me up.”
“What the f*ck?” he yelled, bolting out of bed. He ran straight for the window and looked out, gazing around in every direction. “Which way did he go? He didn’t go up to your place, did he?”
I shook my head. “No, after I screamed he took off back down.”
Alec ran to his bedside table and pulled out a 9 mm pistol that was hidden underneath his clothes. Quickly, he held it out to me and said, “It’s loaded, so if anyone other than me tries to come in here you shoot, okay?”
Nodding and taking the gun, I agreed, “Okay, just be careful out there.”
He pulled out a shirt from the drawer and yanked it on as he ran to the front door with me behind him. “Lock it,” he ordered.
Immediately, I locked it and ran back to his room, standing in the darkened corner with the gun held tight in my hand. The only sounds I heard were the shaky rasps coming from my own lungs. My hands started to tremble as I stood there listening … waiting.
For about ten long minutes, I stood there frozen and silent until the fire escape stairs creaked. Staring at the window, sweat beaded on my brow and my palms started to get clammy. My heart thundered out of control, especially when a shaded figure outside the window tapped loudly on the glass.
“Marissa, it’s me,” Alec called out.
Blowing out a shaky breath, I laid the gun on his bedside table and crept over to the window to open it. Alec was kneeling down with a terrified look on his face, and I stopped cold, feeling terror snake through my veins
“Alec, what’s wrong?” I sputtered nervously. His face glowed in the moonlight, but when I stared harder it was because all the blood had drained from his face; he was scared. Alec climbed through the window and I noticed he had something in his hand. A piece of paper, maybe?
“What’s that?” I asked.
Alec climbed through the window—immediately relocking it—and pulled the blinds closed. “We need to call Detective Michaels now,” he expressed firmly.
Even though it was three in the morning, Alec grabbed his phone and dialed up the detective. I couldn’t stop staring at that piece of paper in his hand, and with a heavy sigh, Alec reluctantly handed it to me.
When the detective came over the line, Alec left the room and started telling him what just happened. Looking down at the piece of paper, which was wrinkled from Alec’s grasp, I could see something was written inside. Slowly, I opened it up—fold by fold—and gasped when the words became clear.