Alex (Cold Fury Hockey, #1)(84)

“It was great,” I tell him in a teasing tone. “Not as much fun as bonding time with you, but still enjoyable.”

I didn’t mean for my remark to mean anything other than a lighthearted poke at our insatiable desire for each other. But Alex takes it in a different way and I know this because of the fevered look that he gives me.

“Bonding time,” he muses, his voice smoky and rich and full of promise, and I want nothing more than to leave with him right now to let him fulfill said avowal. His thumb continues to graze my jaw, and he’s lost in thought at what I’m assuming is a reverie of what we could do during some serious bonding time.

“I’d kill to know what’s going through that mind of yours right now,” I whisper so only he can hear me.

His eyes search mine, flicking back and forth as if pondering the very deepest mystery. “How about I show you instead?”

Without waiting for me to answer, Alex’s hand falls away from my face and grabs hold of my elbow. He spins me away from his cronies and pushes me gently, but quickly, back toward the staircase that leads up to the main level of the Malone house.

We pass other partiers, who give us smiles and nods of the head. One person tries to stop Alex to talk to us but he half growls, half utters an apology and propels me forward. Down a hallway, up another staircase to the second floor, and right into the bathroom at the top of the landing.

Flicking on the light, he pushes me in and closes the door behind him, turning the lock with a click. When he turns around, his gaze is practically lecherous and my blood begins to boil.

“Are we having some bonding time?” I tease, thinking surely he wants a quick and hot make-out session where we won’t be disturbed.

Pushing away from the door, he stalks me…hunts me down. In just one step, he’s grabbing my shoulders and pulling me in for a punishingly hot kiss. Now this is what I’m talking about…quality bonding time.

Alex kisses me deeply, biting at my lower lip before ripping away. He spins me around quickly and pushes me toward the sink until my pelvis comes to rest up against it. The move startles me and I look in the mirror, gasping at his reflection staring at me.

His eyes are feral…his breathing already shallow. This is way more than just a kiss.

Dropping his arms down, he grabs at the material of my long, black skirt and slowly starts hiking it up my legs. I watch the progress in almost a dream-like state, my head cocked to the side in curiosity. The air is cool as it hits my skin and when the edge of the material hits the bottom of my panties, I raise my eyes up to the mirror to look at Alex. As if sensing me, his own gaze rises to meet mine in the reflection and he gives me a wicked smile that causes a shudder to run through me.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

He just arches an eyebrow at me, and yes, I know it was a stupid question.

“Just watch” is all he says.

And I do.

I watch as he pulls my skirt all the way up, bunching it around my waist.

I watch as his arm curves around me and his hand goes in between my legs, rubbing me through the wet silk of my panties. I suck in a lungful of oxygen and my body tenses all over.

“Someone might come,” I warn Alex. “Need to use the bathroom.”

He doesn’t respond but just stares rabidly at the way his hand is moving against me.

The contact is not enough for him, though, and he slips his hand down the front of my underwear, sinking a finger inside of me, at the same time grinding his erection into my butt.

“Oh, God,” I moan and my head falls back onto his shoulder, my eyes helplessly pinned to his hand as his finger moves in and out of me.

“Need to be inside you, baby,” he rasps near my ear and while my mind is thinking, No, we’re in someone else’s bathroom in a house full of people, my head starts nodding in agreement.

I’m not even sure Alex got my nod of assent but he makes short work of pulling my panties down, lifting just one of my booted feet up to quickly pull the material free.

With my unmentionables now pooled around just one ankle, Alex stands back up and bends me over the sink. I watch, spellbound, while he works at his belt and zipper, his movements quick and efficient because he knows exactly what he wants.

When he frees himself, seductively hard and pulsing with need, his eyes catch mine in the mirror one more time. He holds me…won’t let me go, and we just stare at each other. So much passes through that mirror between us.

Need.

Desire.

Insatiability.

I don’t look away…not once. Not even when he sinks into me with one fluid push and his eyelids flutter closed in rapture. He holds himself inside of me deep, his hands gently resting on my hips and his thumbs caressing my skin. Alex lets out a faltering breath, and then his eyes open, fixed intently on mine.

Then he starts moving.

Slowly at first, but before too long the fever builds between us like a volcano before eruption. I push my hips back as he slams forward, and I cannot help the moans that are now coming out of my mouth. I get so loud, at one point, Alex caresses his hand up my back and winds it round me, covering my mouth gently but firmly.

With one hand on my hip and the other stifling the sounds of my pleasure, Alex rides me…pushing both of us higher and higher.

To the summit, where both of us explode—almost catastrophically.

My cry of release gets blocked by Alex’s hand, but he can’t help the low moan of a curse that bursts out.