But her voice still carries strong. "Please. Help me forget today."
Releasing my pent-up breath slowly, I open my eyes and bring my free hand up to wrap around her waist. Pulling her in until my erection is pressing into her stomach, I look down at her. "You're sure?"
Nodding her head, she says, "I'm sure. And don't be soft and sweet with me. Really make me forget today."
Chapter 16
Sutton
I know this boldness is stemming from the really crappy and stressful day I've had, but I know I want Alex more than I've ever wanted another man. He's been taking his time with me because he wants to develop our "connection."
Well, the connection is developed. Done. Complete.
I realized that the minute I pulled up to the curb by my house and saw both Brandon and Alex standing at the bottom of my porch. Immediate annoyance flashed through me when I saw Brandon.
But Alex?
An array of emotions and feelings overwhelmed me. Excitement, lust, tenderness, happiness, fear.
Yes, even the fear I felt caused my skin to tingle in a delicious way, because I knew that after tonight, things were going to change between us. I knew that the rash decision I had made to pick up some condoms on the way home was probably the best decision I had made in a while, but it didn't stop me from being a little scared about trying to seduce Alex into my bed. This was a first for me and I hope I didn't make a fool out of myself. I really hope I didn't make a fool of myself because I have to admit I did like the power I held while making my desires known to Alex.
I truly wanted to forget the horrendous nature of today. Of watching Mara lying in a hospital bed, with pale skin and bruised shadows under her eyes. I hated seeing the self-loathing in her gaze when she first opened her eyes to look at me, just before turning her head away to stare blankly at the wall. I'm losing her … I can feel it, and I need something to scrub away the grit of hopelessness I'm feeling.
I need Alex.
His arm is strong and sure as he holds me pinned up against his body. I can feel his thickness hot against me, jerking every so often in anticipation of what's coming. His eyes are dark as they stare down at me, and I feel a small measure of confident power that I created that look of need on his face right now.
Leaning his head down, his eyes search mine for a brief moment before he closes the gap and brushes his lips against mine. I sigh, not in contentment, but a bit in frustration because I want more … more than just the slight touch he's giving me now.
Opening my mouth, I press in on him, slipping my tongue in his mouth. Alex drops the box of condoms to the floor and palms the back of my head. He holds me in place as we kiss, his mouth moving so softly against mine. His tongue moves in languid strokes, going ever so deliberately.
It causes me even greater frustration and I involuntarily grind against him to spur him on. It doesn't work, though, because he just continues to kiss me with lazy abandon, not in a rush to go further.
Alex moves his lips from mine, skimming them across my jaw and down to my neck, causing my fingers to grab on to and curl tightly into the fabric of his shirt.
"Not like that," I complain as I push against his chest, frustrated by the whisper-soft touches against my skin. I want-no, I need-more.
Laying a last kiss against my neck before pulling back, Alex looks down at me, his face deadly serious with question. "How, then?"
"Not soft. Rougher," I whisper. "Faster. Just … more."
The groan that seeps out of Alex as he comprehends what I'm saying causes all of my low-lying muscles to clench violently. I expect him to kiss me now with a ferociousness that matches the look that's on his face at this moment. His teeth are gritted but his gaze is filled with boiling lust.
A small, triumphant smile starts to form on my lips, and I get ready for the onslaught of his lips. I'm ready to give it back to him just as hard.
Instead, Alex drops his hand from the back of my head and with a speed that leaves me blinking in astonishment, he brings it down between my legs. Brushing right past the short hem of my robe, he pushes the palm of his hand against me roughly while his index finger enters smoothly because I'm soaked with need.
My head falls back and my eyes roll upward before fluttering closed as I feel the sensation of what he's doing to me.
"Christ," Alex growls as he pulls his finger out and then pushes two back inside my slickness.
I can't even respond; a guttural sound pours out of me while my hips flex against his hand.
"Is that what you wanted?" he pants as he wraps his other arm around me even tighter, his fingers moving in and out of me in a not-so-gentle way.