Then, unbelievably, she came again. It was less intense than her last orgasm, but her whole body jerked in surprise as she screamed.
It was amazing. She kept coming as Alex continued to drive into her. He liked to fuck rough and hard. His thrusts became uncontrollably wild and he brought his chest to her back, reaching under to play with her nipples. She panted, “Alex, please. God, I—,” she gasped as he hit a sensitive spot, “Oh, I can’t take much more.”
He picked up his pace as he kissed the back of her neck, his warm breath caressing her ear. Then after a few more intense thrusts, he bucked inside her, groaning as he came.
She felt his harsh breaths against her neck as he slowly came down from his orgasm. She panted, thoroughly spent, and she felt him kiss her neck lightly before pulling out. She flopped down onto her side in exhaustion, her knees shaking, as she watched Alex walk towards his bathroom door to dispose of the condom.
Oh my God. Was this what sex was supposed to be like? An intense, mind-blowing act that left her weak yet completely sated?
Alex returned, her chest warming alarmingly as she watched him. She was getting too attached. But who could blame her?
He laid down over her, tilting her chin up to easily access her lips. The kiss he gave her was sensually thorough and achingly slow. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lightly touched his tongue against hers. Beautiful, she thought.
“That was amazing, darling,” he whispered against her lips.
She smiled, suddenly shy in the aftermath, even as their bodies were pressed intimately together. “It was,” she agreed, her heart warming.
Then, an old thought resurfaced as she stared up into his hazel eyes. It made her stomach flutter even as it made her uneasy.
She could fall for this man. Easily.
And if that happened, he could just as easily break her heart.
Chapter Ten
Olivia was in heaven.
She was wrapped up in the comfiest sheets she had ever been in. And they smelled just like the man she was currently curled up with.
Alex was flat on his back, his warm chest acting as her makeshift pillow. The strong thumping of his heart relaxed her as he stroked her bare shoulder softly with his fingertips.
They were talking about horror movies. Their conversation had somehow turned from where they attended college—they discovered they both went to college in Los Angeles—to where they had traveled—Alex had been all over the US and parts of Europe for business whereas she had studied abroad in the UK—to talking about horror movies when she’d mentioned her spooky dorm abroad.
“They’re awful,” Olivia murmured.
“Oh, come on. They’re not all bad,” he insisted.
“I don’t mind all the blood and gore, but I hate things popping out at you. And you just know when those moments are coming too because the music stops. That’s the cue for me to cover my eyes.”
“You sound just like Beth. When we were teenagers, I tried to make her watch one of the Jason movies with me. She screamed her head off and had nightmares for weeks,” he shook his head, smiling.
Olivia smiled at his fond expression, remembering his bubbly cousin, “Did you guys grow up together? You seem close.”
He nodded, his eyes coming to hers. “We are close. She’s my fiancée, remember?” he teased as she slapped his chest playfully, blushing as she recalled that embarrassing moment a week ago at her shop. God, had it only been a week ago when she first saw him? It seemed like much longer. “Beth has three sisters, but I was always closest to her since we’re the same age.”
“Three sisters?” Olivia asked, dumbfounded. She was an only child and, even though she had wished for siblings growing up, she couldn’t imagine four girls living under the same roof.
He nodded, gravely. “It was hell. I felt bad for my uncle most of the time, but I was on the receiving end of their wrath too many times to count.” He laughed suddenly and said, “One time they were making face masks out of avocados. Girl stuff, I guess. I thought it was dip, so I dug right in with chips. But when they came back into the kitchen and saw almost all of it gone…God, I’d never been so scared in my life. Since then, I’ve never really been able to eat guacamole.”
Olivia laughed and quoted, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
Alex snorted, “Forget women. It’s teenage girls you have to watch out for.”
She smiled, “Were you over at their house a lot?”
Alex shifted a bit but didn’t reply right away. “Yeah, I was,” he admitted eventually, his tone bordering on cautious.
He was turning cold on her again, just like earlier in the kitchen. And Olivia didn’t know why. She frowned, wanting answers but was hesitant to ask. It wasn’t as though she was his girlfriend or anything. They were lovers at best. She didn’t want to pry if he felt uncomfortable, but dammit, she was curious about him!