Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(32)

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t. He’s the face of the company, while I’m gone dealing with my shit. I didn’t want to have him worry about questioning my decisions. Besides, he’s the likable twin.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I can see that too.”

She turned her back to stir the pasta and check the bread. That, of course, gave me the chance to really admire her body. It was definitely a piece of art constructed by God’s hands alone. Her body was perfect in my eyes. She had just enough cushion that could make a man go crazy. Her ass was round and apple shaped, but not overwhelming. Her waist came in delicately, which enhanced her hips even more. Her thighs…holy hell…they were my favorite so far.

“Do you want to taste?”

I traveled back up to her beautiful face.

Fuck yes, I want to taste. I want to taste every inch of you.

I know just by looking at her that she would taste exquisite. I rose from my chair and moved closer to accept the spoon she held out for me. As I took the spoon, I never took my eyes from hers.

I moaned at the flavor that attacked my taste buds. I reached my right hand around her waist and noticed she had some sauce on her right hand that held the spoon. As I pulled her closer to my body, I removed the spoon. Then I moved her hand closer to my mouth.

With my tongue, I licked the sauce from her hand and moaned again, “That does taste good.”

“It does?” she asked me as she watched me put each finger of hers in my mouth and suck them one by one slowly.

She let a small moan escape her lips and, at that moment, I wanted to taste more of her. I then leaned in and caressed her lips with mine. I kissed her softly at first, just to feel how much she would give to me. She was hesitant at first but only for a second. I ran my fingers in her short hair and pulled her head back, giving me better access to her. She gasped at the slight force I used to move her head, and I took advantage of her mouth opening and thrust my tongue in her beautiful fuckable mouth.

Hot damn, she tasted fucking amazing. The more I kissed her, the more I wanted her. She finally let go and twisted my hair with both of her hands. As she moaned in my mouth, it was like a charge that went through me. I grabbed her ass tightly and squeezed and picked her up. I moved her on the counter, and she opened her legs to invite me in. I didn’t waste any time attacking her delicate body. I started kissing her neck, biting in certain places I knew would drive her crazy.

“Mason,” she moaned softly, and the sound, as I knew it would, almost undid me.

I attacked her mouth again and started exploring this body that I’ve been obsessed with since I saw her almost a month ago.

“Damn baby, you feel so good.”

I regrettably pulled back and … Wait… Did she really just moan?

I looked in her eyes and rubbed her thighs.

“I need to taste more of you, angel,” I croaked, hoping I didn’t sound too desperate.

I felt her hands travel down my back, and she gripped my shirt, trying to pull it up and off me.

“Please,” she responded softly.

Well, hell, that’s all I needed. I moved back and covered her full lips with mine. Kissing her was a fucking drug. She met my tongue, stroke for stroke. It wasn’t sloppy or small mouthed. I mean, she gave me just as much as I gave her. When I felt her grind against me, I didn’t feel I would make it out of the kitchen. Just that moment I heard laughter outside my front door and then keys being put in my lock.

“Fuck me!” I said out loud.

I put Max down and turned to face away from her as she looked at the door in confusion. Just then, Alex stumbled in my apartment, with company no doubt. I tried to take a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down.

“Holy shit. Hey there, Max,” I heard Alex say.

“Hey, girl.” I turned to find Teresa right behind him.

I gave him the most murderous look I could muster, and all he did was chuckle and shrug his apology. I watched Max move to hug her friend and then Alex. Finally, I got myself together and went to greet my unwanted company.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked him.

“We were in the neighborhood, and I thought you were up here sulking by yourself. So, I figured we’d come and cheer you up.”

“Oh, how nice of you,” I replied wryly.

“Why would you be sulking? You won your fight, didn’t you?” Max asked, looking at me in confusion.

I sent a look back at Alex. I was going to kill this son of a bitch sooner rather than later.

“Well, he always gets like this around his birthday.”

“It’s your birthday?” both Max and Teresa asked me.

Bastard!

I looked at the ladies. “No, it’s not until a few weeks.”