The Alpha’s Desire 1(43)
I looked up at him then. His eyes, they pleaded his case. I couldn’t find anything but pure sincerity in them. I let my lower lip pout out. I didn’t know how to process what he’d just said to me. That he wanted me but couldn’t have me left me in the same situation, I guessed, since closure was the last thing I felt.
“I am sorry. I wish it were different. This curse—“ he left off.
“I’m a curse? Great”
“No. No. Listen, just know that I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I want you. You know me as a stranger, but I… well, it’s not the same for me. And, I want you. Never, never, doubt that. But we just can’t… I can’t…”
I looked up at him, letting the tears fall down my cheeks. He wiped them away, and a sob escaped with his touch.
“I’m so stupid. I should have never talked to you two weeks ago. It was selfish of me to take that one night with you, to fool myself into thinking it could be any other way. I was weak. Forgive me,” he pleaded.
“I won’t regret it. You are the most amazing stranger I have ever met. And, until know, you said the most wonderful things. Now, nothing you say makes any kind of sense,” I sobbed. “But, I won’t regret our night together. I just wish there could be more of them. I wish I could feel you against me again,” I left off.
Turning to go, I stopped only when his hand reached out for mine. A warmth shot up my arm. A knowing leveled my up and down emotions. His lips found mine then, hard and possessive. Seconds into the kiss, just as my body began to respond back, to lean into him, he pushed his groin into my stomach and my back against the wall. With a fierce noise emanating from his chest, he lifted my body, again like I weighed nothing despite my generous curves. I wrapped my legs around his broad waist in an effort to hang on. Dizzy, I couldn’t pull away. I couldn’t have stopped kissing him if my life had depended upon it. In fact, I felt my life depended upon being near him despite this impossibility he spoke of. Probably just the wanting what you can’t have. For the moment, I was taking what was being offered to me.
An obvious erection pushed against my panties, my dress having ridden up to my waist. With my back flush against the wall again, he rocked into me. I cursed the material that separated my flesh from his. Wet material curved around his cock and pushed into my folds. I ached, throbbed to have him inside me again, stretching me, moving inside me in an undeniable connection.
“Fuck,” he breathed out as his kisses continued.
My lips swelling, heating, I still gave as good as I got. In fact, I grabbed for his ass, tried to dig into the rock hard muscles there. In encouragement, I slipped my hands down the back of his jeans. This time when he made that fierce, predatory sound, I didn’t flinch. Instead, I pressed my fingertips into the solid muscles there that rippled under my touch. I wasn’t the only one shaking. He did want me. I reveled in that as much as the inevitable separation that had to occur, according to him. Regardless, I was taking whatever I could get. I’d deal with the backlash later.
Or, Chloe would. Chloe! I hoped she wouldn’t pick now to be the time in which she came to check on me. He bit his way to my neck suddenly, blessedly interrupting my distracting thoughts. I merely dropped my head back against the wall to let him. His teeth, rough and sharp, scraped along my tender skin. The pain and pleasure shot to my core. I pulled his ass toward me as if I could push him inside me with each thrust. It’s all I wanted, all my body, mind, and soul could think about, joining with this familiar stranger who was becoming both more and less strange with each passing moment.
A different woman in this moment, I gave myself over to the situation despite the reality. Easy enough, as no one made me feel sexier or more wanted than this man who claimed we couldn’t be together. He dropped my ass down onto some sort of metal filing cabinet. His hand moved in between us. I could feel him fight the button and zipper of his jeans. Daring to look, I watched as he made short work of dropping his pants, letting his erection spring forward. The tight red skin decorated by thick veins looked just as I had so often pictured it over the past few weeks. Who could forget such a virile part of a man once they’d witnessed it?
He yanked at my panties. The seams of the lacey black number I’d painstakingly chosen to wear tonight tore easily away at the strappy sides. Although I felt the bite of pain as the thin ribbons at my hips released, nothing could have made me happier in the moment. Though I’d never been with a man who had arms the size of his, his strength still seemed unbelievable, even now that I’d witnessed it more than once.