Wrong For You (Before You Series Book 3)(32)

He dropped his chin on top of her head. His breathing was thick and labored and coated with the smoky, sweet scent of whiskey. It swirled around her with every shared inhalation and exhalation. “Maybe you’re right.” His hands whispered along her exposed waist and around to her back, idly drawing circles. His thick silver rings were cold against her skin and she shivered as goose bumps blossomed under his fingertips. “I’m just so damn sick of all the darkness in my life and just when I think I can escape it, she pulls me back into hell with her.”

Her hands slid up his chest, exploring every detail. She’d been scared to be with Alec before and part of her still was, but something about seeing Alec broken and exposed made her want to put him back together; that was a dangerous thought for any woman to have.

It had been too long, if ever, since she’d done anything out of character and reckless, and maybe she wanted to steal a piece of life. So instead of listening to her lingering doubts and all that common sense her mom pounded into her on a daily basis as a child, she rose up on her tip-toes and pulled his mouth on hers.

When her lips met his, his grip tightened around her torso, his lips claiming hers with bruising force, the metal of his lip ring searing her with a possessive pressure that was almost brutal. It wasn’t a simple, vanilla kiss, but Alec didn’t seem like a simple, vanilla man. He devoured her with open-mouthed, biting kisses, dominating her in ways she didn’t realize existed. He kissed her like he may never get another chance. She could feel his conflicted emotions bleeding out of him with every stroke of his tongue—anger, confusion, disappointment, all swirling together in a tornado of lust and sin. She could kiss him all night.

He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, walking her toward the bed. Lowering her onto her back, her legs brushing against the scratchy navy quilt, he pulled her t-shirt over her head, tossing it across the room. She still hadn’t put on her bra after their encounter in her kitchen and she felt bare and a little wild as his feral, dark gaze lowered. His eyes raked over her breasts as his thumbs strummed along her taut nipples and a primal fire raced down her spine like nothing she had ever felt before.

“Violet,” he whispered, his voice rough as it scraped against his whiskey-burned throat. “I know I’m wrong for you and I don’t deserve someone like you, but tonight…” He shook his head. “I really need you. Let me have you, baby,” he pleaded, sounding as though he bared his soul to her.

She trembled, seeing the darkness simmering beneath his eyes. Walk away, she told herself, but her mouth had a mind of its own. “Yes.” She swallowed. “I want you, too.” Freedom came from those simple words. Freedom from the pressures of the Foundation, her parents, and herself.

Not waiting one second, he growled a primitive sound as he yanked her panties and skirt down her legs, leaving her exposed, wanting, and a little nervous. He ran his finger along her entrance, toying with her until she wiggled closer to him. Her breath hitched as he slid his finger inside, both their eyes consumed by the slip and slide back and forth, in and out.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, adding another finger, making her moan and pivot her hips toward him. “Thank God, I can’t wait much longer.”

“No, don’t wait,” she half-groaned, half-whispered. Fire was already coalescing in her core and the idea of waiting one more minute to feel him inside of her sounded torturous.

He reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a wrapped condom, and slid it into her open hand as he made quick work of unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his legs. Naked except for his black boxer briefs, he paused for a minute, his storm-tossed eyes following her movements as she tore open the condom package.

Sitting up, she handed him the open condom, kissing the hard, defined lines of his chest as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of his briefs, slowly sliding them down his legs, giving her mouth time to explore as much of his chest and stomach as she could. Alec’s body mesmerized her. He looked better in all his naked glory than in any of her forbidden daydreams that had haunted her since the days she found him in the Foundation parking lot. The way the taut muscles in his arms shifted under his tattoos, giving the designs a life of their own, made her mouth water and sadly, she was pretty sure she wasn’t the first woman to react that way to him.

The minute his briefs touched the floor, he rolled on the condom and guided her backwards. When she hit the bed, his body was pressed firmly against hers with his erection positioned at her entrance, sliding back and forth, mimicking the pattern of his fingers earlier. Need licked through every nerve ending in her body and all she wanted at that moment was Alec deep inside of her, taking her places she’d never dreamed of.