Wrong For You (Before You Series Book 3)(33)

Her heart thundered through her body, anticipating the moment he would slide inside, filling the growing ache. With his too blue to be real hooded eyes holding her hostage, he plunged into her, stretching her, filling her, and all the air exploded out of her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath and utterly winded, but loving every second of it.

Both of his hands cupped her hips, tilting them to the exact angle he wanted, causing pleasure to spiral through her body, and she couldn’t help thinking that he had a lot of practice. Before the thought took root in her mind, she pushed it away, concentrating on the way Alec made her body hum with desire as his mouth frantically and chaotically devoured her with every exhilarating lick of his tongue.

She moaned incoherently with each thrust, the pleasure ebbing and flowing like the ocean, pushing her so close to the tipping point before he would pull back again. This was entirely intentional. From the little she knew of Alec, he liked control and his control had slipped tonight, so he was playing with her, priming her, hinting where he planned to take her when he decided the time was right, and not any sooner. This was the Alec show and she was just along for the ride.

As much as his game made her a crazy whimpering mass of need, she absolutely loved his masterful give and take. He knew exactly how much to give to keep her riding the edge, never giving enough to give her that final surge and never giving her too little that all the sensations fizzled.

“Do you want to come? Are you ready?” he asked, thrusting hard into her and then pausing.

“Hm,” she muttered, not wanting to form a sentence. Talking was overrated. Feeling, on the other hand, was not.

“Say it, he demanded, his body still inside hers, teasing the spot burning for attention, but never quite reaching it. She ground her hips against him and his hand dug into her hips, halting her movements. “I’ll give you exactly what you want. All you have to do is ask.”

“Please, Alec. Please.”

He leaned forward and she felt his smile against her damp neck. “For you, Little Violet, I’d do almost anything.” One deep thrust perfectly orchestrated with a few strokes of his fingers against her clit and she was done for. If anybody asked, she would have sworn fireworks ignited behind her eyelids as her entire body convulsed from the orgasm rocking through her, leaving her gasping for air and completely boneless.

Within seconds, he collapsed on top of her. “It’ll be better next time. Slower. I’ll take my time with you, so can I savor every inch of your flawless skin.”

“That sounds nice, but…” she murmured, her fingers drifting over the cool, damp skin of his lower back, tracing the bumps of his spine. She couldn’t imagine it being any better. Any better and she’d probably die a quick, but pleasurable death. “I don’t know. I think I liked what we did just fine.”

His teeth scored the side of her neck. “Just fine? That’s all? I’ll have to try harder next time.”

“Okay. It was better than fine. It was pretty damn perfect, but I wouldn’t mind having a next time though,” she admitted.

After a few minutes spent basking in his light, mind-numbing caresses, he rolled off her, slipped on his boxer briefs, and walked toward the bathroom. She sat up in his bed, the sheet pulled up around her chest. Did he want her to leave? She didn’t want to push him, but she didn’t like the idea of being hurried out the door, either. With her mind darting between one crazy scenario to the next, wondering what he’d say or do when he walked back out that door, anxiety climbed the walls of her chest until she felt as though she was coming out of her skin.

“Hey,” he said, his voice deep, sensual, and a little predatory as he stepped out of the bathroom.

“Hey,” she whispered back, her heart pounding against her ribs, waiting to hear his next words. She slid to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling off the side.

The bed dipped under his weight when he sat down next to her. “Were you trying to sneak out the door while I was in the bathroom?”

He thought she wanted to leave. “No, she whispered, turning her head to see his face.

“Did I already scare you away?” He smirked, but his voice was flat and his eyes were narrowed, holding her stare.

“No. Why would you think that?” she asked, shaking her head, her voice heavy with exhaustion.

“Because I’m not good for you,” he said.

“I don’t know about that…” her voice trailed off only to be swallowed by the silence.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, placing her head in the crook of his arm as he stretched out on the bed. His hands moved in light caressing strokes along her body until she couldn’t keep her eyes open and she drifted asleep.