She pulled his hand until he was on top of her, their bodies perfectly aligned. Angling her hips up, he lurched forward, entering her in one firm stroke. He didn’t move again and she opened her eyes.
“Nice, baby. Keep them open so I can see you.”
She barely nodded when he thrust inside of her again and again, faster, harder, deeper.
“That feels so good,” she moaned as the sensations started building deep inside of her again. She moved her hips to meet every one of his thrusts in a perfect pounding rhythm.
“Good, because we’ll need every minute of the time we have to make sure you don’t forget why you’re with me after I leave.”
She’d never forget him, regardless of how they spent their last few days together, but she didn’t want to tell him that. She wanted to concentrate on him as they moved together and the little time they had left.
She watched the flex and pull of the muscles of his perfectly sculpted arms as they balanced his upper body over hers, never getting close enough to smother her, but close enough that every thrust of his hips coincided with a brush of his naked chest against her breasts, enhancing the bliss beginning to spiral inside of her body.
“Alec,” she moaned again, her nipples tightening as he held her steady against his punishing yet possessive strokes.
She curled into him, licking his neck as he flexed his hips over and over until tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure crashed through her body. All the while, his eyes never strayed from hers as he watched her unravel beneath him. He pumped his hips hard into her three more times, his hands still biting into her hips, until a loud groan escaped his lips and he shuddered against her.
Rolling onto his back, he collapsed on her bed, his fingers roaming over her flat stomach.
She felt sticky and a little self-conscious now that they were no longer in the heat of the moment and she rolled over to go to the bathroom. With her other boyfriends, she never acted like that. Then again, they never made her orgasm like that. On occasion, she’d felt something, but nothing that made her want to scream, beg, and stay in bed all day.
“No. Stay,” he said, snaking his arms around her waist and kissing the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck.
“I need to shower,” she said weakly.
“Not yet. We have all day for that. Right now I want to hold you.” He curled his body around hers, kissing her slow and deep, carving the future she wanted with him into reality with every brush of his lips and stroke of his heated fingertips. Her body felt tender and sublimely used, but she loved it. It was a physical reminder of him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Are you ready to go?”
“Maybe we should just stay in bed today,” Alec murmured, arching one eyebrow in that lazy, yet suggestive way that made her heart beat double time.
With the smell of them lingering in the air, she was tempted to crawl back in bed. Last night, she felt as though he had marked her soul, binding and twisting them together on a deeper, more intimate level than anything she’d ever experienced or believed possible. And this morning, the lovemaking was tender, sincere, and every bit as world jarring as the crazy, wild possession of the previous night. Helping Alec come to terms with his childhood and his real dad made him open up to her in a way she wouldn’t have believed possible and the thought of him leaving Montana tomorrow made her chest ache, but she pushed the thought away.
For now, she’d savor this lazy moment when she felt totally sated and happy with her life. “No,” she said, smiling indulgently as Alec pulled her hips against his, burying his head in her hair. “I really can’t. I promised Ryder I’d get his rafting equipment out of storage.”
“Can’t he do it himself?” He bent down, imprisoning her lips in a not-so-simple kiss that made her want to push him backwards onto the bed so she could lick, bite and score every one of his tattoos for the second time in less than eight hours.
Reluctantly, she pried her lips from his. “I wish,” she said, staring into his fathomless midnight blue eyes, “But he won’t have time when he gets home, and taking the kids rafting was my idea. He didn’t want to do it until next weekend.”
“Right.” He dragged his lips along her neck, lightly nipping that spot where her neck curved into her shoulder and goose bumps rocketed down her arms.
“You’re coming with me, though, right?” She curled her hands into the sides of his black t-shirt. After last night, she wasn’t ready to be separated from him.
“I wouldn’t let you go alone,” he said, his hands moving possessively up and down her sides stroking the fire that always simmered between them from the moment they met.