“Jesus, Angel,” he breathed against her mouth and then dragged his lips up to kiss her temple. “We have to stop. It’s getting out of control. We have to remember where we are.”
Angel’s hold on him loosened, but she didn’t let him go, her glazed eyes looked into his. “Uh huh…”
“Shit… I’ve totally screwed my good intentions.”
Angel was left trembling, and Alex was clearly moved. “Didn’t you expect to kiss me tonight? We both knew this would happen, Alex,” she breathed.
Would this insatiable preoccupation go away if they had sex? Would the want go away? She sure as hell hoped so, because she couldn’t afford to risk her heart on a man notorious for not falling in love. Not when he was so incredible. Every minute she spent with him only shattered the image Whitney’s words planted in her mind. Was he really the selfish, unfeeling user the other woman described? Was his behavior with her tonight an act? Or was this really him?
What the fuck am I doing? She made the decision. She wanted him but she didn’t want him to own her. She had to take control of herself and of him or she would lose huge.
“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Alex asked and ran his index finger down the side of Angel’s face.
She nodded. “Yes. But, we have the wine.” A $3400 bottle of wine just barely opened.
“So? It’s only money, and I can’t wait to be alone with you.”
* * *
In the limo, Alex held Angel’s hand, his thumb rubbing over the top of her fingers. The briefest of touches between them was enough to set them both ablaze. She sat close to him in the middle of the seat, and electricity raced between them like a closed circuit.
“Angel, I want to kiss you, but I’m just going to take you home tonight.” Alex pulled her hand up and ran his nose from her palm up her middle finger, then placed his open mouth on her palm. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from his and her mouth fell open.
“If you want to kiss me, then do it,” she urged softly. “Do it.”
“No.” He shook his head and inhaled deeply. “The next time my mouth is on yours it’s going to end in an orgasm or two. Otherwise, I can’t go there.”
“Oh, God.” Angel’s fingers closed tightly around his as her bones turned to jelly.
“That’s why Becca’s at your apartment, isn’t it; to keep us on the straight and narrow, tonight?”
“I keep a room for them at my apartment because I love seeing the baby, but tonight… I thought it was wise to have her there, yes,” she admitted.
He sighed again. “Yes. I’m wishing we would have stayed at TRU and finished the wine now. I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
“I do have to work tomorrow, so I should be home in a couple of hours, but… we could always go to your place,” Angel suggested, the words ripping from her chest almost against her will. Her eyes closed, not believing she’d just said it out loud. It had taken her six months to go to bed with Kenneth, and with Alex, she was acting like a wanton.
“Um…” His body was tormenting him—heart racing, groin aching, mouth going dry. He wanted her, but as a rule, he didn’t fuck at his apartment. Women weren’t allowed to invade his personal space. He always went to them so he could get up and leave whenever he wanted. It kept the control in his court.
“Angeline, are you sure?” This woman blew all his rules out the window and he didn’t give a flying fuck. “I’ve made no secret how much I want you, but I’m trying so hard to take this slow. After that kiss, I can’t promise I’ll be able to resist.” Alex’s eyes searched hers.
“I’m not asking you to promise… or to resist. As you said, we’re both adults.”
His eyes burned into hers, searching to see if this was truly what she wanted, because amazing as the revelation was, what she wanted mattered. “Martin, take us home, please.”
“Yes, sir,” he answered. Alex resisted the urge to close the partition that separated the couple from the driver, also the urge to pull her onto his lap and explore the treasures beneath her dress. His hand still held hers and he lifted it to his mouth again. It was important that she know that he respected her and wanted more than just sex.
“Angeline, this evening was not intended as a seduction. It was intended to make up for Darian’s bullshit and to get to know you. Truly.”
Angel saw the sincerity in his expression, and she reached out to touch his face with gentle fingers. The slight stubble was already felt under her fingers and pointed out the level of testosterone that surged through this man. He was all man. He was fucking perfect; so male and strong. He made her glad she was a woman.
Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward and pressed her open mouth to his. Instantly, he pulled her roughly against him and his mouth opened to play with hers. She expected him to be demanding in this kiss, but he was tender, his mouth worshiping hers. He was irresistible.
“Oh, baby… Angel,” he whispered as his mouth lifted off of hers.
And something inside her did somersaults.
* * *
They didn’t speak as they rode up in the elevator after Martin dropped them off in the underground garage of his building. Alex swiped his keycard that would give access to the private level where he lived. His fingers were entwined with hers, and the anticipation throbbed between them.
Alex was struggling. He didn’t want to treat her casually. He always respected the women he was with, made sure they were satisfied, but with Angel, he wanted to worship her, and he wanted her beyond this one night. The truth of that rocked him to the core.
When they walked into his apartment, he didn’t turn on the lights, but pulled her gently to him; his hands now free to roam her naked back and hips. Angel leaned into him, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles pressed into her softness.
Her hands pulled his shirt free of his pants and started to unbutton it, silently begging him to kiss her. Still he resisted. His hands closed around hers to stop her.
“Angel…” he groaned and finally lowered his mouth to the curve of her shoulder. “Ugh, God… we don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t we?” She backed away from him, not taking her eyes off of him.
His chest, revealed by the open shirt, was magnificent, as Angel had known it would be; the hard muscles moving in a beautiful dance as Alex removed his jacket and threw it over a chair. “No,” he answered quietly.
“Don’t you want me?”
“Without question, but I find myself in unfamiliar territory. I want to see you after tonight, and I don’t want you thinking I’m a cad.”
Angel, on the other hand, was silently praying that a good roll in the hay would purge this man from her system. Could she be bold enough to take him down and leave him shaken to the point where he couldn’t resist? She decided to be honest about her intentions.
“Here is where I stand, Alex. I hate how confused I feel and how out of control I am in this. Believe me… this isn’t me.” She was trying to get clarity on Alex. Surely he had been with women this soon before.
He drew in his breath. “And you think sex will put it into perspective?”
“The only thing I know it will do for sure is ease the aching.” Her words shot straight to his cock as she moved closer again and ran her finger down his bare chest, across his abdominals to the waistband of his pants. His body was as perfect, as hard as she imagined. The muscles rippled under her fingers.
Her perfume and the smell of her skin assaulted his senses.
“You are aching, right?” Her voice was seducing him, sultry, and she moved her hand lower, brushing the bulge in his pants. “Mmmm... yes,” she whispered against his jaw.
Fucking hell. Is she really all that she seems? he wondered. Aching was an understatement. Her closeness, her hands on him, the warmth of her breath against his skin, and her mouth so fucking close, was killing his resolve.
Everything in Alex screamed for him to take her. She wanted him; he felt it in her response and heard it drip off her
words. He knew that fucking her would be earthshaking, and his body throbbed and shook with anticipation like it never had before. His eyes burned over her, taking in the long expanses of bare skin and imagining more.
Angel moved away from him into the living room, letting him look at her, and making his heart thunder in his chest, his cock so full it hurt. The only light came in from the Chicago skyline, casting her in shadow and wrapping her in a mystery that he wanted to solve. He only saw the outline of her body, but he followed almost against his will. She didn’t speak, but her arms rose to the back of her neck as she undid the clasp of her dress. Alex’s heart stopped as he realized her intentions. Angel turned, holding the open neckline to her with one arm, the material now free of her shoulders. She was acting out one of his fantasies right before his eyes, but this was more vivid, more exciting, than any fantasy he’d ever had.
Their eyes met and locked, the room dark and silent. After a moment’s hesitation, she let the dress fall to her feet.
He couldn’t breathe. Her outline against the Chicago night was everything a man could want in a woman: slim waist, softly swelling hips, full, perfectly round, firm breasts; still in her heels and thong, she was perfection.
His cock was overly engorged and straining against his dress pants to the point of pain, his breathing erratic… he was done. Lost. No way he could resist now.
“Angel…” He moved slowly toward her and traced his fingers lightly over her delicate collarbones and down, until both palms were cupping the outline of her breasts. He closed his eyes as his thumbs brushed the pebbled hardness of her nipples. “Jesus Christ! You’re so beautiful.”
She let him explore her body, her heart threatening to explode, soft sighs and moans falling from her lips. She never wanted a man’s touch so much, even though they barely knew each other, she’d never felt more right with someone. Something about it felt inevitable, like the rushing of water over Niagra Falls, powerful and unstoppable.
His hands brushed her waist and the swell of her hips, over her bare butt cheeks, the contours firm beneath his light touch. He felt that to touch her more firmly might make her evaporate into thing air.
Angel shivered and thrilled at his heavy breathing. He wanted her and it made her feel more powerful than she’d ever been.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered, his mouth tracing hotly up the cord of her neck toward her ear.
“I don’t want to wait that long…” Her fingers slid over his chest and down, her heart thumping wildly at the soft line of hair she felt leading below the waist of his slacks. The truth was; the bedroom was more personal than Angel wanted to risk. “I want to feel you, Alex,” she breathed out.
He turned her around and over onto the back of the couch and let his hands explore the front of her body, plunging underneath the silk at her sex. “Ahhhh….” He moaned when his fingers encountered her smooth, hairless folds. He wanted to look at her, wanted to place his mouth where his fingers were. He bit down lightly on her shoulder when his fingers found her hot wetness. He’d hit the point of no return and his movements became less gentle and more urgent, each breath heavier than the last. His mouth dragging over the bare skin of her shoulders and neck, he pressed his swollen hardness into her bare ass at the same time as his fingers stroked her roughly, over and over. Alex left her panting.
“God, it feels so good to have your hands on me,” she ground out.
“Uhhh, fuck. I love touching you like this. I need to hear you come. I’ve lain awake consumed with it, Angel.” His expert fingers worked on her, one squeezing her nipples and massaging her flat stomach below her navel and the other switching between direct stimulation of her clit and plunging two fingers inside her to imitate what he wanted to do with his dick.
Her heart thrummed in her chest. He was so fucking sexy: his scent, his voice, his words and his body, the confident way he moved, how he knew exactly how to please a woman. God, she was helpless to stop the delicious tightening that was growing within her. She clenched around his fingers and Alex groaned. “God, my cock is so jealous of my fingers right now.”
“It feels too good. I don’t want it to end yet,” she panted softly. Angel reached behind her so that both hands could close around him. He was long and thick, surging against her hands. They explored each other, their touches becoming desperate and frantic.
“Baby, I’ll give you more. You’ve got to let it go. I’ll give you more; as much as you want.”
She was unraveling against her will, shuddering and quaking in his arms, and still he was relentless, drawing every delicious twitch from her until her breathing evened out slightly. His was still rough, not yet to his release. Alex was wound as tight as a drum.
Angel turned in his arms and slid her hands up his chest, pulling the remaining buttons free, then moving into his hair, her mouth reaching for his. His arms tightened and lifted her so that her mouth was on the same level as his and her butt was barely resting on the back of the couch, and her legs went around his waist. They kissed hungrily, devouring and sucking on each other’s mouths. She moaned into his mouth, and he wanted to haul her up the stairs and throw her on his bed. Alex pressed his pelvis into hers, slowly but in hard repetitions.
“I need to feel you inside me. I need to make you come. Are you ready for me?” Angel asked boldly. She wasn’t sure who was talking, but it didn’t matter because it spurred him on and that was what she needed.
He moved and laid her down backward over the arm of the couch, allowing him an unobstructed view of her body, her breasts, delicate hipbones, and concave stomach. All thoughts of the bedroom vanished.
“You are so incredibly stunning.” Alex decided it was time to take control back. He’d give her what she wanted, but only if she gave what he wanted, and it wasn’t just his cock sliding in and out of her delicious body. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.” His hand reached out and he dragged it down between her breasts, over her stomach to the edge of her thong. His hands curled around it and he pulled the material free of her body. Her eyes were dark and sparkling, half-lidded with desire. She watched as he brought the fabric up to his mouth and nose and sucked in his breath.
“Oh, Alex,” she moaned.
“I bet you taste as good as you smell. I am more turned on right now than I’ve ever been in my life… but I will stop, Angel.” His eyes roamed over her bare sex, only a small strip of hair left and the briefest of tan lines visible over her hips and breasts. “You are so damn sexy, woman.”
Her mouth fell open. “So, don’t stop.”
“I will if you don’t agree.” He moved away for a few seconds and she heard the zipper of his pants and then the foil wrapper of a condom being opened. Soon, he was standing in front of her, and her eyes froze as she watched him unroll it onto his huge cock. Shit, he was gorgeous. She closed her eyes, imagining what it would feel like to have that fill her. Surely her small body couldn’t take it all.
Alex lifted her knees and then pulled her shoes free and let them drop to the floor. She moved her feet up his body to rest flat against him, her toes near his shoulders. He rubbed the engorged head of his penis along her wetness and she gasped.
“Are you going to give me what I want?” he growled quietly, continuing to tease them both with the rubbing up and down of the head of his cock against her clit. His eyes closed when he slipped in a little and her heat burned him alive.
“Anything… Just fuck me,” she insisted in a breathy whisper.
“This will not be the only time, Angel. Tell me that we’ll see each other again, or I’ll stop. Say yes and I’ll give you every inch of me.”
Her hand reached for him and his fingers threaded through hers. “For Christ’s sake, say it, Angel! I want to hear it.”
“Okay, yes! Yes, Alex.”
“Uhhhh… ” He let out his breath as he pushed into her. She was wet with desire, the slick heat pure heaven to Alex. “Oh, God… uh, shit.” He thrust into her hard and de
ep—five or six quick strokes—because he couldn’t help himself, then slow and long, wanting Angel to feel every thick inch of him as he spread her open. Even as erotic as it was to watch his body slide in and out of hers, he wanted more contact; her skin on his, tasting her breasts and mouth. Again he was shocked at how different this experience was. Normally, he’d be content to fuck and slake his desire without closeness, but not this time. He pushed the thought away as he pulled her up to him. “Come here, babe.”
She was slight and he took her weight easily, turning around so he was the one half-sitting on the arm of the couch, her knees coming to rest beside his hips. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and his around her hips and back. “I want you to ride me,” he whispered against her skin, his mouth hot as it dragged wet kisses from the cord of her neck to her breasts. He pulled a nipple into his mouth and suckled it, grazing it with his teeth. Angel gasped, the sensation connecting straight to her clit. He worshiped her flesh as her hips rocked against his, taking him in as deeply as she could. He felt her clench around him and he almost died. His own climax was building and building.
“Angel, God, you feel so good. I could fuck you forever.” She wasn’t sure if it was moments or forever, but she loved every throb and thrust.
Finally, their mouths crashed together, their tongues delving deeply into each other’s mouths as their bodies moved in unison. Angel’s heart was full, too full. She closed her eyes against the keening sounds of their arousal coming to a climax, concentrating on what she needed to do to pull him over the edge.
“Angel, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I can’t stop.” Alex’s guttural moan finally tumbled her over the edge. His mouth went back to feasting on hers, swallowing up the soft sounds she made as she climaxed with him. Alex’s arms wrapped around her, rocked her against his body, even as he burst inside her, tensing and stilling as she quivered and jerked in his arms. His arms tightened around her and she turned her face into his neck as she surged against him one last time. Now the only sound was the rhythm of their heavy breathing, coming and ebbing in unison.
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