“You’ll talk to me before,” he said thickly. He had no intention of letting her slip out of his life as swiftly and unexpectedly as she’d stumbled into it.
Silently, she nodded and spun away. Alex clamped his mouth shut to stop from calling her back. It was obvious she wasn’t in a talking—or kissing—mood. What had he done? He’d been hot for her from the moment he laid eyes on her, but he thought he’d behaved like a perfect gentleman. Why were women so difficult to comprehend?
Exasperated, he got back in the car and watched Georgiana make her way up the long sidewalk leading to her apartment, doggedly towing the suitcase and carry-on behind her. Restless, he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he watched her unlock her door and go inside.
Seconds later, her apartment was illuminated from within. From a distance, he could make out her feminine form through the large picture window as she crossed the room.
His phone buzzed with a text message, drawing his attention to the words on the screen. It was a text from Marisol.
We loved meeting Georgiana. Her friends were really nice too. Abuelita Coqui says Georgiana is a keeper. Haha, don’t kill the messenger…
Alex shook his head and grinned at Marisol’s saucy message. Surely they were all wondering what would come of his connection with Georgiana. Hell, he was wondering it himself.
He looked up from his smart phone and gazed at Georgiana’s window, contemplating whether to press things and seek her out before she left for New York. He hated seeing her leave in such a reflective mood.
Vacillating, he stared at her window when, to his shock, he thought he saw the silhouette of a person reaching for Georgiana. A taut vise of alarm clamped the back of his neck when he realized it was a man and the lights suddenly went out in her apartment.
Alex scrambled out of the car, his adrenaline burning an acid swath through his veins as he bolted toward her door. When he got closer, he heard a shuffle of feet and raised voices arguing.
“Stop it!” Georgiana yelled. “I’m calling the police if you don’t leave right now.”
Alex barreled forward, his lungs bursting as he got closer and roared, “Get away from her or I’ll kill you!” A few more feet and he’d be at the doorstep.
Suddenly the door was flung open and a man’s voice yelled, “Stupid bitch. You lost your chance!” Slamming the door behind him, he bolted across the street to a white Lamborghini parked in front of another building and tore out of the parking lot.
Alex could only think of Georgiana as his heart hammered out of control. He banged on her door and called out, “Georgie, it’s Alex. Are you all right? Open the door.”
He felt a dagger of alarm lance his heart when Georgiana appeared before him breathing erratically, her blouse hanging open to expose a lacy bra. His gaze frantically roamed her face and body in the shadowed foyer, searching for signs that she was hurt.
“I’m okay,” she whispered choppily.
Anguish filled him as he drew her into his arms and felt her body quiver. “Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” he murmured into her perfumed hair. When she nodded, he kissed her temple. “Let’s call the cops.”
“No.” She drew a shuddering breath. “That was Bill who ran out of here. He has keys to my apartment. When I walked in, he started yelling at me for not answering his calls and ignoring him.” Her voice trembled. “He had been drinking—a lot. I could smell the alcohol on him. Bill has a bit of a temper, but I’ve never seen him like this. It scared me.”
“The bastard,” Alex growled low, disgust thickening his voice. He took her trembling hands in his and raised them to his mouth. “You’re safe now,” he said, kissing her palms gently.
“Safe with you,” she repeated. “Thanks for coming to my rescue yet again.” Her hands nervously clutched the front of her blouse where several buttons were missing. Her eyes narrowed angrily when she realized she couldn’t re-button her blouse. “Come in,” she said and trudged away.
Alex flicked the wall switch and shut the curtains, then returned to her side and glanced around him. Soft light filled her living room, which was on the small side, but tidy and beautifully appointed with an upright walnut piano on the far side next to antiques resting on the hardwood floor.
“I inherited the piano and those pieces from my grandmother,” she said.
Alex noticed her artwork immediately. The walls were filled with the most exquisite portraits he’d ever seen—astonishingly real pastel drawings of people’s faces and torsos. Elderly people with deeply lined faces and expressive eyes, sweet baby faces…and nudes—beautiful nudes of models, both male and female. He gazed at her with admiration, honored to be in the presence of such talent.
“Georgie, these are amazing. You are very talented,” he said, smiling at her.
Holding the edges of her blouse together, she blinked and stood still as a joyful smile transformed her face. “You like my work?” she asked breathlessly.
“I love it,” he said in all truth. “It’s uncanny how lifelike these portraits are. It’s as if these people want to say something to you.”
“That’s exactly what I was going for. Thank you, Alex. It means the world to me to hear you say it,” she said, beaming at him.
He rested his hands on her slight shoulders and solemnly regarded her. “I don’t want to leave you alone tonight. We need to get your locks changed as soon as possible.” His knuckles gently grazed the silken underside of her jaw, and she turned her face upward, meeting his gaze intently.
“I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you, Alex.” Her hands released the sides of her blouse and it fell open to reveal the pale tops of her beautiful breasts. She tilted her head back and parted her lips as she longingly gazed at his mouth with an open invitation to kiss her.
Georgiana’s rapid breathing mingled with his, as desire thickened the air. Alex strove to harness his burgeoning hunger as her soft palms slowly slid under his shirt and over the tense muscles of his back. Her silken hands caressed his shoulders with circular movements, creating volcanic heat in his veins. Within seconds, he was stone hard and desperate to make love to her.
A fine sheen of perspiration beaded his forehead, and he swallowed hard. He couldn’t leave until he made love to her. Breathing heavily, he sank his face into her smooth, fragrant neck and promised hoarsely, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
Chapter 14
With a sigh of pleasure, Georgiana wound her arms around Alex’s sturdy neck and got up on her tiptoes. She kissed his jaw, just beneath his earlobe and inhaled deeply, memorizing his delicious, manly scent. Everything about him intoxicated her and she couldn’t help herself.
A voice in her head warned that Alex was noncommittal, and she wanted a family. They were ill suited for one another and there would be no future for them. Georgiana knew this, but she didn’t want to worry about anything tonight. Tonight, she would be like Alex…spontaneous and carefree for a change. Tomorrow, they would say goodbye, but right now she urgently wanted—and needed—him to make love to her. She longed for something she could remember forever.
“How did you know I was in trouble? Do you make it a habit of rescuing damsels in distress?” she murmured softly.
“Only angels like you.” He placed his hands on the curved indentation of her waist and drew her closer.
Georgiana’s lips curved upward in a coquettish smile and she peered at him from beneath her lashes, a shameless ploy at flirtation and, to her delight, it worked. His eyes smoldered as she ran her fingers through his dark, silky hair with provocative languor, loving the way his body reared to full attention. He spread his legs to accommodate the hard arousal pressing against his trousers.
Kissing the hollow of her neck where the delicate bones met, Alex’s tongue dipped and licked, causing her breath to come in shallow pants. Her bosom rose and fell with labored breaths as he palmed her buttocks, squeezing and massaging the round contours with deliberate caresses. Holding her firmly, he p
ressed his lean pelvis into the yielding curve of her belly, making her vividly aware of the blunt pressure of his sex.
“I want to kiss every gorgeous inch of your body…to see you naked and mindless with desire,” he rasped. His black gaze burned brightly, the irises of his eyes expanding so much they looked like black ink.
Alex hunched forward and tasted her lips, warmly licking the top one and the bottom one until she moaned softly and her tongue darted out to meet his. With a low growl, his hands captured her face and held it still as his tongue plunged into her mouth and ravenously plundered it.
“There’s no turning back now,” he said brusquely, his body rigid and tense.
“No turning back,” she agreed, her voice guttural with need.
“I’m going to make love to you all night. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, and I won’t stop until I have your complete surrender.”
Alex’s growling erotic words made her suck in an excited breath. His tone was one of mastery and she craved it. “You already have it,” she said, pressing her achy breasts against his hard-muscled chest.
Pinpricks of desire swarmed her electrified body when he lowered her bra straps and slid his warm palms under the curve of her breasts. Fondling them, he rubbed his thumbs over the tight buds until her knees buckled.
“Easy, baby, we’ve only just begun,” he said, fastening his hands on her hips and lowering his mouth to her breasts. He kissed them, laving the tips with the rough velvet pad of his tongue before sucking one, then the other into his mouth. “So soft…like rose petals,” he murmured, unsnapping her bra and taking it off, along with her blouse. His mouth returned to feast on her sensitive breasts with agonizing indolence until she was moaning and twisting in his arms.
“Take me to bed,” she urged.
He lifted and carried her into her bedroom, where he sank onto her bed still cradling her in his arms. Georgiana’s hands lowered from his neck and slid down his muscular torso, marveling at the ridges that formed his abs. She bracketed the bones of his lean hips, her thumbs stroking the jutting edges before her hands lowered to cup his engorged sex.
“Not yet,” he grated, his voice gruff with lust.
He pulled a condom out of his pocket and laid it on the bed before tearing off his clothes. He nudged Georgiana to lay face upward and peeled down her black cigarette pants and sheer black panties, admiring every curve revealed—the dip of her navel, the triangle of her pulsing feminine mound nestled between her thighs.
Georgiana groaned into his hot mouth when his long fingers parted the swollen folds of her sex and delved into her slippery cleft. Stroking her tiny nub of pleasure with deft precision, he brought her closer and closer to climax. He lowered his lust-darkened face to her breasts and his hungry mouth fastened on one nipple, eliciting a thrilling gasp when he sucked it deeply.
A stab of white-hot pleasure shot through her so intensely, she grabbed his hair and cried, “Alex, please. I can’t take any more.” Beside herself with unbearable longing, she squirmed and arched against his hand.
Alex positioned his strong body over her lust-weakened one and slid his hands under her bottom. Lifting her up, the tip of his sex nudged her snug entrance before he sank inside her, slowly and surely until he filled her completely. Breathing heavily, he paused while her tender sex expanded and clenched around his hard length.
Burrowing deep, he began vigorous, steady thrusts that made her writhe helplessly against him. Georgiana grabbed his buttocks—the tight mounds powerfully flexing in her hands as he pumped inside her. Her pelvis rocked wildly at the exhilarating pace he kept with boundless drive.
His lips feverishly sought hers when she cried out his name, his tongue hungrily plowing the depths of her open mouth. Her body quaked and shuddered with near delirium as he drove in her like a man possessed, deeper, faster, harder, until she came with shattering intensity, invoking his name between shaken moans.
A deep shudder wracked Alex’s powerful body as his raucous, primitive release overtook him. Panting heavily, he stayed in Georgiana, stroking the damp stands of her hair from her face as he kissed her cheeks and eyelids with heart melting tenderness.
After a while he turned onto his back and pulled Georgiana on top of him, his chin resting on her temple. Her cheek nestled his chest as she listened to his frenzied heartbeat slow down to deep breaths and before long, their hearts seemed to beat in unison.
She sighed happily as he murmured endearments and his large hand stroked the indentation of her spine. Heavy-lidded and speechless with bliss, she snuggled closer to him and stroked the stubble on his face. Never in her life had she experienced such raw, powerful lovemaking.
Alex was a compelling and generous lover, and she couldn’t imagine more exquisite, satisfying pleasure than what he’d just given her. He was breathtaking, dynamic and magnificent.
An hour later, Georgiana awakened to the feel of Alex’s hand caressing her hip. She peeked up at him and caught the bright gleam of his smile in the dark. “Why are you grinning like that?” she asked, drawing back a few inches to stare at him.
“I just realized something.” He shook his head. “In my haste to bed you, I neglected to give you the love bites I promised. I’m going to have to remedy that, Blondie. You are too delicious to pass up.”
Sucking in an excited breath, Georgiana licked her dry lips. “You’re not the only one who enjoys giving love bites,” she said with a saucy smile before nipping his neck playfully.
“Oh yeah?” A wolfish grin spread over his face as his strong teeth flashed white in his dark face. “I’ll bet your skin will turn a lot pinker than mine,” he said, deftly turning her onto her stomach.
“You are a primitive carnivore,” she choked out as he swept her long hair from her neck and gently sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh of her nape.
He chuckled wickedly when she clutched the pillow and buried her face in it as his marauding lips and teeth traveled all over her back and waist, nipping and kissing, the love bites stinging a bit more when he got to the fleshy curves of her bottom.
Georgiana gasped as desire flooded her body, and she tried to turn over. But he easily held her down and continued his hungry assault until he’d thoroughly tasted the contours of her thighs, the sensitive backs of her knees and the length of her calves.
It wasn’t until he reached her feet and bit the plump pad of her big toe that he allowed her to turn over. By then she was biting the pillow and begging him to end the delicious torment. Reaching for him, she was surprised when he pulled away and got another condom from his pants pocket.
“Again?” she inquired happily.
“Again,” he confirmed. His eyes lit up like burning coals. “I mean to keep you purring all night, querida.”
She had to smile at his brazen male confidence—it gave her a naughty thrill. “I love when you talk to me in Spanish. Come here, Terremoto,” she said with outstretched arms.
Alex joined her on the bed and gathered her close, murmuring Spanish endearments as his lips brushed the sensitive shell of her ear and his warm breath fanned her neck. Her pulse quickened eagerly and tremors shook her body as he skillfully primed her for more lovemaking.
This time he took it slowly, replacing his initial zeal with deliberate care, exploring the nuances of her highly receptive body and stunning her with such orgasmic ecstasy, she could scarcely breathe.
Georgiana returned his attentions generously, loving the raw, uninhibited way he responded to her lovemaking. All through the night, they gave each other such pleasure. Georgiana could scarcely imagine leaving him and her heart ached at their inevitable parting in the morning. She willed herself not to think of it as she reveled in the incredible intimacy they shared.
During the quiet aftermath of intense lovemaking, they talked at length, their innermost thoughts cocooned by the passion-drenched haze. She learned that Alex had always wanted brothers and sisters and had sometimes had bouts of loneliness.
“Did you ever tell your parents that you wished for a brother or sister?” Georgiana asked.
“No.” He chuckled. “This may sound selfish, but both my parents had demanding professions, and I figured early on that more siblings might mean less quality time with them, so I kept quiet.”
Georgiana laughed. “I hear you. My brothers were hell-raisers, and they took up a lot of my parents’ attention. They are all sports fanatics, but I’m not. While they were at games or watching them on TV, I was quietly drawing in my own little world.”
“It seems you’re close to your brothers now though,” Alex said.
“Maybe now, but not when I was growing up. They treated me like I was this fragile little flower and thought it was their job to be overprotective and boss me around. Honestly, they were so impossible I often wished I was an only child.” She shook her head. “But now that I moved away, I miss them a lot.”
“I’m sure they miss you too,” Alex said, hugging her. “What’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get home?”
“I’m sure there will be a game going on, so I plan to sneak out and light a candle for my Grandma Emmy. When she was alive, she always spent Christmas with us. She loved the Blessed Sacrament Church near Central Park.”
Alex nodded. “I know which church you mean. I’ve been there. I went to Columbia University for med school.”
Georgiana smiled and cupped the side of his face. “To think you lived ten minutes away and we never met in the city. That’s New York for you.” She didn’t want to believe that meeting Alex on Christmas Eve was pure serendipity. “Are you hungry?” she asked, giggling when his stomach growled. “I can make us toast and tea if you like.”
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