“My reaction to you wasn’t about wanting to conceive then or now, Regina. I simply want you. I’ve been haunted by our one night together for four unrelenting months. I need to feel you under me again. I need to know it and you weren’t a figment of my imagination. Will you let me have you tonight?”
Fire flickered inside her belly from a small spark to the growing inferno she could hardly contain. Did she want him? Did she want him to have her? Hell-to-the-absolute-yes.
“I’m yours anytime, anywhere you want me.”
To the novice ear, she was certain she sounded thirsty and pathetic, begging for a man’s attention. What they’d need to understand to even remotely comprehend the unfolding scene is that Aléx was no ordinary man.
It wasn’t just his body, although Lord knew that was enough. His tanned bare chest, strong and supple with its defined muscles, didn’t just represent a hot body to bring her pleasure. It represented a safe place to let go and come undone.
She’d come undone that night in his hotel room; she’d allowed him to erase every care and worry she had and just simply focus on him, to exist in the pleasure he supplied.
“Careful, Treasure.” His voice was deep and rich like aged bourbon, intoxicating as it drew her in. “I might just take you up on that.”
Regina slid her hands up his arms and down his pecs, loving his warm skin underneath hers. She’d been nearly consumed by that heat all those months ago. There was no way in hell she was missing out on it now. If Aléx was offering to let her bathe in that fire again, to let her forget everything, including the fact that this would be all he could ever give her, she would allow him whatever access to her body he wanted.
“I wholeheartedly expect you to.”
There was no warning. Like a lion, he was ferocious and fast, lifting her until her legs were around his hips and his lips were on hers. He drank from her, taking all she had to give and still demanding more.
When she broke away from the kiss to drag air into her burning lungs, she noticed they were no longer in the previous bedroom. They were in his…correction, theirs. She’d stayed in that other bedroom because she hadn’t wanted to assume anything between them. Aléx had been clear about love not factoring into their relationship. She’d agreed that it wouldn’t be a problem. She was simply here to get the things she wanted: a baby and her hair care line. Couldn’t this intimacy be one of those things too?
He answered the question rolling around in her head when he loosened his grip on her and allowed her to slide down his taut body until her feet touched the plush carpeting on the floor. With skilled hands, he slipped one spaghetti strap of her camisole down and then the other.
“The night I came to your apartment, and you walked out of your bathroom wearing a similar set, I had to fight myself not to touch you. You were hurting, and me groping you wasn’t what you needed. God, but how I wanted to. That image has been replaying in my head on a constant loop.”
He let the silk camisole fall until it puddled around her feet on the floor, stepping behind her before placing searing lips against the base of her neck. It was a simple touch, but instant flames engulfed her as her lust consumed her. He pulled away, forcing a desperate moan from her. She lifted an arm, burying her fingers into his thick, dark strands as she attempted to drag his mouth back to where she wanted it.
“The last time we were together, everything was hot and furious, Regina.”
“Are you complaining?”
He was pressed against her back now, and she could feel the soft rumble of a sexy chuckle rolling through his chest.
“Not in the least. Except that I wished I’d had more time to explore every inch of your body. I intend to make up for that now.”
He pulled the silk shorts of the set down, slowly setting her skin on fire with each touch. Once she stepped out of them, he stood and cupped her heavy breasts from behind, rolling his thumbs over the sensitive flesh of her nipples. Her body tingled at his touch, need blossoming inside her that every place his fingers grazed, no matter how lightly, made her ache.
He used one hand to pull her face to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as his free hand slipped between her thighs. She would’ve gasped if she could, but his kiss was so powerful, so thorough, it seemed to capture her breath, leaving her air-hungry as his fingers found her folds.
Carefully he slid his fingers between them, finding the slick evidence of her arousal, and he moaned so deeply she could feel it reverberate through her body, causing her sex to throb, aching for more.
More of his touch, more of him, more of the need he was stoking in her.
“How could you ever believe I wouldn’t want you like this every chance afforded me?”
He slowly stroked her clit, his fingers moving in rhythm with the cadence of his words. Her hips began to swerve to the rhythm he was creating, chasing the pleasure his fingers so expertly gave to her. She was so close, right there on the precipice of release. She just needed…needed…
He slipped a finger inside her. The sensation ratcheted up her desire, causing delicious tension to pull at her muscles, making her sex flex around him. He added another finger, and the stretch was so perfect, adding the last spark she was seekingto ignite the climax that had been just out of reach from the moment he touched her.
His strong arm closed around her waist, keeping her upright as she rode his fingers to completion.
“There’s my good girl. You have no idea how much I’ve missed her, how much I’ve wanted to see her break apart for me.”
Slowly, her cognitive abilities returned through the haze of post-climax bliss.
“Is that all you wanted, to see her come on your fingers?”
He hissed between his teeth as if she’d struck a raw nerve. Point one for her. He might be a king with an obedience kink in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t drag him to lose his ever-present control.
