Alaric’s grin widened, and he crossed over to his bike. He swung his leg over it, straddling the bike between his powerful thighs, and beckoned with his hand for me to join him.
Gleefully, I climbed on behind him, my hands settling against his abs. The bike roared to life, the headlight coming on and pointing down his driveway.
He maneuvered it out of the garage, down the driveway and to the road.
I rested my head against his back, appreciating it all—the security I felt with him, even on the rear of a two-wheeled vehicle, speeding down an empty country road, was something Ineverhad before, not even with Erik.
Comfort, companionship, contentment—maybe. But not this all-consuming love that lit me up from the inside out.
We were pulling up to the curb in front of my building all too soon, and I let out a little mewl of protest when he shut the bike off. Alaric chuckled, helping me climb off the back before swinging his leg over and joining me on the sidewalk.
He took my hand, and we walked up to the building, trading glances. He didn’t seem able to pry his eyes off me, either.
We walked silently up the stairs, pausing in front of my door so I could unlock it before dragging him in behind me.
Once inside, he pulled me against him, kissing me deeply, and letting go of all the restraint he held on to during our G-rated dinner at his place. The pent-up sexual energy was off the charts, and I moaned, my pelvis grating against him.
Alaric picked me up, cupping my ass in his large hands, and carried me down the hall to my bedroom. Dahmer let out an angry hiss, flying off the bed and out of the room.
I paused to laugh—and to draw in a revitalizing breath, my eyes finding his in the dark.
He cupped my chin, gently guiding it so I’d look directly into his bright blue eyes, illuminated by the light from the streetlamp outside my bedroom window.
“It took me eight weeks to realize I’m irrevocably in love with you, Gwen, and have been since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
My throat closed, emotion clogging it; my heart bursting. “I’ve fallen in love with you too,” I admitted, my eyes misting a little.
Alaric smiled, lifting his hand to cup the side of my face. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me slowly while his hands moved over my body reverently.
Finding the hem of my shirt, he pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. He cupped me through my bra, rolling my nipple through the lacy material while his other hand reached around to unclasp it. I let it fall off my shoulders, working Alaric’s belt at the same time.
We made short work of his clothes before he dropped me onto my mattress. His eyes moving over my body fervently before he lowered his face to the apex of my thighs, pressing a kiss there.
His breath was hot and tantalizing against my skin. His mouth moved closer to my core, and I let out a sharp exhale, every nerve in my body pulsing. I was incredibly turned on, so completely and utterly in love with him.
“Do you want this?” he asked lowly, his eyes serious as they bore into mine.
“Yes,” I said with absolute certainty, even knowing he was referring to a lot more than just his dick. His magical, beautiful dick—I sighed with anticipation, squirming against the mattress.
Alaric crawled on top of me, parting my legs with his knee, settling between them. His tip brushed against my core, and I let out a low, murmuring plea.
His arms on either side of my face, he looked down into my eyes, drawing in a breath. My heart skipped, tripping over its beat.
He slid into me with a deep thrust, filling me to the hilt. I felt the difference immediately—his skin against mine was utterly euphoric, so sinfully gratifying, so unabridged. “Alaric,” I gasped, my nails biting into his back.
He pulled out, sliding back in again at a torturously slow pace as he lifted his head, his eyes locked on mine, watching the pleasure filter across my face with every thrust. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying desperately to keep my pleasured mews to a minimum.
Alaric grinned, his lips lowering to cover mine, his hands tangling in my hair as he moved within me.
“You’re still on birth control, right?” he said, speaking against the side of my neck.
“Obviously,” I breathed, rolling my eyes—partly in exasperation, but mostly from the delirious pleasure I felt every time he sank into me. Alaric let out a guttural grunt against my neck in response, keeping up a lethargic pace that made my toes curl.
I pushed my leg against his waist, urging him to roll over. He took me with him, his thick cock sliding out of me when he hitched my leg over him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, watching as I sank down on his length. His hands went to my waist, the pads of his fingers pressing in as I arched my back, moving against him.
Loving the way he was gazing at me, I rocked my hips forward. My lids fluttered closed as I rolled them again, feeling Alaric’s thighs tense beneath me as he emitted a low moan.
