He nods. “And then I took it home and tried it.”
“Oh. And now you’re bringing it to me because I need to discard it? Since no one else can have it?”
He hands me the bowl. “I ate all of it. It’s fucking delicious. And I can’t fucking believe that you have made me like something with bananas that’s not a banana. But then I realized that,of course,you did. Because you’ve turned everything else upside down. Why not bananas?”
The bowl is indeed empty. I have no idea what to do with this information. “You seem upset.”
He crowds close, stepping me back into my house, then closing my door behind him and locking it. “Wildflower, I think upset is a pretty good way to describe how I have felt since I’ve met you.”
I open my mouth to respond to that becausehey, but he puts a finger over my lips.
“But not upset in the angry way. Upset in the confused and befuddled and riled up and my world is all messed up way. And yeah, I don’t love that. Because I haven’t had that in my life. Ever. I pay people very good money to make my life the opposite of that. But the minute I met you, there has been chaos and things swirling around me and my life going off the rails and nothing happening according to any kind of plan and…” He drops his hand and blows out a breath. “I have never wanted anyone more than I want you. All of you. All the time. I can’t get enough of you.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding, my entire body hot and tingling.
“Oh,” I say. Brilliantly. Then I take a breath and say, “Well, we'd better go upstairs then.”
He sags, almost as if in relief. He steps in close again, and I realize I’m backed up against the wall. He leans in, resting his forearm on the wall over my head, caging me in.
“There are two things that I am very good at,” he says. “Two areas, Ineverhave to question things. Two places I am fully and completely in control. Hockey. And fucking. And you have managed to twist and turn hockey so much that I barely recognize it. Which means there’s now only one thing that I know for sure I am really good at and where I can be totally in control. And you’re going to let me be in control of this, aren’t you, Wildflower?”
Well, what can I say here? Do I want this man to ravish me? Yes. Yes, I do.
“My bedroom is the second door on the right.”
Alex makes a low, growling noise that makes my pussy clench, then he bends and throws me over his shoulder and starts up the stairs.
Fuck, yes. More of this. All the time.
Am I going to be ruined in April? Yep. Do I care? Not one bit.
When we get to my room, he strides in without hesitation, kicks my door shut behind us, stops next to the bed, and lets me slide down his body.
He doesn’t give me a centimeter of space. He cups my face with both hands and lowers his mouth until it’s hovering just over mine and says, “I’m going toown youtonight.”
Then he gives me a very good idea of just what he means by that.
His tongue is possessive, tasting every inch of my mouth. His hand tightens at the back of my head, making it impossible for me to move away from his onslaught. As if I would.
I arch closer, my body needing to be closer to his.
One big hand drops to my ass and squeezes. I feel a lick of heat across my clit as my pussy clenches.
Oh, God. I’ve never been this hot and wound tight just from kissing.
All at once, he pulls his mouth away. I whimper. I want his mouthonme at all times. It doesn’t have to be just on my mouth, but I want that hot, knowing, greedy mouth on my body somewhere.
“There are three positions Imusthave you in,” he tells me as he reaches behind his head to grasp his shirt and tug it over his head. “Spread out under me, thighs as wide as they can go, hands and knees, and you on top taking me deep.”
His voice is a little gruff, maybe, but he says it like he’s telling me his top three choices from the movie selection on the TV.
On the other hand, hearing those words and the images they elicit make my entire body go hot and start throbbing.
The soft yellow light from my bedside lamp allows me to see the cocky grin he gives me when he says, “Then you can pick what you want.”
“That’s very agreeable of you,” I say.
Alex Olsen’s rock-hard, perfectly sculpted abs are less than a foot away.
