I looked back at her and realized suddenly that she wasn’t fragile or broken. She wasn’t hesitant or naive. This woman underneath me right now was that same formidable Killer I’d been in awe of since we’d met, and with that thought, I sat up back on my knees.
“Take it off,” I demanded, motioning to my pants with my free hand before I brought it to her hip and gripped it. “If you really don’t want me to hold back, then get ready, Mrs. Westwood, because this seriously isn’t going to take long.”
A slow, ridiculously pleased, ridiculously mischievous smile spread across her lips. “Finally, husband. Welcome to the freaking party.”
CHAPTER 27
JANE
I’d honestly started wondering if perhaps I’d misread Alex and he didn’t want me at all. When he’d said last night that he wasn’t going to fuck me, following with that explanation about us being half-drunk, I’d thought that was okay.
Admirable, even.
But this morning, when he’d been so obviously turned on, in bed with me on a stormy morning and he’dstillrolled out of bed? Well, I’d wondered. Not even just wondered. I’d worried. I’d thought that maybe I wasn’t his type or that something about me or our situation had put him off.
I wasn’t wondering or worrying anymore, though. The mighty Alex Westwood stood on his knees on the bed in front of me, naked as the day he’d been born and so hard, his shaft seemed to have been carved from stone.
He was thick and long, his veins bulging and his tip shiny and wet. A few moments ago, when he’d kicked off his pants and pulled his hoodie off with one fist clutched around his collar, I hadn’t been sure what to expect.
That wasn’t true anymore, either. Alex slid a hand into my hair, those piercing green eyes burning into mine as he tightened his grip and slowly moved my head forward. It looked like mydarling husband really was always in control, no matter how close he was to losing it.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t stop smiling. I’d wanted this for longer than I was willing to admit, my panties damp again where I was already aching for him.
I moved willingly, holding his gaze. I parted my lips and he groaned when I licked a line around his tip before sucking him into my mouth, wrapping my hand around the base of him where he didn’t quite fit.
“Shit, Jane,” he panted, his fingers tightening in my hair. It sent a delicious zing of pain through my scalp that traveled down my spine and landed right between my legs. “That’s it, Killer. God, yes. Just like that.”
Oh. He’s verbal like this too. Good to know.
I sucked him in further, moving my hand in unison with my mouth and wrapping the fingers of my other hand around his hip. Holding him tight, I went to work, learning him the way he’d so painstakingly done with me last night.
As turned on as I already was, I made a mental note of where I’d licked when he groaned, what I’d done to make him suck in a breath, and how much he seemed to like it when I dug my fingernails into his hip just a little bit. My nipples brushed against the inside of my borrowed shirt, even just the cotton against them making me tremble.
Alex’s hips started moving, rocking into my mouth. My hand not wrapped around him dropped to the waistband of my sweats. It hadn’t even been a conscious movement, but he noticed it immediately, pulling back so abruptly that his cock released from my lips with a wet pop.
“Oh, hell no,” he said raggedly, reaching for the hem of the hoodie and quickly pulling it up and over my head. “That’s my job now, Killer. If you want to be touched,I’mgoing to be doing the touching.”
“But what if?—”
He shot me a look that was half heat, half amusement. “Can we justnotright now?”
“Not what?”
Groaning, he laid me back on the bed with his hands against my shoulders. He hooked his fingers around my waistband and rolled the pants and panties down. “Not discuss semantics. Obviously, that’s not a general rule that’s always going to be applicable. Hell, give me a couple hours and I’ll watch you touch yourself, but right now, I’m going to be the one doing the touching.”
“I thought you were almost there.”
The corners of his eyes tightened a fraction as he tossed my clothes away and lowered his head to mine. “Iamalmost there, Killer. Way too close for comfort actually, if you must know, but that doesn’t change the facts.”
He kissed me hard but then pulled away and winked at me. “Besides, I told you where I was going to come, didn’t I?”
I let out a sound that should’ve been humiliating but wasn’t, arching my back when he spread my legs with his hands and kissed a path down the length of my body. Without even trying to stop him, I ran my fingers into his hair when he brought his lips to my clit and sucked it between his teeth, relishing that sweet relief that cascaded through me at the contact.
Alex, it was turning out, really was something else in bed. I was here for it. Actually, I wasn’t even just here for it, I was living for it.
He stroked a finger along my seam before dipping it into me. I shuddered, moaning his name as my hips arched and my eyelids fluttered shut. As soon as his name left my lips, I felt him shiver, followed by a long, low groan against my core.
“Don’t do that, Jane,” he tried warning me, but I opened my eyes, glancing down to find him staring up at me.
