He stops in front of me, bends, and lifts me into his arms. I gasp, instinct taking over as I wrap my legs around his waist. Hepresses me back against the wall and captures my mouth in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs.
My hands roam over his chest and bare back, tangling in his hair to pull him closer.
When he finally breaks the kiss, he’s smiling. He brushes his nose over mine, his voice thick with amusement. “Remind me to buy your friend the best gift I can find.”
I start to laugh, but the sound dies in my throat as his grip tightens on my ass and his lips crush mine with a desperate need that matches my own.
Then, we’re moving.
It takes me a second to realize he’s carrying me straight to his room. I cling to him, my hands gripping his broad shoulders as my heart races.
He sinks onto the mattress with me still gathered in his arms, discarding the box behind him. I barely register the pale blue duvet. I don’t see the room.
All I see is him. The hard line of his jaw, the dark intensity of his eyes. All I feel is him.
His hand slides up to cup my nape in a possessive grip. He draws me in, and I go willingly. My breath hitches, trapped by the heat of his gaze as I lean into his palm, letting the rough touch of his skin hold me together.
He kisses me with a ravenous hunger. A desperate, consuming thing. His arm bands around my waist, hauling me flush into him, and I hold on tight, our tongues tangling in a frantic rhythm.
I shift restlessly in his lap, utterly lost in everything his mouth on mine makes me feel. His grip tightens on my waist to the point of pain, and then, with straining effort, he breaks the kiss.
I stare at him, my chest heaving, skin on fire.
“Tell me to stop.” His voice is rough, a command that sounds like a plea.
I open my mouth, but he places two fingers over my lips. “You set the pace, remember? Tell me to stop at any moment, and I will. Without hesitation.”
I nod into his touch, my eyes locked on his.
“If you aren’t enjoying something, or don’t want to continue... tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
Chapter 19
nowhere else I would rather be
Cecily
I give him the only answer I have. I lick my lips, the tip of my tongue grazing the pads of his fingers.
His gaze snaps to my mouth. He withdraws his fingers and leans in, capturing my lower lip between his teeth to suck on it. Hard.
I arch into him, craving more contact, more of him.
Without breaking the kiss, he shifts, laying me against the mattress before hovering over me. He braces himself on one hand beside my head, the other resting heavily on my waist. I lift my hips, meeting the hard length of him grinding into my center, aching to get rid of the clothes separating us, desperate to feel skin.
I run my hands over the broad expanse of his back, pulling him down.
His mouth leaves a scorching trail down my neck, until he catches the thin strap of my camisole with his teeth, tugging slowly. When my breast is finally bared to his gaze, the look in his eyes darkens.
“Perfetta...”[LIX]
His lips graze my skin, ghosting over every inch except where I crave him most. When he finally reaches my nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, my short nails dig into his biceps.
With his eyes locked on mine, watching me with a look that feels almost sinful, he takes me fully into his mouth. And sucks.
It draws a long, jagged cry from my lips. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling at the strands. Alexander responds by sucking even harder, sending a jolt through me that makes my toes curl, digging helplessly into the duvet.
When he finally releases me, my skin feels cold without the warmth of his mouth. I expect him to tend to the other breast, but Alexander rises, gripping the hem of my camisole and peeling it over my head in one move.
