He holds me as I lean against him, gathering my wits.
“One down,” he whispers in my ear, “but I have more in store for you.”
I wink. “You’re lucky I want more, so you won’t be left with an overstock.”
He gives me the happiest grin I’ve ever seen on him.
Come to think of it, I’ve hardly ever seen him smile before. He’d been consistently grim since we met at my engagement party. When I asked Geoffroy why his younger brother hated me, he replied it wasn’t personal and that Alex was like that, a professional brooder. I’m sure that’s why Alex’s smile hits me so hard.
But it doesn’t last. A shadow crosses his face and he frowns. “Damn! I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t planning for this to happen.”
“I’m still on birth control,” I say.
His eyebrows shoot up. “You didn’t want more children with Geoffroy?”
“It’s him who didn’t want any more children with me,” I blurt. “Not since?—”
I bite my tongue before the words “Millie’s diagnosis” leave my mouth. It’s none of his business. Millie insists on keeping that secret close to her chest. I’d already told Pauline we weren’t going to use her health issues in our court battle, so there’s no reason Alex should know.
I say no more.
He nods once and says, “I’m clean, just so you know.”
“So am I.”
Without warning, his hands are on me, rough and possessive. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs as he hauls me up and heads for the bed.
I’ve never been carried like this before. Lacking experience, I have legitimate concerns.Is this safe?He’s tall and muscular, sure. But I’m not so short myself. And, after Millie was born, I went from a girlish extra small to a womanly medium, to Geoffroy’s dismay, which he made clear more than once.
Gripping Alex tighter, I express my worry.
He stops. But instead of setting me down, his mouth descends on mine, hot and demanding. He shoves his tonguepast my lips and… well, fucks my mouth with it. There’s no other way to describe this hard, wet, filthy kiss that makes my nipples stiffen into sensitive peaks.
When we reach the bed, he lays me down and settles beside me, cock prodding my hip. His mouth finds mine again. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Alex has kissed me more in the last hour than Geoffroy had in the previous year. All this kissing makes me lightheaded with desire and glee.
Alex grips the back of my thigh and drags it up around his hip. The movement spreads me open to him.
“You’re so beautiful!” he says, brushing my hair back from my face.
My toes curl at the compliment.
Don’t be silly, Eva!I tell myself. It’s just a line a man says to the woman he’s about to fuck. That’s all it is.
He holds himself above me and positions his cock at my entrance.
“Fuck,” he growls against my mouth, his voice hoarse enough to make my clit throb. “You’re dripping.”
He’s quick to drop the gentlemanly facade! I try to muster rightful anger, but I fail. When you value honesty as much as I do, it’s hard to fault dirty talk, which, at its core, is just raw truth. Iamdripping.
I’m so wet his entry requires no effort from either of us. There’s no chafing, no burning, none of the sensations I’ve come to expect from the early stages of sex. His body pins me down, all hard muscle and coiled tension. As his cock pushes into me, I arch into him on pure instinct, hungry for what he gives. He fills me, inch by delightful inch, grinding the ridge of his cock against the soaked inner walls of my vagina in slow, torturous circles.
What a wonderful, perfect fit!
He pulls back and looks at me. I frown at the retreat. His dark eyes burn with something that makes my stomach clench.
“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you want it.”
I answer at once. “I want it. Please.”
