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I take a deep, steadying breath. “Just don’t do something like that ever again and I won’t have to.”
“I won’t. I promise.” The car comes to a stop as he moves to kiss me, and the intercom in the ceiling crackles.
“We’ve arrived, Mr. Waters.”
Alex closes his eyes and exhales on an annoyed sigh. Releasing his hold on me, he reaches over and opens the door and Jeeves offers me his hand. I accept it, feeling a little unsteady after such an intense conversation. Alex thanks him, and guides me up the steps to his house.
Once we’re inside, things become awkward again. He shoves his hands in his pockets and offers me a drink.
“I’m not thirsty right now.”
“Neither am I.”
He scratches his beard. “Do you want to talk some more?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“We could play Scrabble.”
Right. Because that’s what I want to do right now.
“Maybe another time.” I step closer, and my chest almost grazes his stomach through the inconvenient layers of his suit. His eyes drop to my cleavage. I wore a V-neck tonight for a reason. “Are you going to kiss me?”
He swallows. “Do you want me to?”
“I think it would be a good idea.”
“Me, too.”
He’s tentative until I press into him, bringing us together. Then he cups the back of my head with his palm and lays one on me. It’s all tongue and teeth and aggression.
We stand in his foyer for a good ten minutes, mouth fucking with abandon. It’s the same, but it’s different. So much has changed between us since the last time we were together.
But he’s still Alex, and I’m still Violet. He’s already got his hand inside my shirt. At the same time, he’s trying to shed his suit jacket and carry me to the stairs. In a rare moment of ungracefulness, he trips on the first step and we land in a heap. The intensity of the moment broken, I laugh against his lips.
He pushes up on his arms, his eyes are wild, chest heaving. “Do you want me to stop? Should I stop? Am I moving too fast?”
I shake my head and pull him back down by his tie. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
“Fucking hell, I’ve missed you so much.”
With an arm around my waist, Alex drags me up the stairs while keeping his mouth fused to mine. The coordination to do this is astounding. I keep bumping my elbows on the stairs along the way. The only reason my head is safe is because Alex is cupping the back of it. He pauses at the top of the landing, apparently unable to wait until we’re in the privacy and comfort of his bedroom.
His tie is tossed aside, followed by my shirt. Alex moves on to his shirt, flicking the buttons open. In the meantime, I struggle uselessly with the clasp of my bra, incapable of getting it open despite having done this every damn day for the past ten plus years.
My chest is in Alex’s face, so he slides two fingers into the front of my bra between my boobs. Then he yanks, hard. One strap ricochets off the railing.
“What the hell?” I ask because, well, what the hell? This is a brand new bra.
“I’ll buy you another one. I wanted it off.” His mouth descends over one glass-cuttingly hard nipple, and his palm covers the free one.
He groans, and squeezes, and gropes, and sucks, and groans some more. I throw my head back and bang it on the railing when he uses his teeth.
Alex looks up. “You okay?”
I moan in response.
“God, you’re sexy,” he says around my nipple, hard-pressed to give up making out with it, I suppose.
“You know what’s sexy?” My voice comes out raspy and low. I’m working on sounding sexified, not like I have emphysema.
“Mmm?”
“You, half-naked.”
“You think?” He stands and pulls me up with him.
“You know what’s even sexier?” I ask as he picks me up and carries me down the hall.
“You naked?”
“No. You naked.”
As soon as he sets me down on the bed, I frantically unbuckle his belt and yank his pants off.
The monster cock springs free, nearly taking out my eye. I sigh as I touch the hot skin. “I missed you so much.”
“Are you talking to me or my dick?” He looks mildly offended but mostly entertained.
“Both.” I lift my gaze. “But mostly you above the waist.”
Cocky smile aside, his relief is obvious. He traces the curve of my bottom lip. “I should hope so.”
I slide my hand up his chest, hook my palm around the back of his neck, and crane to reach his lips. “I missed every part of you.”
Alex’s body is suddenly pressed flush against me, his lips on my neck. I turn my head to give him better access and am distracted by one of his jerseys hanging on the footboard. I shouldn’t notice things like this while Alex and I are busy getting our freak on, but it’s red.
