Please say guest bedrooms. Please say guest bedrooms.
For once, my prayers are answered when Alex answers, “To the guest bedrooms.” His eyes lower to mine to take in my gleaming eyes and the sultry curve of my lips. “Supposedly I need to change.”
* * *
I got Alex naked. It was for barely ten seconds, but his stacked abs, tight V muscle, and mouth-watering guns have kept the furnace in my belly nicely stoked the past three hours. That, and the female members of his family. They tease Alex and his older brother Grayson nearly as relentlessly as me. I’ve laughed so much tonight, the vigorous activities Alex and I undertook last night aren’t the sole cause for my aching stomach. His family is a hoot, as laid back and down to earth as Alex could be if he’d just let go of the reins for a second.
He doesn’t need to drink. I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since we joined his family for dinner, and I’m having a blast. I’ve always assumed family gettogethers would be a snooze fest without a bottle of wine. Alex’s family proves that isn’t the case. They downed the booze while my veins thrived off their dynamic.
I love how close-knit they are. Watching Alex dote on his mom and sister amplified the crush I’ve had on him since we bumped heads in the elevator. There is nothing more sexually appealing than seeing a man treat a woman right. Alex can be a little aggressive, and his domineering outside of the bedroom frustrates me, but the respect he shows his mother makes him ridiculously hot.
I’ve given in to my temptations many times tonight. We’ve laughed, shared sneaky kisses, and even a handful of feather-like touches have occurred under the table. Usually, I’m against touchy-feely PDA’s, but just like the bricks I’ve attempted to rebuild around my heart, Alex knocks them down. I want him to smother my neck in kisses, feel his hot breath on my skin as he makes me melt underneath him. I want everything he is willing to give me, and then I’ll return the favor in a way that will blow his mind.
I squirm in Alex’s lap when I fantasize about the hungry, frenzied kisses we’ve shared so far in our relationship. In the past forty-eight hours, we’ve experienced them all. The tender ones, the ravenous ones, the ones that make you forget what day of the week it is. I thought our first one was so fire-sparking as it was fueled by pent-up lust. I was wrong. Every one we’ve had since then strengthens what I’ve always known: Alex can kiss. His plump lips and the power he has over his tongue is mesmerizing, but his beard. . . god, it adds an element I’ve never experienced before.
I hate the wiry hair covering his jaw because it hides an asset he should exploit, not conceal, but the more times he runs his scruffy Viking beard down my neck, the more I fall in love with it. I want to feel it scratching every inch of my skin, to have it coated in both my scent and my arousal. I want it to tickle my neck before he drags it through the wet dampness between my legs. I want it so bad, and I want it now.
I wonder if Alex can hear my private thoughts when his cock throbs in his trousers. He grows against my thigh, teasing me as insistently as I’ve badgered him tonight. His thick fingers dig into my hip as if he’s lassoing a rope around me, tethering us together with invisible bindings I’ll never be able to unknot.
Daringly, I press my lips to his ear and murmur, “I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you so bad.”
He continues his conversation with his brother without a single hitch in his breathing, but I know he heard me. His fingers flexed against my hip, and don’t even get me started on the region my mind can’t be deterred from.
“I’ve been a good girl. I played house. Now give me my reward.”
My comment is in jest. We’ve spent the last several hours surrounded by his family, but not once did I feel uncomfortable. I didn’t even balk when his mom slung her arms around my neck to hug me goodnight. I may have even initiated the farewell with his sister. I’m not suddenly overcome with friendliness, I just knew the faster they called it a night, the faster I’d get Alex naked. My plan went off without a hitch until it hit a snag I never saw coming: Grayson and his inability to take a hint.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he’s purposely foiling my ruse. I’ve waved a white flag in his eyes many times tonight, but not once has he seen it.
With a grin, I stuff the figurative white flag into my pocket before replacing it with the more risqué,you’ll never be able to miss itflag. This one is red and fiery, as obvious as the sexual tension teeming between Alex and me.
Alex’s eyes stray from Grayson midsentence when I twist in his lap. “Don’t mind me; I’m just slipping under the table to help myself to dessert.”
My last two words come out in a purr, the sting of Alex’s fingers as he struggles not to respond to my tease too pleasurable to ignore.
Staring down at me, his gorgeous face strains as his nostrils flare. He seems conflicted, as if he can’t decide whether to spank the sass straight out of me or strangle his brother for not taking a hint.
I’ll take either. The friction between us is so great, someone is bound to get massacred no matter what. Although I’d prefer the torture be inflicted on my needy pussy, Alex doesn’t just destroy my horniness when he’s burrowed inside me, he screws up my heart as well. You’d think that would dampen his appeal. It doesn’t. Not in the slightest. If anything, it makes me want him even more.
Besides, didn’t he tell me to run to him when I need him?I need him.
As if he heard my private thoughts, Alex returns his eyes to Grayson. “Say goodnight.”
I assume he is talking to Grayson until he squeezes my hip. My eyes bounce between two pairs of identically devastating blue eyes for several seconds. I’ve missed something. I have no idea how, but I’m not surprised. Even the most important men in my life flee to the back of my mind when I’m transfixed by my desires.
“Goodnight, Grayson,” I murmur like a good, obedient puppy.
With a smirk that reveals he didn’t miss the cheek in my tone, Grayson dips his chin. A stab of urgency bolts through my body when Alex plucks me from my chair. He races through the dining room at The Manor, his focus on the hidden servant stairwell we used earlier today.
“Do you know how hard your teases made me? I’ve been pitching a fucking tent all night long.”
The gruffness of his words tugs the coil in my womb, giving it a rough yank.
“I sat across from my mom with a swollen cock. Fuck, Rae!”
I shouldn’t smile, but I do.
Seeing my smile, Alex works his jaw side to side. “If I weren’t dying to hear you scream my name, I’d tie you to my bed, step back, then wait for you to beg me to touch you.”
