His groan is as sexy as his sinfully handsome face. “Are you propositioning me, Ms. Myers?”
“Depends?” I reply with a shrug.
“On?”
His quick reply reveals his eagerness. I just don’t know if it is eagerness to accept my invitation or discover my terms.I guess there is only one way to find out?
“On whether or not you’re going to accept my proposal. I’ve never thrown out an invite like this before. I don’t want it tossed back in my face.”
My teeth grit, hating the need in my voice. I’m not a clinger. I’m independent and strong. . . and horny as fuck, so I really hope he hasn’t misread my eagerness as vulnerability.
My worst nightmare comes true when Alex mutters, “I don’t know if this is a good idea, Rae. Today has been tough on you. I already stepped over the line twice. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you—”
“If you so much as mention the word vulnerable, or anything along those lines, I’ll stab you with my fork the instant James serves dinner. I’m a grown ass woman who has no troubles differentiating horniness from grief. I’m horny, goddammit, but since you’re clearly not up to the task, I guess I’ll have to take care of business the old-fashioned way!”
I slam my purse onto the table separating our seats before making a dramatic dash for the bathroom James is steering clear of. After shutting the door with force, I lean my back against it.
Okay, maybe I’m a little stressed.
At least this time, it isn’t just Luca’s memorial hammering me. It’s everything. Danielle and her crazy plan to replace my heart with a pig’s because supposedly mine is malfunctioning. The statement I was forced to give in front of my parents about how I discovered Danielle had been in my apartment, and uncovering I’m not the only Myers keeping secrets. Ayden has bucket loads of them, and Raquel’s are only just surfacing.
I also feel guilty. Today is supposed to be about Luca, but all I’m worried about is gobbling up the scraps Alex is tossing my way before he returns to the “no touch” rule he instituted before we left for Texas. That’s why I invited him to Weston’s party. Taking him back to Texas may be my only chance of securing a second round with him.
Ugh!Now I’m more mad than horny. I’ve never been more pathetic in my life. My momma raised me to take no shit from anyone. She knocked my dad’s pegs down an inch or two when he sauntered into her life anticipating a wallflower but discovering a tigress—and instead of emulating her, I wilted under the heat.
Screw Alex and his above-par bedroom skills, way with words, and panty-wetting face. I was perfectly fine before he waltzed into my life, so I’ll be perfectly fine when he saunters back out.
After scowling at the two-faced liar glaring at me in the mirror, I pivot on my heels and throw open the washroom door. I don’t make it one step out of the zesty-scented space. Alex’s imposing frame is blocking my exit. It is more rigid than usual since it is hardened with anger.
I realize I still have a lot to learn about the man standing in front of me when he charges for me. The crash of our lips is so violent, James’s head pops through the curtains separating business class from economy. Upon spotting Alex’s fingers weaving through my hair as his tongue strokes my stunned mouth, James once again disappears into the abyss.
In a flurry of bites and kisses, I somehow end up pinned against the wall of the bathroom with my skirt wrapped around my waist and Alex’s cock nudging between the folds of my pussy. I don’t know where my panties went. One minute they were there; the next minute they were gone.
I call out in an erotic purr when Alex sheaths me in one quick motion. Stars blister in front of my eyes as his name topples from my lips. This is what I need. This and only this. I need to be claimed. Taken. Loved.
As if he heard my private thoughts, Alex grunts, “The next time you need me, Rae, tell me. Don’t badger me to force a response. Don’t run from me so I have to chase you. Run to me.” He jackknifes his hips, creating a wave low in my womb. “Because no matter what you say or do, no matter how bad things get between us, I’m not going anywhere.”
He stares straight into my eyes, the possessiveness in them piercing my heart as well as my senses. “And neither the fuck are you. Do you understand me? I’m here, Rae. I’m right fucking here.”
He fucks me greedily, knowing my desires will subdue me enough that my heart can hear the truth in his words. The emotions powering our exchange are too much. The sensation, the energy, and the enlargement of my heart, it’s all too much. I can’t handle this. I shouldn’t be having feelings like this for any man, let alone one I hardly know. The last time I felt like this, the man I loved said he could never love me back. He killed himself the night I confessed my undying devotion, preferring to die than disappoint me.
Alex’s thrusts slow when an unexpected sob tears from my throat. I try to cover it up with a moan, but he’s too perceptive to accept another lie. While his pumps switch from a man fucking in a wildly possessive rage to those of a man in love, he coerces my eyes to his.
I fight his pull. I don’t want him to see me like this—defenseless and raw—but his pull is too intense. When I give him my eyes, he peers straight into them, not the least bit worried by the moisture teeming in them. He caresses my cheeks, lips, and neck with the same tenderness his cock bestows on my pussy. He accepts the utter rawness beaming from me without any hesitation crossing his features. He cherishes me, devastating lows and all.
“I’ve got you,” he mutters when my body chooses its own response to his silent assurance by nuzzling into his neck. “And I’ll never let you go.”
He doesn’t. He cherishes me the remainder of the flight, making me the most unhinged and vulnerable I’ve ever been.
I knew this man was dangerous.
It isn’t solely my life in his hands, though.
It is my soul.
4
“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you to your door?”
