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“It’s barely seven in the morning,” I remind him. “I don’t care what kind of rules you want to break, but you’re not getting me out of here anytime before ten. Plus, I smell like a bar. I need a shower—and a really cold one at that. Otherwise, you and I aren’t making it anywhere.”
Alex nods before dropping down and reaching for my blanket to cover me up, only he glances up at me, his face barely an inch from the apex of my thighs, and he groans low, taking me in. All I’d need to do is hook my knee over his shoulder and we’d both be goners. Neither one of us would be willing to say no at that point.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his darkening gaze sweeping over my body before coming back up to meet my heated stare. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, it hurts.”
“Touch me, Alex,” I murmur.
He visibly swallows. “Say my name again.”
“Alex,” I say, lowering my tone. “Touch me before I’m forced to take matters into my own hands again, and I swear, I won’t even picture you while I come.”
He clenches his jaw, his eyes now jet-black as he rises back to his feet. “When I finally touch you, it’ll be because the anticipation is physically killing you, when you can’t fucking breathe another second without feeling my hands on your hot-as-fuck body,” he growls. “You told me you want a man who’s going to respect you, to know when to push your limits and when to hold back. You said you’re not going to be an easy screw, and I don’t want you to be. I want to work for it, Kyah, because after I do, it’ll feel so much better.”
With that, Alex pulls the blanket up around my shoulders, fixing it back into position as I simply gape at him, not knowing how to handle his kind of raw intensity, but shit, I think I’m already addicted to it. One minute he’s hot and the next, he’s even hotter.
“Ten a.m.,” he says, holding my stare. “And you better be ready.” Then not a moment later, I’m standing right where he was, watching as he walks out of my door, leaving me wondering what the fuck just happened.
It takes almost an hour for me to wrap my head around everything before I realize this is really happening. I’ve somehow agreed to let Alex take me out this morning. Though perhaps agree isn’t the right word for it. I think it was more like shock and not knowing how to tell him no, but honestly, I don’t think I wanted to tell him no.
The idea of getting to know him intrigues me. There’s something so dominant and yet sweet about him. He’s not like the guys I’m used to dealing with. He knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to go after it.
On the other hand, Crew has tiptoed around the topic for six years, stringing me along only to get what he wanted and then treat me like a possession. And Viper . . . I have no idea what’s happening with him, but he’s insane if he thinks I’m ever going to end up with him. Though perhaps that’s my fault for leading him on. It’s not as though I do much to deter his advances. I think when it comes down to it, I kinda like Viper’s attention. I like the security he could offer me, and when it comes to sex, I know we would be compatible, but as far as emotions run, that’s about it. I don’t think Viper is capable of falling in love, and despite not being ready for anything like that, I still hope that one day I can find that all-consuming, fireworks type of love. Crew and Viper . . . I’m never going to get that with them.
Still having a few hours before Alex is due to screw with my head again, I find a sketchpad and start working on the design for Spider’s chest, Viper’s latest project, and quickly get lost in what I’m doing. Then all too soon, I’m looking up at the clock and realizing I’m almost late.
Shit. I bet a little tardiness wouldn’t go down well with a guy like Alex. I bet he’s the type to hand out kinky punishments. Though why the hell does that excite me so much? The idea of his hand closing around my throat, squeezing just a little . . . goddamn. I’ve never had a man do that before and can’t even begin to understand why I would want to now, but I do. Only with him though.
I’d never trust Crew to do that, not now. I haven’t spoken to him about his texts or the way he used that night together as a weapon against Viper, but he’s broken my trust, and I really don’t know how to feel about it.
Realizing I’m distracted again. I hurry off the couch and fly into the bathroom before quickly hurrying through a shower, and when I’m confident I don’t smell like a bar, I turn off the taps and get my ass ready, wanting to put just a little extra effort in.
I don’t think I’ve ever been on a morning date before. It’s only ever been after-work hook ups and shitty cheap dinner dates that generally ended with an expectation that I’d put out, reminding me that most of the time, men are assholes.
After quickly drying and straightening my hair, I hurry through my makeup while keeping my eye on the time. Something tells me that Alex isn’t going to be even a second late, and what’s more, I don’t want to be late for him.
Once I’m finally ready, I make my way to my front door with exactly a minute and a half to spare and as I wait impatiently, I pull my phone out and send off a quick text to Nat, making sure she made it home okay.
Kyah - Alive?
Nat - Hardly. My knees have never shook like that before. I’m just about home but haven’t slept yet. I’ll call you tonight and tell you all about it. But damn, that Sullivan! Holy shit! I think he just knocked Mark out of the top spot for best screw of the year.
I gape at my phone, my brows arched. Best screw of the year. Shit. Sullivan should be proud. Nat doesn’t offer up titles like that to just anybody. He must have a magical tongue personally gifted to him by a raunchy sex demon found only in the deepest pits of hell. Though if that’s the case, I sure hope I get to live out eternity with that demon. I mean, surely I’m going to hell anyway, so I hope I get to enjoy it.
Glancing up from my phone, I realize I have all of ten seconds left and I creep in closer to my door, leaning in to peek through the peephole, and the second it ticks over to ten a.m., I see Alex’s door open. My mouth waters taking him in. He always looks so good and I can only imagine just how good he smells. He’s like the perfect snack, and I can’t wait to devour him, but then, I can’t stop thinking about what he said—not touching me until he’s worked for it, building the anticipation, and damn it, I think he’s right because when he finally takes me, I know it’s going to be explosive.
My hand curls around the doorknob, and just as Alex steps forward to knock, I open the door, pulling it wide so that we stand face to face, each of us appraising the other as though we both haven’t got a damn clue how the hell this is supposed to go down. “Punctual,” he states, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Arrogant,” I throw back.
His eyes glisten with silent laughter. “You’re confusing confidence with arrogance,” he tells me. “It doesn’t make me arrogant for knowing what the fuck I want.”
“And I’m assuming that’s me?”
“Damn straight it is,” he says. “Now, are we going to stand in the hallway all morning, or are you going to let me take you out?”
I laugh and step out into the hallway, pulling my door closed and making sure to lock up behind me. “I’m assuming I don’t have a choice in the matter, Mr. I Don’t Give A Shit About Your Rules.”
“I’m glad you’re finally learning,” he murmurs, placing his hand on my lower back and leading me toward the stairwell. We fall into easy conversation, and I find that the second sex is off the table and neither of us are trying to get the other on their knees, everything becomes so simple.
