filled with all she longed to say. But it was pointless. She was leaving and she wouldn’t give him false hope. Wouldn’t hurt him even when staying silent left her shredded.
He pulled her up on still shaky legs, her intense climax having robbed her of all but the basic functions of breathing and pumping blood around her body. He caressed her. His eyes and large hands touching on every part of her until she trembled anew with adrenaline. Tenderness seeped from his touch, from his stare. She closed her eyes, struggling to witness the raw emotion spilling out of him. Emotion for her. Emotion she longed to accept. Longed to reciprocate.
He pummelled her resolve, pulling her so close that she struggled to breathe. He wrapped his arms around her, tangling one hand in her hair and tilting her head back so he could lavish her throat and upper chest with soft, indulgent kisses.
She swayed, the only thing keeping her upright his strong arms banded around her. She’d never survive this—was already perilously close to the final leap of faith.
‘Turn around.’
His words whispered over her neck, skittering down her spine. Helpless, she obeyed, her movements slowed by the easy slide of her hair around his wrist and hand. Not tugging. Never bringing pain, but with enough tension that every hair on her head transmitted pleasure to her strung-out nerve endings. She covered his hand, pressing his palm to her head, feeling what he felt.
He kissed her shoulders, lips gliding, his free hand sliding over her hip as he nudged her feet closer to the bed. Libby’s head swam. She scrunched her eyes tightly closed. It was enough to hear the husky command in his voice and to feel the reverence of his touch.
His erection lodged between the cheeks of her ass, the warm, hard length of him shooting tingles up her spine to join with the ones from her stimulated scalp.
‘Fuck, you’re a beautiful woman.’ His words tickled her neck, and the brush of his lips at her earlobe buckled her knees.
One hand slid the length of her thigh, gripping behind her knee and encouraging her to climb onto the bed on all fours.
A thrill of excitement fluttered in her belly. She turned her head, her bold stare meeting his over her shoulder. But his eyes skittered away, tracing her back, her hips, and returning.
‘Your hair is beautiful.’ He twisted his wrist, the thick coil of hair sliding through his fingers only to be captured again. ‘I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.’
His wrist was rolling. Again and again. Her hair tumbling away, then being recaptured. All the while his other hand traced a path of fire from her breast to her hip and returned via her arched back.
Moisture pooled between her legs. Anticipation coiled deep inside. Would he push inside her like this? She felt a bead of moisture in the small of her back, where his hard length rested. This position—the view of her perched on all fours, her hair wrapped in his fist, ready for him, brought the breath gusting from him as sure as her own shallow pants.
She closed her eyes, envisaging him behind her, taking her hard, her hair in his hand, while he grunted out the pleasure he was too far gone to contain. She wanted him wild. Wanted him too impassioned to maintain his gentleman’s persona. Wanted him possessive and selfish in his need for her.
‘Do you have any idea what you do to me, Libby?’
The path of his hand paused at her shoulder, one finger tracing a featherlike trail down the bumps of her spine while he ground the length of his erection into her wet sex. It wasn’t enough. She wanted him filling her. Pushing her to the edge again while he shouted her name.
‘Alex…’
‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’
His voice was a gruff whisper. He pulled his hips back and she groaned, missing the contact.
‘And I can’t have you.’
His finger slid between the cheeks of her ass, passing slowly, gliding south.
‘Not all of you.’
He found her entrance, fingers probing, a tug on her hair.
‘Trouble is…’
His wet finger travelled north again, pleasure dancing under the firm pressure of the tip.
‘I want all of you.’
He plunged two fingers inside her, spreading them to open her sensitive walls.
‘More than fucking.’
He tugged her hair, tilting her head back.
‘More than a few stolen days.’
She twisted, opening her eyes to glance back at him.
His eyes burned with an intensity she’d yet to witness.
‘I want it all.’
He latched his stare to hers. The raw hunger she saw in his features, slack with lust, need burning in the depths of his eyes, stole her breath. She had no time to answer or to acknowledge his words. No time to untangle the knotted threads of her own feelings.
Alex released her hair, flipped her onto her back and climbed above her.
His kisses started with her mouth, all too soon departing for her throat and her shoulders. Her restless hands clawed at him, her nails likely leaving marks, but she was helpless, and for the first time in years she was accepting the state instead of trying to outrun it. Completely at his mercy and—for now—his.
His mouth lavished her breasts, nipping and sucking until her legs twisted around his in an attempt to bring them closer together.
When he traced her belly with his lips, his hands pushing her thighs apart, she thought she’d die, so great was the need coiled inside her. She cradled his face while he suckled her sex, his grunts of pleasure vibrating through her clit.
His mouth left her abruptly and he kneeled between her thighs, his stare tracing her from top to toe.
‘I want all of you. I want you to be mine.’
He reached for the condom he’d tossed on the bed earlier and ripped into it, his eyes holding her captive, bold, daring her as he sheathed himself.
And then he was pushing inside her, and her hands were clasped in his, their fingers interlocked as if they’d never let go, his stare eating her alive and his body rigid above her like a man on the edge.
His head dipped to her breast once more, his hot mouth drawing out her cries and whimpers as his hips ground into hers. Within two or three thrusts she came, clinging to him with everything she had as the slow-rolling spasms rocked her time and time again.
‘Yes…’ he murmured around her flesh, nibbling at her tortured nipple with firm lips and licks of fire from the gentle scrape of his teeth. ‘Give me more, Olivia. Give me everything.’
He kept up the suction, carrying her past the molten liquid phase until the sharp bite of arousal gripped her once more. Sweat gathered at Alex’s hairline. He shifted, stretching her hands above her head and raising
