Page 73 of Not Another Love Song

She smiled until he said, “…smelled like this that day, too.” He licked a long stroke up her neck. “Couldn’t even walk into my studio after without smelling you.”

His hips snapped against hers, pressing up into her. Gwen gasped. And for the first time she realized that Ronnie Schultz and Kevin Peters were boys. And Alex was…well, certainly not.

He ground into her again, and she bit her lip, holding back a moan. The hand wrapped around her back slithered down to join his other in holding her hips. It felt like he could encompass her entire waist with his hands.

Her fingers shook as she tried to pull open the buttons at his collar. His hips ground against her, pushing himself as close as possible. His lips were licking her clavicle.

Pulling back to look at her, his eyes danced over her face, lips twitching for words he could no longer articulate. There was something hungry in his eyes that had her spinning as she pulled his mouth to hers again. He moaned into her, and she drank him down.

He hauled her off the wall, spinning them into his bedroom. A lamp flicked on, and she looked around the tidy room before her body fell through the air and landed on his mattress.

His eyes devoured her as he started unbuttoning his shirt. She sat up and unsnapped her bra, slipping it down her shoulders. He stared at her breasts while shrugging off his tuxedo shirt.

And Gwen thought of the poster she’d taken down from her apartment. And the push-up competition. And the magazine cover with his arms exposed. And the Henley shirts.

All the times when she had fantasized about this man. And suddenly things were very real as his fingers moved to finish the job she’d started on unzipping him. Gwen’s heart was so loud in her chest. She took calming breaths as his pants dropped, just his boxer briefs on now. His thighs were muscular, and…yeah, her imagination had held out on her.

She pulled her eyes from where his fingertips were slipping under his waistband and followed the pillar of his body, past his heaving ribs to his lips, tongue dipping out to wet them.

He slipped his underwear down his thighs, and she barely had two seconds to take him in before he knelt, grabbing her calves and dragging her down the mattress.

She gasped. And looked at the ceiling, biting her lip to keep from squeaking.

His hands spread across her thighs. She felt him kiss the inside of her knee. Her leg twitched. He was going to put his mouth on her.

“Gwen?”

Oh, god. Don’t talk to me—just do it.

“Gwen.” He kissed her thigh, and her hips tensed. “Is this okay?”

His voice was like melted chocolate over her skin. She shivered.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” she whispered politely, like he’d asked to borrow a pencil. “No one’s ever…so…Yeah, go ahead. If you want.”

She kept her eyes on the ceiling—on Xander Thorne’s ceiling—as his palms smoothed down her thighs. His lips started a path from the back of her knee, traveling up. She could feel his breath on her center—and then he kissed the inside of her other thigh, traveling back down to her other knee.

He did that four times, his tongue licking at her skin on one of the journeys, his lips sucking on another. Gwen twisted her hips against the bed, one arm thrown over her face, one tearing at his comforter.

His teeth now. Small grazes against her skin, and when he reached the top of her right thigh, transferring over to her left, she hooked her leg over his shoulder and groaned, “Just fucking…” She growled.

She swore she could feel him smile against her thigh. And then his mouth landed against her, over her underwear—probably drenched by now.

She arched, her heel digging into his back, and cursed into the crook of her elbow.

His hot breath was against her. His tongue ran a path along the lace, and she cried low. “Alex, please…”

He bent her legs up, straight into the air. His hands rolled her panties around her backside and up, over her knees, off her feet, then flung them into a corner of the room, and she gasped when he held her like that and licked at her.

She reached out for him, for something to hold onto, and only had his hands on her thighs to grab. She finally looked down her body as he let her legs fall open, his face and hair appearing between her legs just as he licked through her again.

Gwen had never felt anything like it. It was—

He looked up at her.

Her legs trembled. And his fingers threaded through hers. Another long, slow swipe of his tongue through her, ending on her clit, and Gwen had to lean her head back and stare at his ceiling again.

It was…a lot.

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