Page 56 of The Heiress's First Date

“But?” His gaze meets mine.

“I don’t understand.”

“The only thing you need to understand is that I tried to resist your pull, to remain in your orbit but not succumb to your spell, but it didn’t work like that. I’ve been falling in love with you for what feels like forever.”

I gasp as happiness explodes through me. “Same.” I kiss him. “Same. Forever.”

His fingers tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back. The bite of pain makes my nipples harden and my clit tingle.

“Say it. I need to hear you say it.”

I know exactly what he’s asking for. And his breathlessly gruff tone says he’s having a hard time believing this isn’t a dream.

That uncertainty makes my heart swell and my lips curve. I sit up straighter, tracing a finger over his left eyebrow and down his cheek. “I love you, Alexander Hunt.”

He groans and tugs me forward, slanting his lips across mine in a needy kiss. This is exactly what I’ve been dreaming of. Time alone with him, where we can relax and enjoy each other. Where he stops holding back. Where we ignore the world and our positions within it.

He’s definitely not holding back anymore. His glorious body surges beneath mine, all hard planes and an even harder cock. I move to straddle him, thankful that there’s just enough room in the chair.

The plane swoops, and my stomach does the same. Alex’s arms tighten around me, keeping me tucked firmly against his lap. I’m not going anywhere. This is the only place I want to be right now.

“I need you,” he says before trailing his lips along my jaw.

“Then have me.”

He rocks forward, tilting me back as he stands. I squeak and cling to his shoulders, tightening my thighs around his hips. But there’s no danger of him dropping me. He’s a tank.

“You’re so fucking incredible,” he murmurs, lowering me to the bed.

His broad shoulders blot out the overhead light, and all I see is him. He fills my senses.

“I could say the same thing about you.” He shakes his head ruefully, hands coasting down my body.

His fingers hook over the edge of my leggings and pull them down, jerking my sneakers off with eager hands. He tosses the lot over his shoulder, and they land in the chair we just vacated.

Without hesitation, he reaches for my right ankle. Lifting it, he peppers kisses along the inside of my calf and my stomach flutters at the tenderness in him. Such a big man and so in control of himself. So connected to me and finally getting in touch with his own feelings again.

I reach for him, but he straightens. Rising to his full height, he stares down at me with those warm chocolate eyes and sheds his jacket. My stomach flutters at the impressive display of masculinity. He folds the garment with almost military-like precision and then drapes it over the back of the chair.

Oh, I like this game. Slowing down so we can hopefully speed up again.

His fingers move to his tie, tugging the knot in that classic impatient gesture that makes me purr. Anticipation seeps through me, bittersweet because I don’t want this night to end, cranking up my desire.

I sit up on the bed, swinging my legs around to kneel. I skim my hands down my front, and his eyes follow the movement.

I lift the hem of my sweater, feeling deliciously naughty with every inch I reveal. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been intimate before, that he’s seen me without a stitch of clothing on.

The heat in his eyes and the unsteady movements of his fingers working the tie free is all it takes to make me quiver with need. I love that we hardly need words. He does all the communicating he needs to with a glance, a touch, a lusty groan.

His gaze is like a caress across my belly, over my breasts. And as soon as my sweater joins the pile of discarded clothing, he reaches for me, looping his tie behind my back.

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KATHERINE

The silky material of his tie makes me shiver.

“Cold?”

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