Page 21 of Rival Hearts
But God, just thinking about the way his lips had felt on mine, how he’d tasted, his teeth scraping against my breast… heat washed through my body, filling me with need.
I wanted to be with Alex again. I wanted him, period. I couldn’t stop myself.
My hand slipped down my stomach, under the waistband of my pajama pants and between my legs.
My fingers found my clit, the sensitive nub already hard and throbbing. The image flashed before me—those strong arms wrapped around me. I pictured his face, his dark, smoldering eyes, his mouth pressed to my neck, the way he’d touched me. How hard he’d felt, pressed against me, so big and ready.
God, I needed him. I wanted to touch him. To taste him.
My fingers slipped between my folds, wet with arousal. I moaned softly as I worked myself, thoughts focused on Alex. Images flickered behind closed lids.
I flashed on his body, perfectly chiseled and delicious. His muscles flexing beneath smooth skin, the black ink curling over his throat and down his collarbones. Strong thighs tenser than steel bands holding up powerful hips. His voice whispering words only we could hear while our bodies moved slowly against each other.
“I want you.” I heard his deep voice in my ear, my fingers working furiously between my legs. “Oh God, I need you. I want to feel you, taste you. Make you feel good.”
I imagined it was his hands between my legs, his fingers sliding into me. I moaned louder now, lost somewhere else entirely.
“You’re so tight,” he said. “So wet for me. You want me so bad.”
And I did. God, I ached for him.
His hands stroked me, his mouth moving over mine, devouring me, taking me, possessing me. His thick cock slid across my stomach as he grinded himself against me. His hands slid onto my arms, pinning them above my head, and he was in complete control.
I gasped as fire spread through my body, getting hotter and hotter. He nibbled and kissed along every inch, until, finally, there were no more spots untouched.
“Let me fuck you, Charlotte,” he growled in my ear, and I moaned again.
Alex’s cock pushed against my entrance and then plunged home. He filled me up, and I trembled around him. Alex started moving, bucking his hips, sliding in and out of me, fucking me harder and harder.
My fingers on my clit matched the rhythm in my mind, matching that perfect motion. I conjured up the feeling of him inside me, remembered the weight of his body on mine and the heat of his breath on my neck.
My breasts jiggled as he rode me harder, and I was getting closer.
My orgasm built, a tightening knot of pleasure deep in my belly.
He worked me faster, his tongue flicking my nipples, his cock pounding into me.
“Come for me, Charlotte,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want to see you come for me.”
My climax exploded, waves of pleasure rolling through me, making my body tense and my toes curl. I bit back a moan as I rode out the orgasm, my fingers slick as the fire spread through me.
“Oh,” I breathed.
I lay still for a moment, letting the afterglow wash over me, savoring the memory of him and the feeling of satisfaction.
But it was just an illusion. Alex wasn’t here and never would be.
It was only when I came back to myself that I realized I’d said his name, moaning it over and over.
I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut. I’d hoped that doing this would get him out of my system, but it had only made me want him more.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too,I told myself. He was just a guy I’d met and had a good night with. That was all.
Still, I hated it had to be this way. I hated we were on either side of a line drawn between us, and I couldn’t see how that would change.
He wouldn’t give up his position in the company—I’d looked him up, and I knew how long and hard he’d worked to get where he was, how serious he was about keeping the company image going.
There was no way I would stop doing what I was doing, either. I’d put in years of study, and I had a plan for the future.
