Page 7 of Rival Hearts
His fingertips caressed the delicate skin where my shirt’s neckline dipped low, and I shivered at the feel of his skin on mine.
I pushed his blazer over his shoulders and undid the buttons on his shirt—the top one was already undone, but I wanted all of him.
As I exposed his perfectly chiseled chest, my fingers skimmed over his sculpted abs, trailing up his smooth skin to where his ink began. His entire throat was covered in dark tattoos, bold lines and intricate patterns wrapping around his neck like a collar of sin.
God, he wasdelicious. Where did men like him come from?
He slid his hands to the hem of my shirt, and slowly, he worked it up my body, exposing my skin inch by inch. I lifted my arms so he could pull it over my head, and I stood before him wearing only the lacy bra I’d put on.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, glancing down.
He slid his hands onto my breasts and massaged them, and his steely-blue eyes locked on mine. They were a darker blue now, the color of the ocean, and I was ready to drown in him.
Alex dipped his head to my neck again, and I melted into a puddle.
He was an expert with his mouth and his hands. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes as he trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone, his fingers trailing goosebumps as he did.
He nuzzled the top of my breast and then dipped lower, his mouth finding the top of the fabric, kissing my skin there, teasing me.
My nipples were hard and strained against my bra. He peeled the cup down and took one nipple in his mouth, still cupping my other breast. He rolled his tongue over my taut nipple, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
He was a master with his tongue, and my legs trembled.
Alex looked up at me, his eyes filled with hunger. He undid the clasp of my bra, and it fell to the floor.
I was naked from the waist up, standing in front of him, and he looked at me like he was starving.
My whole body was alive. His hand slid down over my hip and along my thigh. He cupped my sex, and I gasped. My pussy ached for his touch.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he growled, his eyes dark.
“Mm…” I moaned and ground my hips into his hand.
He undid the button on my jeans and peeled them down. My panties matched my bra. I kicked off my jeans when they ended up around my ankles, getting rid of my shoes along with them.
“Holy fuck,” Alex breathed.
I blushed. “This can’t be the first time you’ve seen a girl naked.”
“It’s the first time I’m seeingyounaked.” His voice was deep, gravelly. “You have no idea how fucking perfect you are.”
Those were all just words—I knew what men could be like—but God, those were therightwords, and in this moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to make me feel like a goddess.
He was doing a damn fine job at that.
Alex shrugged out of his shirt before he kissed me again. His naked chest against my bare breasts made me tremble, and he pulled me against him, his mouth hungrily devouring mine. I lost myself in him.
He moved his kisses down to my neck again, then further down, licking and kissing the curve of my breasts. His tongue rolled over my nipple, sending a shiver down my spine before he cupped my ass and picked me up.
I yelped and wrapped my legs around his waist.
Alex carried me through his penthouse apartment to his bedroom.
He dropped me onto the bed and crawled onto the mattress with me. He planted a kiss on my lips before he moved his way down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
He moved onto my chest, his—bare—scraped against my breasts, and I gasped. He worshipped my body, and it was fantastic.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth and then the other.
