Page 92 of Rival Hearts
“You’re doing plenty,” he said again in a husky voice and kissed me. We didn’t speak, but we didn’t have to. Alex was saying it all.
My skin was on fire under his hand that slid to the back of my neck. He tangled my hair in his fingers and slid his tongue into my mouth. I moaned.
Alex’s lips were urgent, pressing against mine, his tongue hot and probing. I moaned at the back of my throat. Alex moved so that he was on top of me on the couch, his body hard and ready. I felt a rush of arousal as his hard cock pushed against me, the evidence of how much he wanted me.
He growled, and my desire pooled between my legs. While he kissed me, he gyrated his hips against me, slowly, sensually, working me into a frenzy of need.
“Alex,” I whispered.
“I need you,” he said in a gruff voice and covered my mouth with his again. His stubble scraped against my chin. He stroked his thumb over my cheek again and again, the motion almost hypnotic as we made out, and I lost myself in him completely.
When he moved away from my mouth, he kissed his way down my neck, over my collarbone. He tugged my T-shirt up, exposing my stomach, my ribs, my bra. I pulled the shirt off over my head and threw it aside. He groaned when he saw my bare skin, his fingers tracing a line of fire along the lacy cup of my bra. Goosebumps stretched over the skin on my breasts.
Alex pulled the cup down, and I moaned as he licked a circle around one nipple and then sucked on it. I arched my back.
“I loved it at the lighthouse when you weren’t wearing anything,” he murmured against my breast. His hand found my other breast, kneading, massaging as he licked and sucked on my nipple, scraping his teeth over it. I moaned, the sensation going straight to my center, where the need for him was building.
“Oh God, Alex,” I breathed. “That feels so good.”
“You feel so good,” he murmured and moved his head to kiss me. I opened my mouth for him, and his tongue swept inside, exploring, tangling, dancing with mine.
“God, you’re fucking delicious,” he murmured and nipped my lip. “I can’t get enough.”
“Don’t stop, then,” I gasped.
“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said.
His hands moved over my breasts and stomach, caressing, stroking, touching every inch of skin he could find. His fingers found the waistband of my shorts, and he pulled them down, pushing his hand into my panties. I gasped when he found my pussy, and moaned, writhing as his fingers worked magic on me. He traced circles around my clit, slid his fingers toward my entrance, dipping them into my wetness.
He growled when he felt how wet I was and pushed a finger into me so that I whimpered with need, but then he moved back to my clit and continued his onslaught.
I arched my back and moaned, my breath coming faster and faster.
Alex broke the kiss and watched my face as he fingered me, relishing in my expression. I reached up, running my hand over his muscular shoulder, the ink etched into his throat, his thick hair. My hand tangled in his hair, keeping his head close to mine. Our breath mingled as my gasps became shallower and more erratic.
Alex worked his fingers faster, his eyes locked on mine, his face riddled with pure pleasure.
“Come for me, Charlotte,” he commanded. “Let go.”
I gasped and moaned, his fingers expertly driving me to the edge. I could feel the orgasm building, starting in my toes, spreading up my legs. The feeling of release and tension all at once, the build-up to the moment when the dam would burstand I would be left shaking in his arms, overwhelmed with ecstasy.
“Come,” he whispered and flicked his tongue over my nipple again, sucking on it as he pushed a finger into me, his thumb on my clit.
“Alex,” I gasped, and the orgasm slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs and making my body shake. My toes curled, and the sensation started in the soles of my feet and washed through me.
He continued working his hand and kissing my breast, sucking my nipple, and flicking his tongue over it as I came, sending waves of pleasure through me, over and over again.
Finally, I lay spent, my body limp and satiated, and Alex pulled his fingers from me and pulled me against him. I rested my head against his chest, and he stroked my back.
“You’re still dressed,” I murmured.
“Yeah.”
“For the record, I liked you at the lighthouse when you were naked, too.”
He chuckled and reached behind his neck, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick move. He lifted one arm, and I helped him pull it off before he balanced on the other.
When he lay down on me again, his bare chest pressed against my body.
