Page 22 of Midnight Wishes

Inviting Alex uphad been an impulsive, reckless move, but by the time he was pulling her underwear off, Sarah had forgotten why she should care.

What she hadn’t forgotten—couldn’t forget—in the passing months was how good he was at all of it.

In six years, across four relationships and a decent amount of casual sex, no one had ever asked her what she liked. Partners had been enthusiastic at first, if on their own terms, but become lazier as the relationships wore on. She’d been responsible for her own orgasms for the final three months of her relationship with Gregg. Which she supposed was fair, since someone else had mostly been responsible for his.

How annoying that Alex had to be the one to make her realise her standards were too low.

Sarah had been expecting a repeat of the night in the club. But an Alex who could take his time was a different experience entirely.

She shouldn’t have liked him telling her what to do. But there was that raw edge to his voice again. The one she thought might be something real under all the arrogance.

Her attention was drawn back to Alex when he leaned in and licked firmly up her centre. Her knees buckled, and again he kept her upright, biceps pressing into her thighs. ‘Pleased as I am that you’re enjoying my not insignificant prowess,’ he said, his breath fanning warmth over her, ‘I need you not to collapse right now.’

‘You surprised me. I thought your mouth was only good for talking.’ She drove her fingers into his hair, eager to push his face back between her legs, and was surprised to find it soft. Given the always perfect arrangement, she’d expected to find a crunchy layer of product under her fingers.

Then his mouth was back on her, and her ability to focus on anything else disappeared. And this impossibly gorgeous man, who surely slept with similarly mythologically good-looking people regularly, actually whined when she gripped his hair at the roots.

Alex had the perfect balance of enthusiasm and finesse. Sloppy enough that it was a little messy, but hitting every stroke exactly where she needed it.

One hand still gripping her thigh, the other slid higher, until he could tease his fingers over her. And when he slid one into her, moving it in tandem with his tongue, she broke with a loud moan, nails digging into his shoulder.

He worked her through it, almost unbearably so, making her whimpers bleed into each other. When she couldn’t stand it anymore—when she just about couldn’t stand—he relented,pulling her in for another kiss the second they were eye to eye again.

The taste of her layered with the already familiar taste of him was a heady mix.

‘Where do you want me?’ Alex asked, tugging her towards the bed, hips first.

Oh. That…that was hotter than him asking what she liked.

‘Sit up against the bedframe.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

Well,fuck.

He unbuckled his belt, staring down at it for a moment more than Sarah could handle. She pushed towards him, undoing his shirt buttons rapidly while he let his trousers fall. When they’d undressed him together, he sank onto the bed, rolled on the condom he’d produced from his wallet, and reached for her.

If she’d thought he’d felt good pushing into her in that dim bathroom, it was nothing to how it felt sinking onto him, seeing every bit of want crossing his face in the gentle afternoon glow.

‘Fuck, your body,’ he groaned, gripping her hips as she moved up and down. ‘You’re so strong. It’s so fucking sexy.’

The only benefit to living on the fifth floor of a building with no lift was having insane thigh muscles. She’d never been complimented on it before, even when she’d had to do all the work with other people. Suddenly, Alex’s desire to talk was more appealing.

And with it came the realisation that as he’d undressed her, she hadn’t felt any nerves about how he would perceive her body. Maybe it was because they’d done this before, although he hadn’t seen all of her then. Maybe it was because he’d looked ather soft, rounded stomach and thick thighs and responded by pulling her closer, kissing her harder, digging his fingers deeper.

Now he was pinching at her bra clasp, leaning in so he could lick and suck and bite at her chest after he’d pulled the fabric away.

She did like being on top—did like being in control—but she also liked to feel taken care of. Liked to feel as if her partners were an active participant in her pleasure. And Alex, again, brimmed with enthusiasm, using his hands and mouth to make her feel unbearably good. Almost instinctively, he knew exactly how to touch her, and she truly didn’t care how many women he’d been with if it meant he knew how to use his body like that. Including meeting her thrust for thrust, his strong hips lifting from the bed to push him deeper into her. God, he felt incredible. He was big, but it was more than that. It was also the lust burning in his eyes when he looked at her, and the reverent puffs of breath against her nipples, and the way he used his hands to guide her over him.

And when he stopped moving so he could focus his attention on the hand between her legs, the small, firm movements sent her over the edge again. Then he took over, holding her steady while he drove up into her.

When he came, it was with a hand on her back, pressing her close to his chest, and a deep groan against her throat.

Alex was still sprawled lazily on her bed when she returned from the bathroom, a raven tattoo on his left thigh distracting Sarah from her search for an oversized shirt and leggings to relax in for the rest of the evening. ‘So,’ he said, ‘who’s your favourite artist?’

Chapter 13

ALEX

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