Page 65 of Ink & Ambition

Within the next second, Alex has backed up us against the door, his kisses becoming deeper, more passionate. This is not the nice kiss that Ryan gave me after the party. This is a desperation I don’t know I’ve ever felt before but would kill to feel again.

My hand releases Alex’s shirt as he leans down to lift me from under my butt, my body held up by Alex’s strength. He doesn’t disconnect our lips as he walks us backward and I put up a silent prayer that he doesn't trip on Danika’s shoes. Alex makes it to my bedroom with no issue and our fervor continues to grow as he kicks the door shut behind us.

His lips find my neck, and I tilt my head to give him more access, my long hair cascading down my back. Alex murmurs against my skin, and I feel goosebumps erupt across my whole body.

Before I can do anything else, I am dropped from the air onto my bed, my butt bouncing against the disheveled pillows and blankets. Alex is across the room, pacing a hole into the floor with his hands racking through his hair.

“Woah,” he breathes.

“Yeah.”

“We just kissed.”

“We did,” I reply, a small grin forming.

“You and Me. Kissed.”

“Mhm,” I murmur, holding back a chuckle.

“Alex and Margot. Kissing.”

The laugh breaks free. “Are you going to keep saying it or would you like to continue it?”

Alex stops his pacing to look at me. “What the hell happened in the last ten minutes because I’m having trouble connecting the dots here.”

“In the last ten minutes, I came to a realization.”

Alex is still looking at me like a deer caught in headlines, but at least he’s stopped walking. His hands have dropped from his hair as well. All good signs.

“What realization?”

Taking a deep breath, I let myself have what I want. “I’ve realized that the feelings I thought I might’ve been feeling for Ryan were really suppressed feelings I have for you.”

“Me?” He squeaks out and I’d make fun of him for it if my heart wasn’t in my throat.

“You, Alex. I likeyou.”

I watch from the bed as Alex takes in one, two, three very deep breaths. The time that passes causes me to panic. I’m about to take back everything I’ve said and blame sleep deprivation until Alex cracks a smile the likes of which angels could surely sing about and saunters over to me. Yes, this time, he actually manages to saunter.

He takes two large steps and kneels in front of me, wedging himself between my bent knees. Gripping my waist in his large hands, he pulls my torso against his.

“Thank fucking god,” he says and that’s it. There’s no going back. Alex claims my mouth in a way that I’ll never be able to replicate with anyone else. And I don’t want to. His hand moves to grip the back of my head and against our faces together; as if I’d ever let anything break us apart. My hands reach down to the hem of his t-shirt and I tease the bare skin underneath with my fingertips.

Alex smiles against my lips but doesn’t break the hold as he allows me to push the t-shirt up toward his armpits. In a flash, the shirt is pulled clean over his head and his lips have found mine yet again, his tongue teasing its way through my pouty lips.

With a strength I had no idea he had (but should’ve guessed with how much time he spends at the gym), Alex picks me up again, linking my legs around his waist. My feet hit his butt andI drag my hands down the back of his head to hold onto his neck for stability. I know he’d never drop me and the weightless feeling is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

With my foot by his firm ass, I feel Alex’s phone vibrate in his pocket a few times to indicate either a phone call or texts coming in rapid fire.

“Do you want to get that?” I ask, in between kisses on the neck and earlobe.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Alex replies breathlessly, pulling my neck back toward his face to connect our lips. He’s a man starved, and I’m his own personal buffet. I smile and allow him to continue traveling down my body with his hands. He’s moved his knees onto the bed and laid me down on the pillow.

Before I can disconnect my linked feet from his waist, I feel the vibrations again.

“Fuck,” Alex groans in exasperation and pulls back to grab his phone. Looking at the screen, he mutters the profanity again but this time, it’s more worrisome.

“Everything okay?” I ask, feeling suddenly self-conscious even though I’m still entirely clothed.

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