Page 38 of Undercover
“Earth to Gabe,” Alec said, his voice soft. Kind. Affectionate, even. I smiled back at him without any fear, for once, that I’d be rejected if I didn’t behave some perfect way everyone seemed to expect. “You’re home.”
It felt like the end of a date, but the kind of date you had in high school, when it was all nerves and incipient kisses and the thrill of something brand new.
Only we weren’t in high school.
I batted my eyelashes at him exaggeratedly. “Come upstairs for a cup of coffee? And then fuck me all night?”
Alec let out a low, unfairly sexy chuckle. “I’ll skip the coffee.”
Our eyes met and held. In the glow of the streetlight down the block, his face seemed made out of angles, shadows and planes intersecting to form something dark and mesmerizing. The air between us felt thick and heavy, crackling with energy.
Alec lunged first, but I met him halfway, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and trying to climb over the console. His lips found mine, hungry and hot, and his hands went everywhere, sliding under my jacket and over my hips and down, seeking out the curve of my ass. I shoved at his jacket, yanked at the ends of his tie, desperate to get him out of his clothes.
Alec reached down and popped my seatbelt button. I shoved it off and climbed half into his lap, knocking my knee on the steering wheel and bumping my head on the roof.
I fell back, cursing and laughing and hitting my same knee on the glove box.
“Upstairs, now,” Alec growled, and shoved his door open and jumped out, slamming it shut to run around the front of the car. I’d barely managed to open my own door before he yanked me out, grabbed me by the hand, and started pulling me into my building.
We tumbled up the stairs, with a quick stop for Alec to maul me against the wall of the stairwell, leaving us both gasping. I’d barely gotten my door open before he was on me again.
And this time we were in my condo with a door between us and the world, with no reason to stop.
Which of course meant that Alec stopped, holding me off as I tried to strip off every item of his clothing at once.
“Wait,” he panted. “Wait. Just a minute. Slow down. Bedroom. Where’s the bedroom? Through there?”
“I don’t need a bedroom. There’s a couple of condoms in the coffee table drawer. Fuck me right here.” I lunged at him, sliding my hands under his jacket, savoring the heat of him and the play of muscle through his shirt. My mouth latched onto his neck just under his jaw, and I sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
“Jesus, Gabe, I—just wanted to—do it right…oh,fuck,” he groaned, and I knew I had him. I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want careful and gentle and all the first-time stuff you were maybe supposed to want.
I needed him, and I needed him to need me the same way. All his inhibitions gone.
I pressed up against him, rubbing myself off against his straining cock and the hard muscles of his thighs, and that was it.
Alec lost it. He dragged me practically off my feet, cursing under his breath. He shoved my jacket off and let it fall, shrugged out of his own, toed off his shoes and somehow managed to kiss the breath out of me even hopping from foot to foot. I’d barely gotten back to work on his tie before I stumbled through the door of my bedroom. I flung out an arm to whack the light switch—no way was I going to miss seeing Alec completely naked—and then we toppled onto my bed together hard enough to give the memory foam something to really remember.
And then I finally,finallyhad Alec on top of me, his weight crushing me into the mattress, his cock pressing insistently against my inner thigh, so close to where I wanted it to go.
He pushed himself up, and I whined, tugging him back down.
He retaliated by grabbing my arms and pinning my wrists to the bed over my head.
My cock went from rock-hard to painfully hard in a millisecond, and I whined again, pushing up with my hips, desperate for friction. Alec squeezed my wrists, leaning down over me, his lips a breath away from mine. “I don’t want you to think I only want the one thing,” he said. “I do want to fuck you. I really, really do. But that’s not all I want. You know that, right?”
At that moment, I didn’t really care. I’d have let him fuck me even if he’d been telling me straight-up that he’d be out the door and blocking my number the second he’d finished.
Maybe that was why he was holding me down and looking me in the eye and demanding that I pay attention.
And I melted, in a way that had nothing to do with sex. Alec was looking out for me, better than I’d bothered to look out for myself in way too long.
“Yeah. I know,” I whispered, almost too shy to try to tell him what I felt in the intimacy of his face inches from mine and his hard body pinning me down. “I know.”
I stretched up, searching for a kiss, and he tilted his head and gave it to me, his tongue flickering over my lips and then sweeping inside. He let go of my wrists, and I missed the pressure of his big hands until I realized that meant I could touch him.Everywhere. Oh God, finally.
The rest of our clothes came off in a blur of tugging and pulling and awkward fumbling, but it didn’t feel as awkward as it probably looked. It felt like shedding everything that had kept us apart, figuratively as well as literally, until we could be together without anything in the way. Alec shoved his shirt off, his cufflinks flying and pinging on the hardwood floor.
And oh, God, his chest. Dark hair, flat nipples, and as broad as it looked in a leather jacket. And a tattoo, partially hidden under his chest hair and all the more tantalizing. I wanted to explore it, but I was spoiled for choice on exploration at the moment. I reached up and stroked down his sides, letting my fingernails scratch him lightly. He dived down to retaliate, kissing down my throat as he pulled the tie away and parted my collar. He left another trail of kisses along the path of skin he’d revealed—and then stopped, frozen.
