Page 60 of Breaking the Alpha
His hand covered hers, pulling her to a stop on the stairs leading to her bedroom.“I’m sorry I made you think it was even possible for me to stop loving you,” he said, his strained voice as guilt-ridden as his face.“Because you’re it for me, Angel.If you tell me to leave tonight, or you change your mind tomorrow, or you come to your senses in a year, you’ll still be it for me.I love you so much it fucking hurts to think about too deeply.”
*
River watched aflurry of emotions flash through Angelina’s eyes before she crushed her lips to his, catching him off guard and almost knocking him backwards down the stairs.Grabbing the railing to keep them from tumbling, he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tightly to him as he devoured her with a desperation he was barely keeping in check.
With their tongues and hands tangled in each other, they stumbled up the rest of the stairs, his back slamming into the wall while she shoved his shirt up and over his head.
“Don’t you dare leave me like that again,” she gasped as he yanked her tank top off and spun her, pressing her bare back against the cool plaster and taking one hardened nipple between his teeth.
“Never,” he panted, hooking his thumbs in the band of her shorts and pushing them down.“Never again.”
Seeking out her lips again, he slid his tongue along hers, unable to hold back a moan when she broke the kiss to focus on his neck.Her tongue flicked along the spot she knew would drive him wild while she unzipped his jeans and palmed him, short-circuiting his brain and sending a shiver down his spine.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he grunted as she freed his cock and pumped it, her grip on him tight enough to test his control while he slid his fingers through her folds.“You’re so fucking wet for me.”She whimpered and he pressed his forehead to hers, running his hands down her body to cup her ass.“I need to be inside you.Now.”
She draped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and her long legs wrapped around his hips while he pushed inside her with the finesse of a jackhammer.There was nothing sweet or patient or tender in this moment, not when his mind was consumed with the need to be consumed by her in every way possible.
His ragged breathing, hushed curses, and growled declarations competed with her gasps and moans to fill the room.Her head was buried against his shoulder while he pounded into her, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him.
Her body began to tighten around him and he adjusted his hold on her, tilting her chin up.“Eyes open.”
It was the final connection he was seeking, seeing everything he felt and couldn’t eloquently say reflected back at him.
And nothing else mattered.
Not the plane rides and hotels he would endure every time he returned to LA.
Not the fawning comments of fans or the networking opportunities he might miss.
Not the memories of a house he’d allowed to control him for too long.
Not the fear of Birch’s disappointment in him.
Or Winter’s.
The only thing that mattered was this, he and Angelina together at home where they belonged.
“River,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as the first waves of her orgasm took over.
Unable to hold back, he captured her lips with his as his release barreled through him.He could hear his own voice rasping against her mouth, and he hoped she could make out his promises through his incoherent grunts.As the last of the tremors subsided, he buried his head in the crook of her neck and wondered how he ever thought living without her was possible.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Angelina skimmed herfingers across River’s chest and along his shoulder, coming to a stop when she felt the cool leather strap of his turquoise bracelet.“This may sound petty, but I’m glad you put these back on,” she whispered in the dark, closing her eyes while he continued to run his hand through her hair.“Zoe showed me that balcony picture a few days ago.”
His arm tightened around her and he kissed the top of her head.“I only took them off before shoots so none would get lost on site.But not the bloodstone.That hasn’t come off since you put it on me.I—” He stiffened for a moment, then eased his arm out from under her.“I’ll be right back.”
She pushed herself up on one elbow and appreciated the view of him tugging his boxers up over his hips, her brows lifting when he snatched up his jeans and yanked his car keys out.“Where are you going?”
“Right back,” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared around the corner.
She could hear the thumping of his bare feet while he took the stairs two at a time.When she heard the unmistakable sound of her front door being unlocked and opened, she clasped the sheet around herself and rose up on her knees to peek out the window.
She watched as he jogged to his car, flung the trunk open, and hauled a large duffel bag out.Still donning nothing more than his boxers, he came inside, his walk up the stairs slower and with a slight hitch to his gait.
“Where the hell is it?”he muttered, his inked, muscular back to her as he turned on her lamp and rifled through the bag.“There’s no way I for—there.”Getting to his feet, he crawled onto the bed and sat back on his haunches, his right fist closed tight.“I missed your birthday.Because I’m a stubborn ass.”
Biting her lip, she tried to hide a smile.“I won’t argue the stubborn part.”
