Page 93 of Dangerous Men
“Yes. Please,” I tell him.
Alec almost groans in relief, closing the gap between us and capturing my mouth with his. His hand slides all the way up my thigh, gripping me by the hip and rolling me until I’m suddenly on his lap, straddling him.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” Alec breaks the kiss to growl. Then he pulls me to him again, tongue tangling with mine, pulling me hard against him.
I place my hands against his chest and sink into the kiss. Under me, I can feel him hardening, straining against the fabric of his slacks.
Screw going slow. What the hell was I even thinking when I’d wanted that?
I shift my hips against him, moaning into his mouth at the sensation. There’s too much clothing between us, and I want—no, Ineed—to feel him.
Alec seems to agree.
“I need to see you,” Alec murmurs, kissing down to my neck. Gripping my hips, he rocks hard against me, pulling a gasp from me. “All of you.”
His hands make quick work of the buttons on my dress,pulling it from my shoulders and letting it fall away. I pull at his shirt, and he doesn’t even bother undoing any buttons before he drags it from his waist and rips it over his head.
“Look at you,” he growls, trailing a hand down my chest and stomach. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
I don’t bother fighting back the smile that creeps over my face. I’ve never done well with compliments. It’s not so much a self-esteem thing as much as just…awkwardness. But I love the way he and Ash look at me, the way they call me beautiful.
He pulls me back in for another searing kiss, his hand sliding up my back as he does so and unclasping my bra. I let it fall off my shoulders and down to the floor.
“Stop me if I’m moving too fast,” Alec murmurs against my lips. “You can tell me if you want me to stop.”
I don’t. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“Fuck me, Alec. Please,” I plead. “I need to feel you.”
He breaks our kiss with a groan, rolling his hips underneath me. He’s practically panting when he pulls away from me enough to stare into my eyes.
“Wrap your legs around me, darling,” he orders, standing as he says it. Startled, I do, wrapping my arms around his neck too, a little scared he’ll drop me.
But Alec carries me effortlessly to a bedroom, like I weigh nothing at all, coming to his knees on the mattress before laying me down gently on top of it.
“I promised myself I’d be gentle,” he tells me, voice rough. “For our first time together, I fucking promised myself I would be gentle with you.”
His hands are on his pants, practically shredding them as he pulls them off and tosses them aside.
I moan when he kneels between my legs, his hard cock even more beautiful in real life. I reach out to touch it, stroking it. It’s so thick my fingers barely touch.
Alec’s hips buck under my touch, and he growls, low and primal.
“Feel how hard you make me, Sydney? I don’t think I can keep that promise.” The words almost sound like an apology. His stare bores into me.
But it feels inevitable at this point. And I want it. I want him to ruin me.
“Then don’t be gentle,” I whisper.
He holds my gaze for a beat, chest rising and falling with his breath.
And then, faster than I can react, his hand is around my neck.
I give a small, shocked gasp, my hands coming up instinctively to wrap around his wrist. The gesture is pointless. The muscles in Alec’s arm are hard as stone, pinning me effortlessly to the bed, and there’s not a chance in hell I’d be able to move him even if I wanted to. He doesn’t even notice my hands gripping him, his full attention on my lower body as he rips my underwear off with his other hand and tosses them aside. I can’t move, pinned to the bed by him, and suddenly his fingers are there, rubbing down my slit, and making me moan.
“You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you?” he growls, sliding a single finger inside me and tightening his grip on my throat.
Holy.Fuck.
