Page 77 of Your Sharpest Edge
His lips parted as they grazed along the side of mine. God, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, to taste what it felt like after all these years. Because I still felt his kiss on my lips from that day in the hospital room. How could I tell him I couldn’t kiss anyone else because it had always been him?
“Alex,” I whispered, far more breathless and raspy than I intended.
He was the man, not my ex, who had cradled me while I leaked milk from my boobs, the man who had been my unwavering support when everything else seemed to crumble around me. The ache to be close to him, to feel his warmth, was almost unbearable.
I struggled to articulate the emotions raging within me. I could walk away. He would let me. His grasp on my body wasn’t tight enough to keep me here, but just enough to make sure I knew he wanted to be here. Yet, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to go anywhere.
Desire burned through me. I thought about what Alina had told me. The emotions that surged every time he appeared were overwhelming, impossible to ignore. His handsome face was all I could focus on, especially the familiar tension in the corner of his cheeks as he clenched his jaw.
The air crackled with tension as I struggled to contain the whirlwind of my emotions. Every fiber of my being yearned for his touch. I glanced at him, searching for answers in the depths of his gaze, but all I found was a reflection of my own turmoil. But, despite the uncertainty, an undeniable pull drew me closer to him, urging me to take a leap of faith.
Plus, I was so fucking horny. It was a rare occurrence when I was out without Damien at night and even rarer that I was at a bar with an incredibly attractive guy, tucked into a dark hallway as his hands gently caressed my hips. His chest heaved up and down, mirroring mine. His mouth begging to touch my lips.
After my accident, one of the lessons I learned was that life was so short and rarely would you wind up on the path you expected. Life was messy, and finding someone to give you that safety and comfort was rare.
I drew in a steadying breath and trailed my fingers along the expanse of his broad arms, tracing the contours of his muscles with a deliberate slowness. As I reached up to loop my arms around his thick neck, a surge of heat coursed through me, igniting every nerve ending in my body.
“Fuck it,” I murmured, the words barely more than a breathless whisper as I surrendered to the irresistible pull drawing us together.
With a boldness born of desire, I closed the remaining distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that was electrifying.
His response was immediate as he let out a pleasured moan and tightened his hands around my hips. I gasped into the kiss, a mix of pleasure and surprise as his touch ignited a firestorm of sensations within me. With every movement, every caress, he seemed to stoke the flames of carnal need, drawing me deeper into him.
Meanwhile, I clung to him desperately, anchoring him to me as if afraid he might slip away. I threaded my fingers through his hair, reveling in the silkiness of the strands as I pulled him closer, unwilling to let him go. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the heady rush coursing through us.
His tongue danced against mine, darting in and out in a sensual exploration that left me breathless. Each brush of his lips, each flicker of his tongue made me crave him more. We were lost to our lust for each other. The one thing that was always missing between us.
I thought that by kissing him, maybe it would help remind me that we were just friends. We had no passion. But this was doing the opposite because I wasn’t able to let him go.
He trailed his hands up my sides as our mouths devoured each other, the dance we were playing turning into something more animalistic.
“Alex,” I moaned into his mouth as the pads of his fingers trailed along the sides of my dress. The linen button-down I wore fell past my shoulders, covering his hands as they traced the side of my breasts.
He brought his other hand to my thigh, lifting my dress as he trailed along the side of my now-bare leg. Everything inside me shivered when he touched my skin. I concentrated on the way his tongue was now fucking my mouth, aggressively moving in and out like he was lapping every single morsel of my taste.
“I will drop to my knees to worship you, malyshka. Is that what you want?” He moved his fingers toward my inner thigh, spreading me out slightly.
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about what this would feel like. He trailed upward until he got to the edge of my underwear.
“Are you wet for me, Anastasia?”
He must’ve been a psychic because I was dripping. Quite literally, my underwear was soaking wet with the simple anticipation of what his fingers would feel like dipped into my aching core.
“I need this,” I breathed between kisses.
He squeezed my breast with his other hand before trailing up to my neck. “Is this okay?” he asked as he traced my collarbone.
I nodded.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Use your words, malyshka.”
“Yes. It’s okay. I feel... safe with you.” Because everything with Alex was safe, and never once was I scared.
He groaned into my mouth as he slipped his fingers up my neck and toward the back of my head, gripping my hair to hold me tight to him. He pulled at the wet cotton fabric covering my pussy. Just the friction of his hands down there had my hips moving forward and backward, desperate to have more?—
“Oh. Shit. Er . . . Um . . .”
I pushed Alex off me, and he turned around so whoever was at the end of the hall couldn’t see his incredibly hard cock straining against his pants.
