Page 139 of Collide
The thought hits like a rush. Like a drug. That someone likehimwould want someone likeme.
I settle under the sheets, keeping to my side, heart racing.
“You’re so far away,” he murmurs before pulling me into his arms.
I squeal, giggling as he tickles my sides, then gasp when he steals my laughter with his mouth. His lips are warm, minty.
When did he brush his teeth?I don’t care. I melt into the kiss, my body arching instinctively into his.
His hands roam over my—waist, hips, breasts—fingertips skimming like he’s trying to memorize every curve. I groan softly into his mouth.
“Alex,” I whisper, breathless.
He pulls back just enough to look at me. Smirks as he brushes my hair from my face.
“Temptress,” he murmurs. “You keep this up, and I’ll forget every last ounce of control I have.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Wait—when did you brush your teeth?”
He sighs. Then laughs, low and warm, his chest shaking. “Elena, I’m trying to seduce you, and you’re asking about my dental routine?”
“Sorry.”
“The other bathroom.” He turns off the bedside lamp, and we’re engulfed in darkness, save for the light from the city below, shining through the windows.
I giggle again, nuzzling into him. The tension breaks, but not completely. Not with the way he’s holding me.
He kisses me again, this time soft. A peck. He pulls me onto his chest, his hand tracing my back, slow and soothing. My cheek rests against him, rising and falling with each breath.
His fingertips keep moving. Gentle, rhythmic strokes against my spine. A quiet spark. My skin tingles beneath his touch, like his fingers are dipped in heat.
“Can I ask you something?” I murmur.
“Of course.” His breath is warm on my forehead.
“What’s sex like? For a guy, I mean.”
He’s quiet for a moment. Then his voice drops lower.
“Well, for me…I feel lightheaded. All the blood rushes down there. It’s primal. All you want to do is bury yourself inside a warm pussy.”
The word slides through the air like silk and fire. My nipples harden instantly beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. My breath slows. Deepens.
“The moment you slide in,” he continues, dragging his fingertips in patient, winding motions along my back, “it’s like you’re home. You fit like a puzzle piece. The heat. The wetness. Every stroke pulls you in deeper, like your whole body’s being swallowed.”
I clench and throb with each word. My skin prickles with heat.
“Then everything builds,” he murmurs. “Faster. Hotter. Until you tip over the edge. Honestly, it doesn’t take much. Not for a man. Women—” his voice softens again “—you’re more…nuanced.”
My throat tightens. I’m so aware of every inch of my body. The slick heat between my thighs. The ache curling low in my belly.
I shift against him, heart pounding, unsure what to say.
He keeps rubbing my back. Slow. Steady. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Can I askyousomething?” he ventures after a moment, voice soft against the dark.
“Sure,” I murmur, curling a little closer.
