Page 59 of Collide
The moment his fingers touch my stomach, his body tenses. Between my thighs, his bulge throbs against me.
His hungry gaze flickers to mine, realization dawning when he feels my breasts. No barriers. It pulses again, radiating heat through me, my body throbbing in response. I grind myself against him. Desperate to soothe that ache.
A deep, guttural sound rumbles from him before his teeth sink into his bottom lip, his restraint hanging by a thread.
“Elena,” he murmurs, voice thick with need.
Alex leans in, his nose brushing along the column of my neck. Breathing me in, his warm breath sends tingles down my spine. His hands cup my breast, his fingers kneading softly, testing my reaction.
A gasp escapes my throat, my back arching slightly as he brushes his thumbs over my nipples. A dark chuckle vibrates against my throat.
“So sensitive.” His voice is soft, barely a whisper.
Then Alex’s lips are on mine, swallowing my moan in a kiss that’s deep, slow, and utterly consuming.
His tongue sliding against mine, savoring every second.
I barely notice when he shifts, pressing me against his perfect body. The heat of him. The solidity. The sheer intensity of the moment.
When he pulls away, I’m breathless, and my world tilts off its axis.
Alex’s thumb drags along my lower lip, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Can I touch you? I want to watch you come for me.”
The words pulse between us, spoken with quiet, devastating confidence.
I’ve never had an orgasm with someone else before, and a wave of anticipation and nervous excitement crashes over me.
I nod, shyly at first, but there’s no hesitation. I want this. I want to know what it feels like with someone else.
With him.
Alex exhales sharply, his restraint snapping like a frayed wire.
He grabs me by the waist, shifting me easily off his lap and laying me down beneath him.
The weight of him is new, comforting.
Alex traces his lips over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he positions himself beside me, his leg grappling mine, holding me open, his hand gliding lower—his touch as measured as it is unrelenting.
Alex moves with an unbearable confidence, like he has all the time in the world to unravel me piece by piece.
I suck in a breath as his fingers skim the elastic waistband of my shorts, the bare skin of my hip, teasing, exploring, learning me.
“You’re trembling.”
Alex’s lips ghost over my jaw, his voice laced with something dark—almost reverent.
I hadn’t even realized.
“It’s not—I mean, I’m not scared,” I manage to whisper, swallowing past the lump in my throat.
I feel his slow, satisfied grin against my neck. “No,” he says, his hand slipping between my thighs, fingers tracing the edge of something forbidden. “You’re not scared at all.”
I shake my head, breath ragged, body wired tight.
