Page 198 of Never Tell Secrets
“We’ve met by chance and we’re both free.” He took another step and I forced myself to stay still. “Your move, baby.”
Was this real? Was he truly ready? Was I?
I found myself catapulted back to when I first met him at Harrington House and I’d looked into his eyes for the very first time. The arrogant man I’d seen there, manipulative andmean. Here in front of me, the window dressing was almost the same, but the man was completely different and I…I was still his. Utterly and completely. The words were inevitable and they were right.
His jaw clenched, tense with uncertainty. I found my heart hurting for him. After all this time, how could he be uncertain? How couldn’t he know?
“Alfie, I love you.” The words sat in my chest, warm and true.
I was in love and I was loved and we were finally ready.
“Alfie, I—” My words stole away as his lips met mine in a kiss so crushing I couldn’t breathe. He swarmed my senses and I gasped as his body enveloped mine, holding me to him like two people caught up in a storm, afraid to ever let go.
His hand slipped into my hair, twisting it, keeping me close in that soul-sucking kiss. So many times during our failed three month deal we’d come close to this, each time his touch had been gentle, but this was different. This was needy and visceral. I threw myself into it and met him head on.
Grabbing his lapels I pulled him to me, walking backwards I led us to the garden nestled between my wings, the place hidden from outside view.
Inside, I grappled with his belt but his hands were there, stopping me. I whined in frustration as he pulled away, panting. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.” I held him close, desperate for him but he held back. “You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you…do you trust me?” He was giving me this chance, this one last chance to back out if I still didn’t trust him with my body. But I did trust him. There wasn’t even a question of it anymore.
“Alfie…” It was all my lust-addled mind could think to say and it was all he needed. Grabbing fist-fulls of my dress he yanked me to him, crushing his lips to mine. His tongue wasa heated balm, soothing yet igniting every need I had. My core clenched and I pressed up against him.
I gasped as he picked me up, dropping to his knees he lay me out underneath him. With hurried hands he unfastened his belt, I pushed his trousers, his briefs down and wrapped my hand around his length. My mouth watered at the feel of him in my hands again, the velvety skin, soft veins, the bead of precum resting on the tip.
I groaned into his mouth and yanked my underwear to one side, needing him inside me with maddening urgency.
I pulled him to my core, moaning as the tip of him ran over my wet folds. He shuddered, growling against my lips. His hand cupped me, blocking himself from entering. I mewled with desperation. I tried to force his hands away but he took my wrists and pinned them over my head.
“Look at me…fuck, just look at me.” His voice was husked with desire, the tone of it sending a shiver through me.
I looked up and found him just as desperate as me, his jaw clenched tight as he moved one hand between us. Two fingers pressed inside me, gently scissoring, stretching me.
I made desperate pants as he eased a third finger inside me. I winced and was glad he’d had the strength to do this first instead of hurting me the way I would have let him.
Gently, he thrust his fingers, letting me open and I lay there in the moonlight, legs spread, underwear pushed to one side as he gazed down at me, all his.
“Please.” That word was all it took. His fingers left me, the tip of him pressed against my opening, not yet pushing inside, just hovering. He kissed me, pulling on my lip and on that breath, he held my gaze and pushed inside.
My mouth opened in a silent cry as I flowered open for him.
His restraint left him and he took me like an animal. His thrusts came hard and fast as he set a gruelling pace. I held ontohim, moving with him, swallowing his pants as he breathed in my moans.
We fed off each other, revelling in a way we hadn’t in so long. I didn’t care as he ripped the front of my dress open, freeing a breast so he could clutch it and suckle my nipple with a moan. I arched into him, lost in our lusty waters. I was high on him and I didn’t ever want to come back down.
I could feel myself climbing that familiar peak, yet it was different this time, not driven by the parts of me he’d touched, but by emotions I hadn’t thought I would ever feel. I was in love. Truly. Purely.
Frantic hunger drove us to that edge and I met him at the top, crying out my orgasm as he spilled inside of me.
I stared at him in wonder as he slowed his pace but didn’t stop his relentless need to wring every last sliver of pleasure out of me. I held onto him, meeting his need when I was suddenly jolted out of our bubble by the sound of the gate creaking open.
“Hello?” The security guard called out, his torch light shining in broken shards through my wings. Alfie clamped his hand over my mouth as he continued to fuck me, deep and slow. “Miss O’Connell, are you still here?”
I whined as Alfie pulled the last of my orgasm out of me. The gate creaked again as it was closed, keys jostling as the guard locked it shut. Only when his steps had retreated did Alfie release my mouth.
“What was that about?” I hissed, only to see him smirking down at me.
