Page 86 of The Rules Of Attraction
“I couldn’t bear the thought of you being in that awful apartment I found you in. You couldn’t stay there, and I wanted you to be somewhere I knew you’d be safe. It was the only way I knew you’d stay with me.”
The wealth of sincerity and care in his expression reached out to me, softening the tension, opening my heart.
I couldn’t help it.
Other than Eilesh, I didn’t have anyone else who would have cared like this for me.
I couldn’t even be mad at him for that.
“Please don’t leave.” He added.
“Alex...” I didn’t want to leave but I had to be level headed here. I had to be. “I thought this was a live-in position, knowing it’s not changes things. I can’t just live with you.”
“Why not? There’s no reason why you can’t. I think it’s obvious what we both want.”
Just like the night at the club he saw straight through me and saw that I wanted him.
That strange electrical vibe shot through me like a bolt of energy the minute he touched my face, making my nerves tingle. As he ran his finger along my jaw his eyes darkened. I saw the dark liquid silver form in the faint lights that lit up the terrace and paralysis threatened to take over.
I’d gotten to the stage where it was getting harder to control myself around him, and I realized that he knew.
That dangerous smile inched across his mouth confirming my thoughts. Everything this man did, whether it was a touch, a look, his words, it was all for a reason.
“Don’t tell me I’m the only one who felt that?” he grinned.
I tried, made an attempt by stepping back out of his reach, but Alex decided he would follow me and came back close.
Close, so that our bodies touched, and my body definitely came alive at the proximity.
He didn’t bother speaking anymore. He just yanked me against him and smoothed his hand over my cheek and across to the back of my neck. Then, he captured my lips with the hunger of his.
I didn’t fight back. I couldn’t.
The kiss robbed me of my senses and I couldn’t remember the reasons why I should fight back. Or why I needed to resist him.
This was unlike the previous kisses we shared. It held a greediness that seemed to course through both of us.
He tilted my head to deepen the kiss and I smoothed my arms up the deep mass of muscle on his chest, and up to circle them around his neck.
A moan that illustrated the pleasure that rippled through me escaped my lips, moving from me to him.
It caused him to kiss me harder. I felt that sensation again. Like he wanted to devour me whole, and take every piece of me. Owning me.
With my breasts crushed to him, and heart practically beating out of my chest I wanted him to take me.
To have me.
To own me.
I was so stunned when he broke the kiss and stepped away, leaving me breathless.
“We’re not done yet. I’m not finished with you , and you aren’t with me. So you can’t leave.” He rubbed his hand over the shadow of his beard, breathing heavily. “What happened to you? Who hurt you, angel? Tell me who’s robbing me of you. I know you just lost your father, and that you must be hurting from the loss of him, but something else happened to you. Something that made you want to escape life.”
I swallowed hard. Was I that obvious?
So transparent that he could tell I’d been hurt.
The intensity of his words didn’t escape me.
