Page 51 of The Redemption of Alex Cade
God alone knew what the coming days and weeks would bring, with Kelvin. Because this wasn’t over.
A legal document, torn up or not, wouldn’t and couldn’t be the end of their story. The room was warm, but I shivered. I didn’t want to think about Kelvin, or any of it, not in the bedroom, not when it was just me and Alex. For a while, I wanted all the madness locked out and kept as far away as possible. I wanted a tall, high wall, one that would shield the two of us from the madness that raged on the other side. Resting my palm against the warm skin of Alex’s chest, I feltthe rise and fall of his steady breathing but also the hard, rigid tension in his muscles.
Alex’s eyelids fluttered before opening fully. He blinked and turned to me.
“You stayed.”
I nodded, and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Kit…” he moaned, a fragile sound that wavered in the stillness of the room. I could feel the weight of it, the strain in his tone, like a thread stretched thin and on the verge of snapping.
“Shh,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his in a featherlight touch. “You don’t have to say anything.”
I kissed him again, slower this time, coaxing him to let go of the tension he carried.
Trailing a line of kisses along the sharp line of his jaw, his stubble was rough against my lips. I kissed the curve where his jaw met his neck, feeling the steady, reassuring thrum of his pulse beneath my mouth. He exhaled slowly, the sound low and heavy, a sigh of relief that seemed to loosen something deep inside him. Alex reached for me, but I eased his arms away.
“No. Just lie back. Let me do this for you. Let me take care of you.”
That was all it took. He sank back into the pillows; as I settled beside him, as I leant over him, the last of his tension began to fade.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Words which had already been said, but he needed to know the truth of them. “I’ve made you a promise, and it’s one I will never break.”
I kissed his collarbone before dipping lower, my lips following a wandering, lazy path down his chest. Taking my time, I let each touch, each press of my lips, speak for me. This wasn’t about rushing, wasn’t about urgency. It was aboutgrounding him, comforting him, showing him, without words, how deeply I understood what he needed.
My hands moved across the smooth expanse of his chest, my fingers mapping the hard muscle beneath his skin, before I kissed over his heart, feeling its steady thud against my lips.
He sighed and I glanced up at him. His face was unguarded, his features loose in a way I rarely saw. The sight made my chest ache with a weight that was almost suffocating.
“I love you.” Three simple words, and the truest I’d ever said.
“How can you love a man like me? Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve been?—”
“How can I not?”
“I—”
“Sshh.” I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing all his doubt. “Don’t speak, not now.” I didn’t need to hear him say he loved me. I knew he did, in every part of me, and that was enough. This moment, in silence, in the warmth of the bed, was all about Alex, and only him.
I kissed lower, feeling the subtle shift of muscle beneath his skin as he moved beneath me. His breathing had deepened, steady, rhythmic, his body surrendering to my touch.
When I reached his hips, I paused, lifting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, I saw everything: the vulnerability he rarely let anyone see, the trust he gave me so freely, the silent plea for comfort he didn’t need to voice.
I held his gaze as I leant down, letting him see everything I felt for him in my eyes before I took him into my mouth.
His breath caught. His hand found my head, his fingers tightening in my hair, not to guide or demand, but simply to hold on. I took my time only to give him everything I couldin this moment. Nothing rushed, nothing hurried. Everything was about connection, about showing him how much he meant to me, how deeply I understood him, how much I loved him despite everything.
“Kit…” His voice broke on my name, a soft, breathless sound that sent a shiver along the length of my spine.
I responded without words, taking him deeper. His breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling with increasing urgency, but I stayed patient, steady, giving him everything he needed.
His fingers tightened in my hair as his body tensed beneath me. I glanced up, catching the way his head tipped back, his lips parting as a low, guttural sound escaped him.
I didn’t stop, didn’t falter, holding him through his rising climax, his body trembling as he came undone. His release was quiet but intense, his muscles quivering, my name falling from his lips as he spilled into my mouth.
I stayed with him until he softened, until his breathing slowed, until his muscles melted. Only then did I pull back, climbing up his body to kiss him hard to let him taste himself on my lips.
Alex pulled me in close, and held on hard.
