Page 1 of Rocked By the Alpha
Chapter 1
“Man,” West says, rolling down against the mattress and hooking his hands behind his head. “You have a really fine body.”
Ruby doesn’t answer him. She’s standing in the window of the hotel room. Behind the heavy curtain, the early grey light of morning is visible. Reaching down to the floor, she picks up her panties and slides them up her legs.
“Can I keep those?” he asks.
She turns her head to scowl at him over her shoulder. “You’re such a pervert.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining about that just now.” He lunges across the bed, making a grab for her wrist. “In fact, I think you can’t get enough of my perverted ways.”
His fingers skim down the outside of her arm and her scowl turns to an exasperated smile as she rolls her eyes.
“West, I have to go!” she protests as he pulls her towards the edge of the bed and sweeps her platinum blonde hair from her neck.
“Stay just a little bit longer,” he whispers into her ear, making her shiver and then resting his lips against the heat of her gland.
“Hmmm,” she hums and he knows she’s closing her eyes. He knows what she likes. They’ve done this enough times now. And every time only seems to get better — as far as he’s concerned, anyway. He just wishes the time together was longer, that he could persuade her to stay. But he hasn’t been able to work out how yet. He can persuade her into bed, but he can’t keep her there.
Still, it won’t stop him trying. Trying is part of the appeal.
He scrapes his teeth against the delicate flesh of her gland, tasting her skin against his tongue. Her scent is most intense there and he thinks he’d happily bury his nose here and spend hours inhaling her sweet aroma. When she goes, he’ll lie out on the bed for as long as he can, floating in the smell of her.
He rests his hand on her waist. She’s a curvy little thing and he could write whole albums about how good it feels to run his hands up and down these curves.
“You’re being cruel,” she murmurs. “You know I have to get back before I’m missed.”
“Will you missme?” He slides his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“West,” she moans, leaning into his touch and her stomach tighten under his palm.
Maybe he can persuade her to stay a little longer. Every minute with this woman is electric.
But then she seems to collect herself, shaking her head and unhooking his hand from her panties.
“I’ve really got to go. Natasha and the others will wonder where I am if I’m not back soon.”
He flops back into the bed. “So tell them. Tell them you’re with the best lover you’ve ever had and are finding it hard to walk straight this morning, so you’re gonna be late.”
“You think a lot of yourself.” She turns to look at him while she buttons up her dress, and he runs a palm over his chest and abdomen.
“Are you denying it?” he grins.
She shakes her head. “You really are an arrogant jerk.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing, baby.”
She stalks towards the bed and leans over him with a wicked smile. He sucks in a breath, waiting for whatever is coming next, but she nips at his shoulder and then strides away before he can retaliate.
“It is a bad thing and I don’t know how the hell we ended up here again,” she mutters. “This is the last time I’m doing this.”
“I don’t know how the hell we ended up here again,” she mutters. “This is the last time I’m doing this.”
“You said that last time.” He grins. “And the time before. I’m just too fucking irresistible.”
“You’re an asshole, that’s what you are!”
“You’re pretty obsessed with my asshole, if I seem to recall.”
