Page 100 of Hollywood Undercover
She moaned from the deep raspy timber in his voice. It was full of confidence. She could tell he was utterly sure of himself. She already loved thatvoice.
“Okay,” she answered, her voice shaky and trembling fromanticipation.
“Is this what youwant?”
“God…yes,” shewhimpered.
“Are yousure?”
“I wantthis.”
“Good,” he told her, bringing his voice down to an almost undiscernible baritone that vibrated against her skin, already causing a potent reaction she could feel deep in herwomb.
“I want you,” she managed to get out with the breath she had been holding in for far toolong.
His fingers tugged gently at her hair, creating a tension that made her tip her chin slightly upward. He was so close now, she could feel the tip of the stubble on his jaw grazing ever so slightly along hercheek.
“I’ve waited so long for this…for you, Alexandra. I want you to knowsomething.”
She could barely form the question to ask what it was. She could barely think, but in her next breath, asked, “Yes?”
He pulled off from her neck and looked her in the eye. “This isn’t a game, I am not saying this to be cocky or arrogant, and I will only tell you thisonce.”
He paused, staring at her intently, as if looking right through her to her soul, like she already meant everything to him. That’s how she felt. Wanted, special, treasured, cherished, possessed byBash.
His eyes never left hers, when he said, “I will never lie to you, I will never hurt you, and when I take you, you will never want another man’s hands on you,Alexandra.”
“Oh God,” she cried, already certain it wastrue.
His grip tightened at the back of her head. It was neither gentle nor rough. It was firm, stable, strong, masculine, present, letting her know without words that he had her, that he was in control in the way she always wanted a man to be, and that she was safe,protected.
“Is this what youwant?”
She nodded, holding herbreath.
“Say thewords.”
Alexandra didn’t hesitate. Bash was everything she had ever wanted. “Take me now,Bash.”
His lips merged with hers, and Alexandra experienced what she had only dreamed about. His mouth was a liquid fire. His tongue dove past her lips to toy with her own, and she sighed into his kiss, surrendering because she was never in control of this. She was paralyzed, with arms drooped to her side, soaking in Bash’s touch, allowing him to ownher.
Bash pulled her in closer, and put his other arm around her. Their knees touched, legs repositioning to get even closer. With the feverish need surging within her, she strained at the restriction of sitting. She wanted him down on the floor or over on his bed or Christ, up against a wall. She decided it didn’t matter where he tookher.
I want Sebastian Sullivan in every possibleway.
