Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Abby

Ithink I must have drifted off, but he’s still awake and watching me when I open my eyes again. “Sorry,” I say, feeling a little embarrassed, but also hungry for more of what we were doing just a little while ago. “I guess I was sleepier than I realized.”

“No need to apologize, beautiful.” His voice is deep and sexy, warm and rich like aged whiskey, and I want him so badly it hurts. My fingers itch to touch him, to trace the lines of his muscular arms and broad chest. He must have undressed at some point, and he’s somehow even more handsome with his clothes off. But I’m nervous, unsure of myself even if I’m also breathless and overwhelmed by my own desire for him.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His deep, rumbling voice makes me feel safe and secure, but there’s still a hard edge to him, and I realize there’s so much I don’t know about this man whose arms are wrapped around my naked body.

This whole situation is so far outside my comfort zone that I should probably be scared out of my mind, but I’m not. I feel good and I trust him to make me feel even better.

“I want you,” I answer as truthfully as I can. “Want you inside me.”

He grins as he leans in to kiss me again. “How do you want me?”

All I can do is stare at him for a long moment. “…What?”

His grin stretches, and his hand beneath the sheets begins to trace down my bellybutton.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard and rough,” he asks in a deep, gravelly voice, as his fingers find my most sensitive spot and he begins to circle me, “or do you want me to take my time with you?”

My heart races at his words, and I almost can’t answer. But his fingers pause at my silence, his brows raised, and I don’t want him to stop so I hurriedly open my mouth. “Slow is good,” I whisper. Nice and slow sounds good. It sounds safe. But fast and dirty sounds pretty good, too…

“Good girl,” he praises, drawing his hand up until his thumb brushes gently over my lower lip. His fingers are damp with my arousal, and I shiver. I think that’s the dirtiest thing anyone’s ever done to me.

The heat in his eyes has me feeling lightheaded. I can’t think straight when he’s this close, when all I want is to feel him against me, inside me.

I moan and lean into his touch, taking his thumb into my mouth and sucking, and the way his eyes light with fire when I do that has my lower half clenching, desperate to feel him between my thighs.

The scent of Alec’s cologne envelops me, sparking a fire deep within my core as he leans in closer. I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. “I’ve got you.”

He sits up and changes positions, his eyes never leaving mine as his fingers glide along the inside of my thigh with a feather-light touch. My anticipation is building with each passing second, making me ache for more.

“Please, God, please,” I beg, desperate for him to touch me where I need him most.

Without another word, he lowers his head between my legs again, his tongue teasing my sensitive flesh with incredible skill. It feels even better than the first time, and I gasp at the intensity of the sensations coursing through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, gripping the sheets tightly. His tongue continues its relentless assault, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“So perfect, baby,” he whispers, his fingers slipping inside me and curling just right, hitting that perfect spot that has me seeing stars.

I can’t hold back any longer. He’s going to make me come a second time without even being inside me. My entire body trembles as I cry out Alec’s name, the overwhelming pleasure consuming me entirely. My vision goes blurry, my senses overtaken by the powerful climax that leaves me breathless and boneless and writhing on the bed.

As the aftershocks ripple through me, Alec pulls away, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he gazes down at my spent body. I struggle to catch my breath, still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Fuck, I could keep doing this with you all night,” he exhales, his pupils blown wide with desire. “But I’m a greedy bastard, and I promised you more, didn’t I?”

I can’t help but smile as he positions his big, muscular body above me. “You did.”

He reaches for a condom from the bedside table and rips it open, quickly putting it on. “It’s a promise I intend to keep, too.” With one hand on my hip, guiding me toward him, he aligns his body with mine, teasing my entrance. He’s big, really big, but I’m greedy, too.

“Now,” I whimper. “Need you now.”

Slowly, he pushes forward, entering me with one long thrust that takes my breath away as my body stretches to accommodate him. Each inch he claims brings a wave of pleasure washing over me, drowning my senses.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet for me.”

My body instantly responds to his words, sending another flood of wet heat straight down to my core as he begins to pull out.

“Harder, Alec,” I urge, craving the intensity only he can provide. “Please.”

He stops and shoves his big cock right back in, thrusting deeper, faster, pushing me to the edge of sanity. My whole body is trembling as I wrap my legs around him.

“God, so good,” I moan, my voice needy and raspy as another intense orgasm threatens to consume me.

“Still want it harder?” He’s already driving into me harder and faster as he asks the question.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” I plead, clinging to him as if my life depends on it. I don’t know how much more I can take, but I know for sure we haven’t reached the limit yet.

“I’ve got you, sexy,” he promises, hammering into me with enough force to take my breath away and knock the headboard against the wall.

I’m so close now, and I can feel the pressure building, my orgasm just seconds away. I can barely form words, but I manage to plead one last time. “More, Alec. More!”

He responds by pounding harder and faster, his movements so urgent and desperate that I can feel it in every part of my body.

I’m nearing the peak, but he’s not done yet. He slams into me with one final thrust, pushing me over the edge as my orgasm takes hold, my inner walls clenching around him. He follows soon after, a low, throaty growl of pleasure rumbling up from his chest as his own climax overtakes him. His big body is rock solid, his muscles flexing and quivering as he holds himself above me.

“Fuck, baby.” He grins, lowering himself for a kiss while he’s still buried deep inside me. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

I can only nod, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, our hearts beating in time with each other as we lay there in blissful exhaustion.

I nuzzle against his broad chest, feeling the warmth that radiates from his body. As amazing as the sex was—and God, it was amazing—this is almost better. Just being here in his arms, our bodies entwined and inseparable.

It feels nice and warm and safe. Like all the problems in my life are a world away as long as I can stay right here with him. Right here in his arms.

***

The morning light is shining through the curtains, falling across my face before I even open my eyes. My body aches, but in the most delicious way possible. I stretch, feeling the lingering soreness from everything I did last night with Alec.

Opening my eyes, I realize two things. First, I’m still in his hotel bed, surrounded by the scent of his cologne. Second, I’m alone. My heart stutters as I look around the half-lit room. “Alec?” I call out, hoping to hear his deep voice reply. But there’s no response.

I strain my ears to listen for the sound of running water, wondering if he’s simply taking a shower. But there’s no sound coming from anywhere else in the suite. It dawns on me that I really am alone.

So much for being safe in his arms.

I sit up and run my fingers through my tangled hair as I gather the twisted bedsheets around my naked body. That’s when I spot it—a handwritten note resting on his pillow.

Good morning, beautiful,

I had to take care of some business. Stay in the room as long as you like this morning. Anything you order for room service is on me. Thank you for last night. I hope fate crosses our paths again one day.

Alec

I blink, feeling a wave of disappointment and confusion. That’s a ‘don’t call me, I’ll call you,’ if I’ve ever seen one.

Why did he just leave like that without waking me up? No, he doesn’t owe me any explanation—or anything at all, really—but maybe something a little more personal? A goodbye kiss would’ve been nice.

Numbly, I stumble to the bathroom and turn on the hot water for a shower. As I undress, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My reflection reveals the evidence of our passionate night—love bites and bruised skin. But it’s not just that. Looking lower, there are tell-tale signs that something went wrong. I know for sure we used protection, but maybe the condom split?

Whatever happened, it’s obvious he finished inside me.

“Damn,” I whisper to myself, my heart beating faster as I step under the water and let it cascade down my skin. “Damn, damn, damn.”