Confessions After Dark (22 page)

Angel made short work of her shirt as Alex undid the button and zipper on his jeans, exposing the grey boxer briefs he wore beneath, the strong column of his erection drawing her eyes, and she thrilled to see how affected he was. He fell to his knees in front of her where she was still sitting on the edge of the desk.

“Alex, we should stop.” The words weren’t easy for her to say; stopping was the last thing she wanted. Her voice was soft, barely audible.

He didn’t say anything, just reached out a hand and pulled her forward roughly by fisting his hand in the front waistband of her jeans. His eyes were wild as he made easy work of the closing, and Angel said nothing nor did she make a move to stop him.

He pulled the material down her legs and let it drop the few inches from her feet to the floor. His hands closed around her thighs, kneading the silken flesh as he ran his mouth from the line of her neck up over her cheek, his tongue leaving a trail of fire behind it. His mouth opened over the skin of her shoulder and sucked hard, causing Angel to gasp, his teeth grazing her skin as his hands raked down her back.

“I thought I could get you out of my system, but every time we’re finished, the ache comes back worse than before. You’re all I think about,” he whispered as his mouth moved to hover over hers, and Angel pushed off with her arm to sit up straighter, causing him to move back at the same time. The movement brought her torso in closer contact with his face, and she wound her arms around his head, her fingers tugging through his hair.

“Oh, God.”

Alex’s description had slammed through every synapse in her brain, and his whispered words were her very own thoughts. It was insane. It was indescribable and impossible. This insatiable longing was growing as if it had a life of its own, and she hated herself for not being able to resist. She hated that this one man’s touch could reduce her to such clinging desperation.

Alex bent to kiss the luscious swell of her breast, visible over the sheer black lace of her bra, his fingers brushed across the crotch of her matching thong, and he moaned at the moistness he found there.

“Your body tells me you want this as much as I do. This is going to happen and
keep
happening. Stop fighting it.”

Angel writhed against him as Alex’s fingers closed around the lace and practically ripped it from her body as his lips crushed down on hers roughly. His hands moved up over her hips then her ribcage and around her back as he kissed her over and over. She clung to him, her mouth wild beneath his, as he quickly rid her of her bra. He was delirious as every inch of her skin was available for his eager hands.

Angel whimpered when Alex pulled his mouth from hers to let it travel down her body. “Uhhh…” She sucked in her breath he when pulled her leg up until her foot rested on his shoulder and she felt his scruffy chin rubbing on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. His breath was hot as he blew out his breath and then, deeply sucking in the scent of her arousal.

She might have been embarrassed with Kenneth because sex with him had been awkward, but with Alex, it was a raw, animal need and neither of them could hide one damn thing from the other. He was intoxicated further. “Jesus… Angel, you don’t know what you do to me.”

After that, there were no more words. His mouth drove her insane as he licked and suckled her heated flesh. Angel couldn’t stop the soft moans of pleasure bursting from her, and it drove Alex on even more. His hands pulled her hips forward to give him better access so he could thrust his tongue inside her. He loved the way she sounded, the way she tasted, his cock aching like it would burst, so jealous of his mouth.

Looking down and seeing this beautiful man between her legs and getting into it so much had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. He moaned deeply against her and sucked her flesh between his lips and flicked at it with the tip of his tongue. Her body tightened and clenched in response.

“Uhhh… Alex…” His name fell from her lips in a rush of breath. “Aaaleeeeexxx!”

A rush of satisfaction filled him. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he kissed her stomach and the underside of her breasts as she lay heaving in his arms.

“Yes, Angel. God, you’re so beautiful when you come for me.”

Her arms automatically wrapped around his broad shoulders, and he started to pull her from the desk, supporting her so she wouldn’t crash onto the floor, and moving her as if she weighed nothing. He laid her down on the shirt he’d put down earlier and kissed her mouth softly.

“Mmmm… See how good you taste? I could do that every day and still want more, baby.” He sat up on his knees between her bent ones and pushed the top of his jeans and boxers down. She couldn’t help but reach for his cock as it sprang free, the silken steel hot as he twitched in her hand.

“Your cock is so beautiful.” Her eyes ran up his body. It was perfection. “How many women have told you how beautiful you are?”

“Only one that matters right now.” His hands ran over her knees and up her thighs as he bent to take a hard, pink nipple into his mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

As he kissed her breasts, Angel heard the crinkling noise of the foil wrapper on a condom as he pulled it out of his pocket.

“I want you inside me.” Alex kissed up her chest to her neck, over her chin and cheeks until he was looking into her eyes. “Without that.”

“What?” He smiled softly and nuzzled her cheek again, throwing the packet aside. “I didn’t hear you.”

He was going to make her beg.

“You know you want to fuck me, Alex. Why must you make me beg?”

“Because I’m so turned on I’m going to explode, and I need to know you’re just as fucked up by this as I am.”

“Then do it,” she breathed. “Now! I want you, too.”

“Ungggg…” Alex groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock along her wetness. Just a little push and he’d slip inside. Angel arched her back, raising her hips in invitation to show him what she wanted. “Nnn… baby. I want you sore tomorrow. Every delicious ache will be because of me and you’ll know it. You’ll think of me every time you move.”

Angel gasped and bit her lower lip as he pushed in hard and started moving in long, hard thrusts. She closed her eyes and pulled him closer, wanting his mouth on hers, but Alex wanted to watch his body slide in and out of hers. It was the most erotic thing he ever experienced as he looked down on her and plunged inside over and over again. He held her right leg for leverage as his thumb moved to rub her sensitive, still-swollen nub. Her mouth fell open in audible pants, and she closed her eyes. Her hair was strewn out around her head like a dark halo, and her pale skin glowed in the half-light.

He was lost. He knew it. For the first time in his life it was more than fucking, and if it ended, it would matter. He’d gotten a taste of her absence these past weeks, and he was determined to give her so much pleasure she’d be unable to deny what was between them. “Angel. Look at me.”

Her eyes opened languidly and burned into his. “You feel so amazing. God, I’m… Uh, I’m going to come again.”

“I’ll make you come a hundred times if you’ll let me.”

He pounded into her harder, feeling his own orgasm build to the point of no return. When her back arched and her legs started to shake as she lost it, he fell on her body and kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with the same intensity and rhythm as their mating bodies. Angel held onto him for dear life, taking him deeper and deeper, and needing to bring him more pleasure than anyone before her, she rocked her body into his and clenched around him. Even if this was all there was, if it was the last time, she needed to brand him like he was branding her.

“Uhh….Jesus, Angel!” Alex cried out as he finally spilled deep inside her. In an instant, he’d brought his mouth back to hers. Their mouths moved in perfection together, sucking, clinging, giving, and taking. She clenched around him, her own orgasm and the determination she felt to milk every last shudder from him, making her the aggressor. Angel moved on him until the very last jerk was pulled from him.

He kissed her again, not wanting to let her go, and he realized his back was on fire from the nails she’d raked over his back.

“Good God, that was incredible.” He turned his face toward hers and rested his forehead above her ear. Angel nodded in agreement.

They were both panting and utterly exhausted as they came down, still wound up together.

Angel’s hands ran over his back and up into his hair again, partly because she couldn’t help herself and partly because she didn’t want to let go of him. The knowledge unsettled her as she traced over the skin of his shoulders, now ripe with welts. She touched him again and he winced slightly. Did I do that? Regret surged through her that she could have hurt him.

“Why did you have to come here tonight?”

The silence was broken only by the soft strains of the syndicated music now playing over the airwaves, her softly spoken words hung like screams between them. Her voice was low and trembling, and Alex wondered if it was pain he heard there.

Alex’s face was buried in the curve of her neck, a thin sheen of sweat covering both of their bodies. He rose up on his elbows and looked into her eyes. Angel’s heels still pressed into his calves, and his cock, still embedded within her softness, had not yet lost its erection. He pushed his hips into hers, and her body answered automatically. They were calm and languid, studying each other with lust-clouded eyes. Seconds ticked by until Alex bent to take her mouth again, licking and teasing until she sighed and kissed him back. When he did pull back to answer, she caught his lower lip between her teeth and pulled gently.

Christ, she’s the sexiest, most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The world could end around us and I wouldn’t even know it was happening
, he thought in wonder.

His right thumb ran down her cheek as he looked into her dark brown eyes and decided to answer honestly, no matter the cost.

“Because, I can’t stay away. I don’t know if I’d be strong enough to fight it even if I wanted to.”

“You’re the strongest man I know.”

“Not when it comes to you.”

Angel stared up at him, afraid to speak lest she say something that would expose too much. She was filled with strong emotions and struggled to reconcile what was happening.

She wanted him; there was no denying it. He created a need in her like she had never known, but he was still Alexander Avery. He could have any woman he wanted, and he could walk away at any time. She fought against letting his words woo her into believing there would ever be more between them… Wooed into wanting or hoping for more.

He nuzzled into her and made no move to pull out or move away and, instead, ran a series of soft open-mouthed kisses along the side of her face and then back to her mouth, to tease and coax. Angel’s arms tightened around Alex which he took as acquiescence to the inevitability of their situation. He moaned softly and slid his tongue deeply into the warm recesses of her mouth. She opened and returned his ardor, kiss for sucking kiss. Alex loved how she felt beneath him, and her response to every touch was nothing short of miraculous. “It’s always so magnificent. Each time, I’m left amazed at the perfection of every touch.”

There was no denying the incredible pull between them. It was hard enough when he was miles away, but here, while they were in each other’s arms, she’d never be strong enough to deny him.

Angel knew he desired her intensely. So there were two questions that needed answers and they threatened to explode over her like a bomb.

Where in the hell do we go from here? And will I be able to handle it when he walks away?

11
Co-habits

Angel watched Alex hand Cole her keys as she sat in the front seat of his expensive car and rolled her eyes in exasperation. She should have known the well-oiled machine would be running in spite of Alex’s presence; or maybe, because of it. She was still stunned by his appearance and what had occurred after he got to the radio station, despite the closeness and familiarity she felt with him.

Unable to tear her eyes away, she searched for the brotherly similarity beyond the brief familiarity in the eyes, coloring, and line of the jaw. Cole was broader, but Alex was slightly taller, more commanding and polished. His confidence and sexuality oozed beyond his perfect features and lithe body. It was in the graceful, unconscious way he moved, the tone of his voice, how his eyes caressed her, and the strength in everything he did.

She inhaled deeply and leaned back against the headrest. After their session in the studio, he’d dressed and silently pushed her hands out of the way as she buttoned the front of her blouse, his eyes never leaving hers and silently daring her to protest when he took over the task. She didn’t. She wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed that she’d lost control or that her body quickened again when his fingers accidentally brushed the top swell of her breasts when he buttoned the top button. For once, she let someone else dictate her destiny, at least for the moment, and it felt damn good.

Angel wanted to acquiesce to Alex’s wishes and let it all happen, to believe that this intense love affair could turn into something real. She wanted to forget her trepidation, melt into him, and just
feel
. She wanted… Alex. Always. Not just his body and the powerful, shuddering release he gave her, but the touch of his hand, his tender words, and, more than any of it, his love. Her eyes closed as her heart contracted at the realization.

The door opened and he slid inside, starting the car before glancing in her direction. They hadn’t spoken a word after they’d made love, and his green eyes took in her mussed hair and swollen lips. One side of his mouth lifted in the crooked smile she loved. His hand reached out to hold the side of her face, his thumb brushing back and forth against her cheek.

“I asked Cole to take your car back to your place, but I’m taking you home with me. Okay?” His voice was like a silk cocoon that slid around her and squeezed, making it impossible to refuse. Even if he worded it like a question, Angel knew he wasn’t asking permission.