Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
I glance up, meeting his gaze. “Are you referring to your mom?”
Alex scoffs. “Fuck no,” he says. “My foster brother, Landon. We were together for a few years when I was around ten or so and got really close. He was being abused by our foster father, and I didn’t find out until I was reading his suicide letter.”
I suck in a gasp, horror spreading through my veins, unable to imagine just how terrible that would have been. The guilt for not having known or being able to do anything to help him while so young . . . shit. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, my heart breaking for Landon.
Alex nods as we reach our building and he reaches out to hash in the access code. “It was a long time ago,” he tells me as if trying to shrug it off, not wanting to linger on something so painful.
Not wanting to push him on it, I let the topic fall away, hoping that one day when he’s ready or if he feels he needs to talk about it, he’s comfortable enough to open up to me. Instead, I give him a beaming smile as he holds the door open for me.
We make our way into the apartment complex and immediately turn to the right, heading for the stairs. Alex takes my hand again, and as we start to climb, I’m hit with that familiar disappointment that comes every time my night with Alex is coming to an end.
The walk to the third floor is quiet, both of us clearly lost in our thoughts, and as we reach our landing and make our way toward our doors, I find myself clutching his hand just a little tighter. “What is it?” he asks, those dark eyes lingering on me.
“I don’t think I’m ready to tell you good night.”
“Good, because I had no intention of ending this here,” he says. In a blinding flash, Alex grabs me by my ass and lifts me into his strong arms. His lips crash down on mine, sending a low groan rumbling through my chest. Before I know it, my back slams against my door, and I lock my legs around his waist as my short skirt rides up.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, and my eyes flutter closed as his rock-hard cock grinds against my pulsing core, my panties already soaked with need.
God. It’s everything, and when we pull away to catch our breath, his lips trail straight down to the sensitive part of my neck. My fingers knot into his dark, unruly hair, and I groan with hunger as I tilt my head to the side, needing so much more. Hell, I need all of him.
The anticipation of waiting is surely going to kill me. I can’t stand it a second longer.
“Alex,” I pant as his lips come right back to mine, cutting off whatever I was going to say. But it’s fine because I really had no idea what the hell I was going to say.
He keeps me pinned to my door, taking full control, and as he continues grinding against me, showing me just how ready he is, my core begins to throb. “Tell me to stop,” he growls against my lips, but I shake my head. That's the last thing I want.
“Mace,” he warns. “I can feel how fucking hot you are for me. If I don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right here in the hallway. Tell me to fucking stop.”
I shake my head again, not giving a flying fuck if he wants to tear my clothes off my body and bend me over right here where we stand. Hell, I’ll start taking my clothes off for him if it’ll save us some time. All I know is that I need to feel him inside of me.
“Please,” I groan, jolting my hips to get more traction against him. “Don’t you dare walk away leaving me this fucking desperate for you.”
“Ky,” he groans, his lips furiously moving against mine as his hands roam over my body. “I don’t want to take you like this. Not the first time.”
“I’m not a wine and dine kind of girl. I don’t need the romance,” I pant, my fingers tightening in his hair. “I just need to come.”
“You said,” he grunts, barely holding on to that shred of control. “You fucking said if I was to take you out, that I was to respect you.”
I shake my head, hating how damn good his memory is. Hell, I can’t even remember what I ordered at the restaurant. “Disrespect me, Alex,” I demand. “I also said that when I tell you you’re welcome to my body, you can take it. And fuck, Alex. I need you to take it.”
He groans low, and I feel the vibration through his chest, and before I even know what’s going on, his grip tightens on my ass and he throws me up until my thighs are braced over his strong shoulders, his face hovering right in front of my needy cunt. “Holy shit,” I breathe, my chest heaving.