Chapter 31
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At least I didn’t have to worry about explaining to anyone why I had my limbs wrapped around him like a fucking octopus.
“What are you thinking?”
I looked up and saw that Alex had his eyes straight ahead as he climbed up the stairs, as they had been since we entered the house, so how was it possible that he’d managed to know that I was thinking?
“I’m not,” I lied.
“You are,” he countered, and I could see us going on like this if I didn’t do something about it.
Plus, were we even supposed to be talking when we should be fucking instead?
“How do you know that I’m thinking?”
“I can literally hear you,” he purred and an involuntary shiver swept through me. His voice was deep and husky, and when he was turned on, it dropped octaves lower and became even more sexier. With the way he held me, my head was resting on his shoulder and whenever he spoke, his voice drifted across me like smoke. It kept me in a constant state of arousal and I couldn’t wait for us to get to the room. His or mine, I didn’t particularly care.
“Laura?” He pressed when I still didn’t say anything.
The walk up to the room was beginning to turn into a very long and boring one, so to take his mind off questioning me and back where it should be, I snaked one arm around his head, shoved it into his hair and kissed him.
He groaned into my mouth, the sound a cross between surprise and annoyance, but he kissed me back and his hands dropped to my ass to hold me more firmly against him. Like this, with my dress hiked up to my hips and little-to-no-space between us, his hard cock pressed against my core deliciously and, God, to know that I was finally going to have him inside me after wanting him for such a long time.
I didn’t know how he did it but he somehow managed to walk the remaining distance to the room without taking his mouth off mine and before I knew it, I was on a bed, my hair spread out around me. His eyes roved over my body slowly as though he had all the time in the world and he planned on using every second of it until it was up. His eyes didn’t leave my body still as he backed away to the door and locked it.
When he started undressing, I sat up so that I could watch.
Okay, I wasn’t even going to pretend. Alex was hands down the hottest man I had ever met. He was big, ripped and just the right amount of muscular without being too bulky, and it was just painfully obvious that he kept his body in shape. Considering that a lot of guys let themselves go when they started to get rich, but he took out time to keep fit still—because a person didn’t get to look the way he did without spending hours at the gym—earned him points in my book.
“There’s no such thing as your eyes, Laura.” Alex jerked off his cufflinks like they had somehow wronged him, then proceeded to drag his inner white shirt off, his eyes hooded and jaws clenched tight. “You have no idea what they do to me. No fucking idea, else you wouldn’t look at me whenever we’re not alone.”
“Tell me,” I breathed, leaning back to rest my weight on my hands.
Finally extricating his hands from the sleeves of his shirt, he tossed it to join his jacket on the couch, then he began working on his belt as he made his way over to me in slow, purposeful strides.
And me? I couldn’t decide on where to look at on his body.
His scowling face was flushed with lust and so fucking gorgeous, I wanted to draw him so that I could keep that expression forever, immortalising him. But then my eyes went down his neck and the way his beautifully tanned skin shone, made me want to go over to him and trace the ridges in his abdomen with my tongue.
Yet, then I dragged my eyes even lower and when I saw the outline of his cock, I decided that was what I wanted my mouth on instead. It was so hard, running down the length of his thigh so obscenely, it brought the dirtiest things to mind. Dragging—yes, dragging because I didn’t want to stop staring at him—my eyes back to his, I saw that the heat had quadrupled in his eyes and he was standing so close to me now.
