Chapter 32
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He shoved his thumb into my mouth just a tad and my panties grew wetter as I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, swirling my tongue around the finger for good measure. His nostrils flared and he yanked his thumb out, replacing his tongue with it in a searing kiss that had me letting go of the bed to wrap my hands around him.
Again, he didn’t let the kiss last. He nibbled on the sides of my mouth before pulling back and meeting my eyes. “You have the most expressive eyes. When you look at me, I can tell what you’re thinking. With one look into your eyes, I have a good knowledge of what’s going on inside your head and it’s uncomfortable at times, but it is the only reason I’m still here.” His eyes turned distant as they followed his index finger running down my side. “They tell me what your mouth is too scared to say, and they’re why I haven’t given up just yet. Why I’m still here in this room right now.”
His words were a bit cryptic but if I dug deeper, I would find out that they probably weren’t so hard to understand in the first place. I just didn’t want to try to understand them.
This should just be what it was. He didn’t have to try to make it into something more with some carefully crafted words.
Except that I had asked him to tell me what my eyes did to him, hadn’t I?
Yes.
Yes, I had. I’d made my bed, but who said I had to lie on it?
Reaching between us, I worked the button in his pants then pulled the zipper down. The slow hiss of it in the otherwise silent room made my blood boil with the promise of what was to come. Of what we were about to do.
This was finally going to happen.
After pulling his zipper down, I dipped my hand in, my head falling back on a moan when I felt him; hard. So bloody hard. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked him through his briefs. Once, twice, before I decided that it wouldn’t do.
His ragged breathing in my ears spurred me on and I pushed at his hands digging into the bed on either sides of me. He grumbled in protest before letting me go and when he did, I turned until I was standing behind him and just like I’d known that he would, he turned and sat on the bed to watch me, anticipating my next move.
Those molten green eyes tracked my every movement, not missing a single thing as I gripped the hem of my gown in both hands, and dragged it up and over my head. Since he pocketed my panties earlier—and since I was not wearing a bra—it meant that I was standing in front of him naked and it was obviously too much for him to bear, yet he still managed to keep his ass on the bed.
How was this man so controlled?
At other times, I might find it admirable and hot as hell. I might even envy him of it—but not now. Not when the reins had been snatched out of my hands and I didn't have control of what happened anymore.
Not when I was so completely out of my mind with lust that I felt like I would die if he didn't put his hands on me this fucking moment.
If I was lost to pleasure, then it was only fair that he should be too. I didn’t want him holding back.
I could run in four inch heels and I’d never been scared of falling, but my desire made my legs wobbly and I could barely put one foot in front of the other as I made my way to him in my black heels.
His hand darted out to cup my breast when I reached him, giving it a firm squeeze, and even though lust coiled tighter inside me at the touch, I pushed him back on the bed with my index finger and there wasn't much opposition this time.
Guess he was more willing to co-operate when I was in my birthday suit.
"Scoot up."
His eyes narrowed—probably over the fact that I was giving him orders and the alpha male in him was dying to take charge—and he watched me silently for a long minute before he did as I asked.
I didn't waste any time at all.
Crawling up until I was straddling his thighs, I went to work on getting his pants off. I was so distracted by the delicious swell in his briefs that I let the pants hang around his knees before crawling back to my position.
"Laura..." The voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief, hope, doubt. "What are you doing?"
Hooking my hands into the waistband of his underwear, I met his eyes and said, "I want you in my mouth."
His eyes flared and he sucked in a stunned breath, pushing up on his elbows to...what? Stop me?
It was too late because I'd freed his cock already and my mouth watered at the sight of it. At the thick, prominent veins that ran down the length of him. He felt like steel in my hand and at the same time, he felt velvety smooth.
"Baby," Alex pulled my eyes to him again and I shuddered—in pleasure?—at the name. "You don't have to—fuck."
My head lowered and I took him into my mouth.
