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.Not hard, but hard enough that it stings for a second.At first I’m shocked, but I have to admit, it feels so good that I want more.“Do it again,” I say through clenched teeth and look over my shoulder at him.His brow furrows in concentration, and he draws his hand back and slaps me again, this time a little harder.He slaps me one more time, not any harder than the last time, but the lingering sting is beyond pleasurable, and mixed with his cock slamming into me, it’s the perfect combination.Alex grabs hold of my hair in a tight fist and grips my waist tightly with the other hand.I can’t believe it, but I’m going to come again, and hopefully I get to before he does because I know he’s close.He yanks my hair back and drapes his body over my back.His mouth hovers over my ear when he says, “Hold on, baby.”Alex lets loose behind me and turns it up a notch.When he reaches around with his hand to start rubbing my clit, I lose myself in a blinding orgasm, and not a second too soon either, because he follows closely behind me.His movements slow down until he pulls out entirely and wraps his arm around my waist and drops down beside me on the bed.I’m already flat on my stomach when I turn my head to find him staring right back at me with a pleased look on his face.He leans forward and kisses my temple while his fingers trace my back delicately.So different from the sex-crazed Alex from a moment ago.But I like it, a lot.I could get used to this, whatever this is.“You’re dirty again,” he points out.“I know, but it was totally worth it.”He lightly chuckles.“You’re not so bad yourself.”I yawn and stretch my limbs before propping myself up on my elbows.“I need to shower again and maybe take a nap.And not for nothing, but you really need to wash these sheets.”“I will,” he says and places a kiss on my shoulder.“After we get out of the shower.”“We?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.“Yes, we.I earned it.” He sits up and drags my tired body along with him as he pulls us up to standing.“Let’s go, sleepyhead.”“I’m not sleepy,” I say through another yawn, causing him to laugh.“You should take it as a compliment.”“Trust me, I do,” he says proudly.“But I’d like you to stay awake a little longer.You never know what could happen in the shower.”“Fine.I’ll stay awake.”When we start walking toward the bathroom, he lightly slaps my ass in the same spot as before, and I rub my cheek to soothe it.“Hey! What was that for?”“Just making sure you stay awake,” he says, and winks before ducking into the bathroom ahead of me.I follow closely behind, thinking to myself about how many personalities Alex seems to have.There’s at-work Alex, friend Alex, sex-crazed Alex, tender Alex, and now this, this carefree and fun Alex.All of them add up to one hell of a man, and I’m starting to think that maybe I didn’t really know him at all before.That this Alex that I’m slowly getting to know is more than I gave him credit for and definitely more than I ever could have hoped for.Stop it, Julia.Don’t get your hopes up.Something always goes wrong.Huh? Where the hell did that come from? Jesus, I need to get a grip and stop thinking the worst is always around the corner.“Are you coming in?” Alex asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.Sweet Jesus.I can now add soaking wet Alex to the list, and I have to say, it’s probably my favorite out of all of them.CHAPTER EIGHTEENI pull into my driveway about an hour later, freshly showered again, my legs feeling like jelly, and wearing the same clothes as yesterday.I already texted Sabrina on my way here to let her know that I was alive and well and would be making my weekly Skype call a little later than usual.The only thing I bet you’re wondering about is whether we had shower sex or not.To answer your question: no, we didn’t.Instead, he washed my body from head to toe and vice versa.Then the strangest thing happened, which I still can’t make heads or tails of; he held me to him under the streams of water for a few minutes.What’s even more strange is that I let him.And yet even more odd, neither one of us had a sarcastic, flirty, or biting thing to say to each other.As a matter of fact, we were deathly quiet throughout the whole thing, making it feel far more intimate than all the sex we’d had up until that point.Ah, the sex.Hands down, the best sex of my life.I’m not one to gloat, but I was right.I had a feeling he’d be amazing.What I didn’t expect was for it to be so good that I’m craving more from him.A lot more.So much more that it borders on pornographic.And this is where it gets a bit tricky.See above where I told you about our Harlequin Romance moment in the shower?I can’t pretend it didn’t happen, just like I can’t lie about how it made me feel safe, comforted, and … cherished.It’s not insta-love, by any means.Well, I may be slightly enamored with his dick, but that’s beside the point.What I mean is that I’ve known Alex for a few years.In the last year alone things have definitely been different between us.I don’t know specifically when the shift happened from friends/colleagues to flirtatious friends/colleagues, but somewhere along the line it did.It throws a monkey wrench into my vow of staying away from men altogether, but I’m not going to complain.I’m going to try and embrace it and live in the moment instead.Oh, and did I mention that he wouldn’t let me leave his house until I agreed to go out to dinner with him tonight? He was adamant about it and was quite persuasive.Something about how since we were supposed to go out on a date last night, but instead ended up in his bed by midafternoon and didn’t leave there until this morning, I still owed him one.So I agreed.Of course I did; I’m not a complete moron.He wouldn’t tell me where we were going either, only that I should wear something semi-nice.As a woman, that translates into spending an inordinate amount of time in my closet for the rest of the day trying to find the perfect semi-nice outfit before he picks me up at seven thirty later tonight.But before I star in my own episode of What Not to Wear, I have to talk to Sabrina.I immediately take my laptop out and power it up, leaving it on the kitchen table while I make a pot of coffee.As soon as it starts to brew, I cheat a little by putting my mug underneath the stream.Once it’s full to the brim, I sit down and make my Skype call to Sabrina.“Good morning, Scully,” she says, pointing out the X-Files coffee mug in my hand.“Oh, I’m sorry.I mean good afternoon
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