He walked around the house, checking that the windows and doors were locked. The necklaces had been removed from the kitchen counter, just as Vinnie had assured him.
Alex walked into her bedroom, frowning as he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed staring into space. He crouched between her spread thighs and rubbed her calves. “Come back to me.”
“I’m here.” It was a flat whisper.
“No, you’re not. You’re a million miles away. I know it’s easier said than done but shove all the shit that’s going on to the back of your mind, or you’re never gonna sleep.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “Come back to me.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, the dazed look had disappeared from her eyes.
“That’s my girl.” Determined to distract her and make her forget everything for just a little while, he got to his knees and flicked open the top button of her blouse. “I’ve been wanting to do that since you first fastened it this morning.”
Her stomach clenching, Bree watched as he opened the next button. And the next. And the next, his gaze intent on each bit of skin he revealed.
There was no urgency in his manner. No sense that his control was fraying. He clearly had no intention of rushing this. And she knew she was going to get “slow and gentle” tonight. Knew he probably thought it would be the best way to help her wind down. But he was wrong. She wanted fast, hard, and rough. She didn’t voice that, though, because he’d be less likely to give it to her, the teasing bastard.
He slipped her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms and then pressed a kiss to a mark he’d left on her shoulder. “Like seeing my brands on you.” He swept his fingertips over the trail of freckles on her chest. “The first time I saw these freckles, I wondered just how far down they went.” Nuzzling her neck, he released the front clasp on her bra. “Looks like someone dusted your chest and tits with cinnamon. I like cinnamon.” He brushed the bra cups aside and let her breasts spill out onto his palms. “I like these better.”
She arched into his hands and took a shaky breath. “Kiss me.”
Instead, he traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. “Never had a mouth that tasted so sweet.” He squeezed her breasts just right, causing a moan to slip out of her. “Your pussy … now that tastes even sweeter. I can smell it getting wet for me.”
“Alex—” Her lips parted on a gasp as he pinched her nipple, and then his tongue boldly sank into her mouth. He kissed her. Kissed her so hard and deep that it stole her breath, muddied her thoughts, and sent her libido into hyperdrive.
Her composure just flitted away. She gripped his head as she kissed him back. Every explicit stroke of his tongue dragged her deeper and deeper into a place of pure sensation.
He hummed as he broke the kiss with a light nip to her lip. “I’d know that taste anywhere.” He swooped down and drew one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard. Her pussy clenched, feeling far too empty; far too hot and needy.
She moaned and arched into him as he lavished attention on her breasts. His tongue licked and flicked. His teeth scraped and bit. His hands stroked and squeezed. She felt every touch deep in her core.
Damp heat spilled from her aching pussy. Her body was desperate for his. Desperate for the pure bliss it knew he could deliver. The anticipation was honestly painful.
He splayed a hand on her stomach and gently pushed. “Lie back.”
That order vibrated with enough dominance to make her cat shiver just a little. Tossing aside the bra and blouse, Bree did as he asked. Still on his knees, he removed her shoes and then whipped off her slacks and panties.
His warm thumbs parted her folds, and the cool air fluttered over her flesh. “Slick already.” Gripping her hips, he dragged her pussy close to his face and buried his tongue deep.
Bree fisted the bedsheets as that clever tongue swirled and pumped—first slow, then fast. Occasionally he’d stop to lick at her slit or suckle on her clit, but then he’d drive his tongue back into her pussy.
The friction built inside her until her thighs began to tremor and her pussy started to tighten. Feeling her orgasm rushing toward her, she sucked in a breath. “Oh, God.” She bucked. Arched. Groaned. Shook. And then she came.
Breathing hard, she melted into the mattress, a puddle of warm goo.
Rising to stand at the foot of the bed, he licked his lips. “Love watching you come. Need to record it so I can see it whenever I want.”
Like she would ever let that happen. He tugged off his tee and, damn, she almost drooled. So much sleek, roped muscle. So many badass tattoos. And, Jesus, those abs were just fucking perfection.
He dragged his fingertips over her skin, as if he was refamiliarizing himself with every line, dip, and curve. Her nerve-endings were so unbelievably hypersensitive that every touch seemed to sear her flesh. She fairly trembled with the crushing, unrelenting need to have him thrusting deep inside her. “Alex, now.”
Alex might have bristled at the order if it hadn’t come out sounding more like a plea. He wanted her this way. Wanted her desperate and frantic and so swept away by sensation that her mind was free of worries and questions.
He took a mental snapshot of her lying there with her hair fanned around her head, her nipples taut, her pussy slick, her skin flushed. Beautiful. He’d been craving her all day. Craving the feel of her skin, the hot clasp of her inner muscles, and fuck the taste of her … there was nothing else like it.
He snapped open his fly and shoved down his jeans. His gut clenched as her dazed eyes locked on his cock. He fisted himself and lazily pumped, teasing them both. “Now I’m going to fuck you. You get to choose what position. Do it fast.”
For a single moment, she froze. Then, as fluid as a cat, she rolled onto her stomach and got to her hands and knees.
Alex hummed. “Good choice.” He knelt behind her on the mattress and smoothed his hands up her back. She arched into him like a kitten, but the moan that came out of her was a pure feminine demand that rung with impatience.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair. “You hungry for my cock?”
“Yes,” she bit out.
“Then you’ll get it.”
Bree winced at the slight bite of pain as the thick head of his cock pushed into her. “Not slow, Alex, I—” The hand holding her hair snatched her head back as he surged into her with such shocking force that she cursed.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He reared back, slow and smooth. Then he roughly surged deep, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
“Yes.” Feeling unbearably full while his long, fat cock throbbed against her inner walls, Bree closed her eyes. “Fuck me.” Instead, he released her hair and pressed down on her upper back. She dropped to her elbows and rested one side of her face on the mattress.
He rumbled a sound of approval and gripped her shoulders. “Such a good girl.”
Bree was about to firmly state that she was far freaking from it, but then he began brutally hammering into her pussy, driving so deep it hurt in the best way. She threw her hips back to meet each thrust, loving the feel of his cock slicing through her over and over.
The room was filled with moans, growls, grunts, and the sound of flesh slapping wet flesh. Her pussy was so super-sensitive that she could already feel her orgasm slowly creeping up on her. The slightest touch to her clit would throw her over.