Opening her eyes, she held his gaze while he repeated the motion.
“Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth. Gripping her thigh, he raised it higher, opening her even more to him.
He began moving faster, and she felt the stirrings of another orgasm racing through her.
How can that be?
Two orgasms back-to-back? With Danny, she would be so lucky if he gave her an orgasm. Any of her good ones came as the result of her own hand.
Alana began to move her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His gentleness soon faded, and he pumped hard, filling her to the hilt.
“London,” she cried out, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, needing him closer.
His breaths were coming fast as he took everything he wanted, and everything she desired to give him.
“Alana” he growled. Each time he slammed into her, it pushed her closer to climax. His long shaft hit every nerve inside of her. “You feel so good around my dick.”
Alana’s breath hitched in her throat as he continued to pound into her. She no longer recognized the voice chanting London’s name.
Her nails dug into his arms, her muscles growing taut. She was on the brink of euphoria.
London grunted, shifting his hips mid-stride, causing him to rub her clit with each thrust.
Alana shattered, screaming London’s name.
He thrust harder until a shudder ripped through him. The muscles underneath her hands grew tight as he finally reached his climax, bellowing her name.
11
She was absolutely beautiful. Her smooth brown skin was flawless and was as soft as he had imagined.
London continued to watch Alana while she slept.
She snuggled closer to him automatically in her sleep. For some strange reason, he loved that she appeared to seek him out while she slept.
His cock stiffened, as if knowing the curvy woman who had caught his eye was close. He shouldn’t be able to even get hard.
He’d taken her countless times last night, his appetite for her only slightly quenched. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he saw it had only been about two hours since she’d fallen asleep.
London had only dozed for a short while.
He couldn’t stop thinking of their night, the sex between them explosive.
Addictive.
He couldn’t get enough.
For the first time in his life, London didn’t want to leave a woman before she woke up. He wanted to be the first person Alana saw when she opened her eyes.
Just that fast, he knew he had feelings for her. He wasn’t familiar with them, but he knew she was special to him.
Unable to stop himself from touching her, he reached up and gently brushed her hair away from her face. Her pigtails were long gone, and her dark strands were spread along his arm and across the pillows.
She looked so peaceful.
Waking up with Alana in his arms had him feeling content with life.
Alana shifted on the bed, grumbling under her breath. Her feet moved, sliding along his calves.
A moan slipped from her lips as she slowly began to wake. After a few blinks, she met his gaze.
“Morning.”
Her lips curved into a smile, her shy veil sliding into place.
“Morning.”
She had a sexy huskiness to her voice that shot a bolt of electricity straight to his dick. Her gaze darted from the door and back to him. He sensed she had a burning question.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, entwining their fingers together. Placing a kiss to the back of her hand, he settled it against his chest.
Biting her lip, she stared at him, deep in thought. It was cute, but he wanted to know what the problem was.
“Well, don’t you usually have girls leave before morning? At least it would seem that—”
“Wait, what?” He grew still. How did she know women left his house before morning? “Were you stalking me?”
He wasn’t angry. He was just going to make her suffer a little before putting her out of her misery.
But she was correct.
He never allowed women to stay for breakfast.
He didn’t want them growing attachments to him. It was only fun—no strings.
Now, with Alana, he wanted the strings—deep connections and promises.
She flinched. Sitting up and resting on her elbow, he watched the sheet slide down, exposing the swell of her breasts.
Breasts he had come to know intimately. He had memorized every inch of her throughout the night, tasted every part of her. He grew hard thinking of doing it all over again. The sounds of her sighs, gasps, and moans still echoed in his mind.
“Not that I meant to. It was just fascinating to watch—”
“Fascinating?”
What was so compelling about women leaving his apartment?
“I’m just curious by nature. Forget I said anything.”
Closing her eyes, she fell back against the pillows. She tried to yank the blanket over her face, but he held onto it.
“Oh, no. I want to know what was going through that beautiful brain of yours as you were watching my apartment,” he chuckled. A short game of tug of war commenced, with Alana losing. London tossed the blanket off the bed and onto the floor.
“Hey!” Alana shrieked. He gathered her to him as she tried to struggle, but it died off soon as her naked body pressed against his. “You don’t fight fair.”
“I’m a man who goes after who and what he wants,” he stated, pressing his lips to hers.
She instantly softened, allowing him to have his way with her. The kiss sent a blaze of fire through him. Molding herself to him, she drew him close, and he soon found himself on top of her, sliding into her.
They both moaned in unison.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he admitted, nipping her ear with his teeth as his hips set a slow rhythm. Wanting to see her face as she climaxed, he sat up and wrapped her thighs around his hips. “Spend the weekend with me.”
“Okay.”
She was right.
He didn’t play fair.
This was the most time he had spent with a woman not related to him. He couldn’t even remember if he had ever spent a day with a woman, much less an entire weekend.
Alana sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her. She was dressed in a long sleep shirt with Captain America’s shield on it. He laughed at the wording.
Cap’s Girl.
He wasn’t sure if she realized how cute she was when she was lost in her thoughts. She unconsciously nibbled on her lower lip, while her glasses slid down dangerously to the tip of her nose.
She automatically pushed them up and back into place. As if sensing him looking at her, she turned and focused her big brown eyes on him.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” She gave a slow blink and felt along her cheeks.
He smiled at her. “Not at all.”
She gave him a weird look before going back to reading whatever was on her screen.
Sighing, he put his feet up on the coffee table.
This seemed right.
He didn’t know what it was, but just being around Alana was all he needed.
He looked down at his laptop screen, but he didn’t see any of the numbers or statistics that were spread out before him. Closing his laptop, he set it down on the table, pushed up from the chair, and moved over to the couch next to Alana.