“You’re fully clothed,” I push his jacket off his shoulders.
“Right.”
He stands up, his jacket thrown in one direction, his tee going another. Then there’s that grin again. It’s a delightful mix of lecherous and love. Makes my tummy turn over and my knees go weak. I can’t not cover his face in kisses when he looks at me like that. Impossible. So we’re making out and trying to get him undressed at the same time, which is a little haphazard. And all the while my heart is pounding inside my chest so hard I could swear it echoes throughout the house.
Our fingers clash at the buckle of his belt, but I take over. Since he’s so set on soul kissing me, I attempt to deal with his pants situation. Just as well given he’s also busy playing with my breasts. He’s pinching and kneading them in the best way possible, making me a wet squirming mess. I grab hold of his cock, pumping him with a twist, rubbing the pad of my thumb over and around the head of his shaft. It’s perfect, how his skin feels like velvet. How hot and alive he is in my hand. His dick swelling and hardening further. The need in him only excites me more. The knot in my pelvis drawing tighter and tighter. I’m wet and swollen between my legs, more than ready and we’ve barely begun.
This must be love…being so desperate for each other you could die, needing the physical and emotional connection more than you need your next breath. But also being willing to work at it and not give up. Being in love, loving someone, would have to be the most dizzying, terrifying, and thrilling thing to ever happen to me.
I think love is big and complicated and all encompassing.
I also think I need to ride him like a pony.
With his jeans shoved far enough down, I helpfully push him back onto the couch and climb onto his lap. Life is full of potentially embarrassing moments. That my inner thighs are already wet with my juices. That bits of me wobble. That someone could come up the stairs. But fuck that shit. Life is first and foremost to be lived.
“You need anything?” he asks, gaze dark and thrilling.
I just shake my heads. Words are beyond me.
Then he grabs my hips, guiding me. Though it’s not exactly necessary. His dick is large, upright, and demanding attention. It’s not like I can miss it. I leave one hand on his shoulder for balance, using the other to guide him into me. And oh hell, the first feverish brush of him against me. The sensation of him pressing into me, stretching me, filling me just right. It’s exquisite. My eyes roll back in my head and my mind goes to a galaxy far away.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He mumbles against my neck, breath hot on my skin. “Love you so fucking much.”
I rise up a little, testing the feel of him inside of me. Squeeze him with my inner muscles and bite my lip on the way back down. Yes, yes, yes. This is exactly what we need. Just me and him together.
He groans. “Alice.”
It’s as natural as breathing, working myself on him. Taking his cock in deep before raising my body back up again. At first we kiss, mouths pressed tight together. My arms wrapped around his neck, his fingers digging into the flesh of my sides. I was wrong about fast and furious. Slow is amazing. Just savoring the rigid length of him buried deep inside of me. Over and over I rise, gradually gaining in speed. Hair disheveled and eyes dilated, he’s so carnal. The way he’s collapsed back against the couch, watching me fucking him. Like I’m his own private porn queen and fairy-tale princess all wrapped up in one.
It’s a powerful and potent thing, being with him. His thigh muscles tense beneath me. The buckle on his belt jangling every time I bounce. Being on top is awesome. And all the while, what we’re building between us gets higher and greater. My toes curl and my back arches, thrusting out my breasts. Beck growls and grabs me tight. The raw animal expression on his face is a thrilling thing. But I can’t keep my eyelids open when it hits. It’s too much. The heat and power of it burns through me from top to toe. My orgasm is a sparkly shining thing of wonder blasting away all of the crap of the last day with ease. Only this warm, glowing, shimmering sensation remains. Ever so slowly it fades from my body. First leaving my fingers and toes, receding until only the great ball of emotion inside my chest remains. It’s not uncomfortable. Nope. It’s right and good.
Damp face on his shoulder, I lie plastered against him, learning how to breathe again. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight. “We should never leave the house.”
“Hmm.”
“Seriously, though. You ready to put the ring on your finger now?”
“Eventually.”
“Eventually,” he mutters. “You’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
His chest shifts beneath me as he laughs. “Fine. Whatever. Do your worst. I love you. I can take it.”
“I love you too.”
But the drama train isn’t done with us yet.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“This is a bad idea.”
“It’s a great idea,” says Beck, passing me a gin and tonic. “It was your idea, beloved.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“It’s already done so you might as well relax.” Ethan pulls on the cuff of his shirt. “She should be here any minute.”
Henry looks up from his cell with a smirk. “Entertainment with a capital E.”
Matías gives me a wink. None of it soothes my nerves.
“Hand me that bread roll.” Emma points to the one sitting on my side plate. I do as told. You don’t mess with a hungry pregnant woman. Not if you want to live. “Thanks, Alice.”
“Do you want another juice or something, honey?” asks Rachel. The woman is going to make a great grandmother. You can tell.
“Iced water please, Mom.”
The Elliot Corp. Christmas party is every bit as swanky as you’d imagine. A ballroom at one of the grandest hotels in Denver and hundreds of people present. Tuxedos and formalwear and crystal chandeliers. In years past, the family would sit at different tables, mixed in with board members and so on. But this year we’re all together at the one big round table. Beck and I, Emma and Matías, Ethan, Henry, and Rachel. Everyone is present.
Penny and River surreptitiously watch from a nearby table. They got married at Thanksgiving. I’d never been to a surprise Thanksgiving wedding before, but it was fantastic. Though Beck knew about it because he lent them his place in Aspen for the event. He didn’t tell me, though. Apparently Matías and Emma’s last-minute vow renewal inspired them to do it all on the sly. Giving people no warning does seem to cut down on a large percentage of the crazy. But I’m thinking eloping to an island could be the way to go. I could rock a wedding bikini. Beck has yet to agree to the idea, however. I suspect my mother threatened him with regards to any sneakiness regarding our wedding. She wants a small ceremony in California with family and friends and then whatever else we want to do in Denver.
Keeping everyone happy is never easy.
“You look beautiful.” Beck picks up my free hand, lacing his fingers with mine. He’s in a tuxedo so of course I want to bang the boy. Though my need to sex him has been a constant since I met him. Some things never change.
“Thank you. So do you.” For this most portentous event I chose a calf-length black stretch sequin fitted tee dress and Louboutin platform stilettos. Makes me feel like a futuristic disco queen with ass kicking capabilities. My only jewelry is the diamond stud earrings and the bling on my wedding finger my fiancé is currently kissing. I laugh. “I thought people only did that to the pope.”