Page 21 of Finding Alexei
A few moments later, I join her on the bed, kissing and nibbling her inner thighs as I move up her body to lie beside her.
Her hazy eyes blink open and find mine. “Wow. I think I’m a huge fan of the deluxe treatment,” she says, her voice breathy.
I can’t help the chuckle that tumbles from my lips. Her honesty always gets me. Most girls I meet are only after my status, and are thrilled that I’m giving them the time of day, most likely with the hope that they’ll become a permanent fixture in my life. Ryleigh doesn’t care about that, and she’s fought me every step of the way up to this point.
When her warm palm cups me through my boxers, my smile fades. I’m trying to rein in the desire I have for this woman, but she’s making it more difficult than I thought . . . that and the amount of time since I’ve been laid are at war with the gentlemanly pedestal Ryleigh has placed me on.
“Can I touch you?” she asks.
“Fuck yes.”
Ryleigh plants a kiss to my chest on her way down, stopping to tickle my ab muscles with her tongue until she’s eye to eye with her prize.
I tug my boxers and jeans down in one swift movement and chuck them over the side of the bed. Ryleigh’s eyes widen as she takes me in.
“Oh, Alexei.” She groans, wrapping her delicate fist around my swollen shaft and giving it a firm stroke.
Oh God.
I release a guttural noise, and my eyes fall closed. I’ve wanted her hands on me since I first met her, and this is almost too much. Sensation overload takes over all rational thought.
“Yes, baby. Stroke me, please.” I’m not above begging, because her hand beats my hand every day of the week.
But Ryleigh has other ideas. She lowers herself between my legs, her back arching as she brings her mouth to me. The curve of her bare ass is distracting, and my gaze moves between that enticing view to the slow, wet kiss she’s currently treating the head of my cock to that feels so damn good.
“Oh, fuck yes.” I growl when she swallows my whole length all the way to the back of her throat.
So good.
It’s so, so good.
Then she adds a hand, twisting her palm as it slides up my firm shaft, and I know I’m going to come way too soon and embarrass myself. But in this moment, I couldn’t give two fucks.
Pushing my hips up off the bed, I can’t help but fuck her mouth.
“Too good. Fuck, Ryleigh. Shit. Yes, baby.”
Her eyes are closed in concentration, and her dark eyelashes rest against her high cheekbones. She’s beautiful. A few more wet strokes and I come, erupting into her mouth in a series of hot jets that make me see stars.
Ryleigh, always surprising me, swallows every drop, making needy little sounds in the back of her throat.
Fuck.
This girl.
When she’s through, she crawls back up my body and presses a soft kiss to my neck.
“That was fucking incredible,” I croak, my voice tight as I try to slow down my breathing.
She giggles. “Glad you liked it.”
I pull her closer and kiss her on the lips, threading my fingers through her hair. “Liked it? Baby, I fucking loved it.”
As if on cue, Ella lets out a cry from the next room, and Ryleigh stiffens.
“Relax. I’ve got her.” I rise from the bed and tug on my boxers.
“She’s hungry. There’s a bottle already in the fridge.”
I lean down and press a kiss to Ryleigh’s temple before shuffling out of the room, feeling like the luckiest fucking man in the world.Chapter SevenRyleighI wake up to the sound of Ella crying, which is nothing new. But when I blink my eyes open, it takes me a few moments to adjust to my surroundings.
Instead of the white walls and fluffy white duvet I’ve become used to the past few nights in the guest room, I see navy blue walls and dark gray bedding. And I’m surrounded by the best scent in the entire world—Alexei’s masculine scent of leather and spice.
Mmm.
I fell asleep in his bed last night, in his arms, it seems . . . and somehow it just feels right. A smile graces my lips as I sit up, ready to swing my legs over the side of the bed to go take care of Ella, but firm hands circle my waist and tug me back to bed. Or, more specifically, toward a hard-muscled chest. Heat zips down my spine at the memory of what we did last night.
“Don’t go. Not yet,” Alexei says in his deep, sexy voice, making my toes curl. He nips at my neck and sends shivers down my spine.
I don’t want to leave the warmth of his muscular chest, but a whimpering baby is a powerful pull. “She’s hungry. I’ve got her this time.”
