Page 73 of Never Let You Go

“You did it,” he murmurs, his hands caressing my bare arms. “Such delicate hands,” he adds, his fingers trailing from my wrists and up.

Shivers run through me. I close my eyes, lean against him, and rest my head against his chest. He smells like clean linen and cedar, a unique scent that drives me crazy. His chin strokes the top of my head. His hands cross my body and he pulls me tight against him, my back still to his front, and I feel his heart booming.

I whimper.

“Babe?” he growls, a question.

“Mm—hmph?”

“I’m gonna need you to be clear about what you want, like I said. We’re adults and all, but I’m your boss, technically, although at this point, I’m going to be the one doing what you tell me to. So yeah, spell it out for me.”

All while saying this, he brings one hand to my jaw while his other slowly cups my breast, then he drops his face and trails his tongue along my neck, his last words said against my skin the best kind of torture.

I tilt my head to give him easier access and moan as his fingers tease my nipple to hard pebbles.

He turns me around gently and caresses a strand of hair away from my mouth. His gaze stays there for a while, exploring. Although he says nothing, I’ve never felt so wanted in my life. My lips open on their own. Something passes through his eyes that looks like pain, then goes away.

“Let’s hear it,” he says.

I don’t have words for what I want from him.

His hand against my back strokes up and down, then he trails both hands up my sides until he’s cupping my face. My body rocks against his. He pushes me against the table. He’s hard against my belly. I lift my hands to the back of his neck and press my breasts against his torso. He lowers his mouth closer to mine until our breaths mingle. His lips graze my lower lip, then trail to the corner of my mouth. His breath hitches.

“Alexandra,” he whispers. “I’m dying to taste you.”

I close the gap between our mouths. His lips encase mine, strong and soft.

Our mouths mirror our bodies, molding to each other.

I part my lips, inviting him in. His tongue explores my insides, slowly at first, almost tentative. His taste makes me pulse, and I moan.

Our mouths fit perfectly, there’s no figuring each other out. Nothing awkward, no adjustment needed.

His tongue explores deeper, and I take him all in. He’s strong and soft at the same time, claiming and giving, so hot and so tender.

I trail my fingers in his hair, pulling him harder against me, and soon the sensory overload makes the room spin. I flinch. He wraps his arms around me, lifts me, and sets me on the table.

Wanting to have him against me again, I wrap one leg, then the other, around his hips. His kiss deepens, our tongues deliciously mingling. I nibble at his, and he groans. He cups my ass and rocks his hips against my pelvis. I lift myself off the table and latch my legs around him. He pulls his mouth away from mine, only to trail it down my neck, licking and sucking me softly in the most delicious way. His hands under my ass trail up in between my thighs. Through the light fabric of my leggings, he teases me. I moan loudly and bury my face in his neck.

He sets me back on the table, unfastens my apron, and lifts it off me, pulling my T-shirt up at the same time. I arch my back. He lowers his mouth to tease my nipple through the lace of my bra. A shot of pleasure sears between my legs and I moan. He pushes me gently down on the table, pulls the cup of my bra down, and sucks on me.

“Oh, my god, yes,” I whimper. I run my fingers through his thick hair, nudging him to keep going. I can’t believe he is doing this to me. Here. Now. He looks at me with hooded eyelids.

I’ve never been so wanted, so desired.

“Oh, fuck, Alexandra. We better stop.”

I take one last inhale of his skin, his hair. He pulls me up with him, and as he straightens himself, I let my mouth trail down his neck, to the spot that pulses when he talks. I lick and suck on it gently, claiming it as mine.

For now.

He pulls my T-shirt back down and molds my breasts with his hands. “You make me crazy, Alexandra.” I’m hot and wet between my legs, and if he keeps talking to me like that, there is a strong possibility I will orgasm to the sound of his voice. “But you still haven’t said what you want from me, beautiful.”

“Whatever you give me, I just don’t want you to stop.”

nineteen

Christopher

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