Page 23 of Claim Her

I lean forward to sink my tongue in her hot mouth, swallowing every whimper and mewling.

“Alec, oh God. I’m coming.”

Her lips part in unsteady inhales, her eyes snapping shut. I don’t even have to wait long to follow her to the edge because my climax begins to crest right after hers, my orgasm knocking the breath out of me.

With me still inside of her, I slip out of my pants and wrap my arms around her limp body, carrying her with me to the shower. When I set her on her feet, she grips my arms, her legs like wet noodles.

I smile inwardly.

I did that to her. I made her come apart in my arms.

My original plan was to clean us both, but seeing her naked body under the shower has my cock roaring to attention … again. When it stirs against her thighs, she looks up at me and smiles. “So soon, Alec?”

I laugh softly and continue soaping her neck and breasts, trying to ignore how my loins tighten. “Nope. Let’s ignore it for now.”

Zara, even after coming twice, has a devious glint in her eyes, and I brace my hands on the tiled walls above her head, groaning when she begins stroking me and teasing the tip against her clit.

Before I know it, I’m fucking her in the shower, flattening her against the wall with my hips.

My hand lightly wraps around her neck, pulling her to me to bruise her mouth with the force of mine. It takes no more than ten minutes before we both come.

“Will you stay the night, baby?”

She smiles and leans forward to lick my lips. “There’s nothing you can do to make me leave right now.”

When she dozes off in my arms an hour later, tucked on my side, her leg on top of mine, I realize something. Without lust fogging my brain, I know for a fact that I don’t want a life without her. Possessive feelings curl in my gut whenever I think of her with anyone except me.

It’s not just because she’s a walking wet dream. It’s because I like spending time with her. Even with my brothers, my limit is six hours. I spend that time with them, and then I get exhausted with their company. With Zara, it’s not like that.

The thought of coming home to her after a long day lifts whatever burdens I carry.

Seeing her standing in the doorway with a smile chases away the darkness. Every problem melts away … even temporarily.

I don’t know how long this happiness will last, but I’ll take whatever I can get.

12

ZARA

I didn’t know what people meant when they said, “I’m so happy, I could die.”

Now I do. It’s like the universe has aligned everything in my life—my career, my family, and now, Alec. If someone pours a cup of coffee on my white shirt, steps on my toes, or even if the elevator never works ever again, none of that can make me any less happy.

Everything about last night has me blushing from head to toe. I never thought Alec was the type to go all caveman in bed, but now… Well, let’s say I’m more than happy to accommodate him. He’s too proper and polite and kind, and him going savage and turning into some foul-mouthed guy is … thrilling and exciting.

I feel like I chose well.

A man who’s not only gentle and caring outside the bedroom, but can also make me wet without even touching me.

Best of both worlds, I guess.

The warmth of morning sunlight dances on my skin, and no matter how tempting it is to stay in bed, I need to get up and make breakfast. My stomach commands me so.

With a soft sigh, I stretch my limbs. The smooth, cool fabric of Alec’s luxurious silk bed sheets glide against me, and all I wanna do is bury myself beneath the layers.

Damn. I need to buy something like this. My cotton sheets don’t feel as comfy.

With an internal groan, I finally rise from the bed, stealing a glance at the sleeping Greek god beside me. I reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, extra cautious of my light touch to avoid disturbing his peaceful slumber.

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