Page 54 of Courting Danger

I followed until I was standing over the couch, staring down at Alex’s prone form.

“Everything went better than I expected. When Valente grabbed Ghita, I thought we might be in trouble. I’m glad she managed to stay so calm.”

Dark eyes looked up at me, bright as beetle shells. “She trusts me.” Alex propped himself up on his elbows and tipped his head to the side so his shoulder-length hair fell dramatically over the side of his face. “Do you?”

“Do I trust you?” I repeated. I pretended to think for a moment, hemming and hawing over the question like it was a difficult math problem I couldn’t possibly solve.

Alex slapped my leg, careful not to hit my bad knee. “Asshole.”

Unable to help myself any longer, I joined Alex on the couch, kneeling over the other man and pinning his wrists to the cushions. “Yes. I trust you.”

“Enough to stay?” One of Alex’s legs wrapped around my hip. “Even though my life’s not in danger anymore?”

I laughed and buried my face in Alex’s neck to stifle the noise. “I doubt this is the last time someone is going to try and kill you. You have a bad habit of pissing people off.” My laughter died down and I raised my head to look Alex in the eye, close enough to see flecks of green within the black. “But yes, I’ll stay. So long as you keep your promise.”

Alex’s previous vow, that I would never have to harm another child, hung wordlessly between us.

Both of Alex’s hands gripped the sides of my head and pulled me closer. “Of course.” He pressed our lips together briefly. “And you have permission to smack me if I ever break that promise.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, and we stayed locked together for several minutes. It was a slow, gentle exchange, broken only when Alex suddenly flipped us over so I lay below him.

“All right, enough serious talk. I’m tired of being so boring.”

“If you call poisoning a room full of your own relatives boring, I don’t want to know what you call exciting.”

But I already had an answer to that as Alex started undoing the buttons of my shirt.

We quickly stripped off all our clothes, not in the mood for taking things slow. However, as I tried to reposition us, Alex shoved me back down onto the couch.

“Nope. You stay right there. It’s my turn.”

It was a large couch, but still not big enough to accommodate both Alex and I. One of my legs hung over the edge of the cushion to rest on the floor, and my head pressed against the couch’s arm. Yet, I wouldn’t trade my position for anything as Alex spread my legs and slithered between.

The other man even took a moment to press a kiss to the scar on my knee before rutting our hips together in a pleasant exchange of friction.

The arousal that built under my skin felt lighter and more playful than usual. Like champagne bubbles traveling through my veins.

I almost didn’t realize what was happening until Alex was reaching down to press one slicked finger inside me. Only when I felt the breach of my body did it hit me. I couldn’t remember the last time I took this position during sex. Due to my size, and general demeanor, people usually assumed I’d want to be in charge.

Yet, Alex didn’t even hesitate before claiming ownership of my body. One finger was immediately followed by a second, and they worked together to probe and stretch me in a way that few people had ever been brave enough to do before.

To be on the receiving end of that confidence was enough to leave me moaning, even before Alex’s fingers struck against my deepest pleasure spot.

The two feelings together had me digging my nails into the cushions to keep from coming on the spot.

“Ready so soon,” Alex teased, though his fingers never stopped moving. “You must be eager.”

Pulling his fingers out of me, Alex sat back on his ankles and just admired me for a moment.

I tried not to squirm at the feeling of being so closely observed. I was forty-two, damn it. Far too old to feel like a blushing virgin.

“Get on with it already.”

Shaking his head and clicking his tongue like a stern librarian, Alex ran one hand up my stomach, mapping the peaks and valleys of my muscles.

“Patience. Isn’t that the lesson you taught me last time? But, I guess you have earned it. Saving my life so many times. You deserve a reward.”

Alex’s hand trailed back down until he found my cock, giving the shaft a few light strokes. The gesture obviously wasn’t meant to achieve anything. It felt more like a greeting to get my attention.

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