Page 149 of South Beach Bodyguards

“Don’t you care that someone might be looking for him, and is worried?”

“Sure. I have sympathy for anyone missing someone.” There was a hell of a lot of truth to that.

Alejandro realized the undertone and snorted, rolling his eyes. It shattered the mood.

“But like I said, what am I supposed to do?” I asked. I felt defensive about the cat. The way I did about Max.

Damn it, I hated the low-level tension that raced along the edges of everything we did and said. Max was the white elephant in the room and trying to have an intimate relationship with that ominous shadow over us was putting me on edge, even in the best moments. This was why I hadn’t wanted to have sex with Alejandro. This was why I had wanted him to go to the fertility clinic and keep it clinical, efficient.

This was messy.

But would I give it back now if I could? I seriously doubted it. There was something too electric between us. Too amazing.

There was a giant unspoken question between us but neither of us broke the silence with the words that would destroy everything. I knew what he was thinking, even though his expression was enigmatic. Would I be with Max if he reappeared?

It wasn’t a fair question to ask though and that’s why I was relieved he didn’t. I couldn’t answer that. Not when I didn’t know if it would ever be reality or not.

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked. “I’m going to go to the store.”

“You,” he said gruffly, running his hand down my cheek. “That’s all I want.”

“You’re going to get awfully hungry then,” I said lightly, trying to ease the tension thick between us.

Alejandro shook his head. “I’m already hungry. I’ve been starving for a decade.”

When he looked at me like that… arousal surged inside me, volcanic, urgent and hot and unexpected. “I want you to fuck me,” I said, the words bursting out before I even fully knew I was thinking them.

Sex made everything else go away. It was just him and me.

He didn’t answer me. He just took my shoulders and turned me quickly, shoving me against the wall. The movement spun my head and robbed me of breath. He had my sundress up around my stomach in a heartbeat and he tore off my panties by simply ripping the waistband so that they started a slow slide down my hips. Settling my calf on his hip he surged into me without a second wasted.

There against the ancient aqua tile of my retro kitchen he gave me what I wanted, over and over, a hard, fast pounding that overpowered all our wary side-stepping of unspoken truths. It was easier to focus on the ecstasy of the slick passage he took relentlessly. Our language was lust. We spoke with sex.

What was he telling me? I forced myself to keep my eyes open, to study his expression, his shuttered eyes.

His eyes spoke the words we never could—that I was his. That to him, I had always been his. And that by submitting to him, by taking the pleasure and the love he gave me, I owned that. Admitted I was his.

It was that thought that had me crying out, paired as it was with the deep thrust of his cock, lifting me up onto my toes with each push. I came hard, digging my nails into his shoulders, needing a grip. An anchor.

That was how it was with Alejandro. He destroyed me. But he was the one person in my life who would always be there to hold me up.

I could fall in love with him.

I wondered if I half had already.

He exploded inside me, his jaw clenched, expression fierce.

When he had slowed, he cupped my cheeks and kissed me. “What else do you need me to do for you today?” he asked softly, gently, like he hadn’t just taken me hard against the wall. As if he wasn’t even now still buried inside me, his warm seed tangling with my own moisture.

I shook my head, laughing breathlessly. “You’ve done plenty.”

“Give you a baby?”

My breath caught. “Not today.”

Alejandro seemed less than pleased with my answer. He pulled back, giving a sigh when our sticky bodies disengaged. “Let me know when you want it again. I’m here.”

His words seemed mocking, but his tone was easy, casual. Like he was offering me a taste of his dessert. You want another one? No? Are you sure?

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