Page 3 of Her Grumpy Alpha

I like him, I realized as I felt the deep magnetic pull dragging us together. I like him a lot.

He must have been thinking the same thing because I could almost breathe in the change in the atmosphere. I could almost sense the desire dripping off of him.

And then, suddenly, his lips were on mine.

It was a tender and unexpected kiss, a rush of emotions and desires that neither of us could deny any longer. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist, and there was only James and me, connected in a way that we had both been trying to dance around all evening long.

My initial shock gave way to a sweet surrender as our lips moved together with an urgency born of desire and longing. His hands found their way to my waist, and my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, as if a silent confession of the feelings we had been holding back.

I’d been attracted to James ever since he was a mysterious shadowy figure on the beach, and now that was coming to fruition. It felt a million times better than I thought it would. I was a little worried that my heart might explode out of my chest because it was pounding so hard.

When we finally pulled away, we were both breathless and wide-eyed, our foreheads touching as we shared a moment of mutual desire. It was as if our hearts had finally caught up with our passions, and we knew we couldn’t keep away from one another any longer.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night long,” James whispered, his voice raw with emotion. I could only nod, still trying to catch my breath. “Should we go to my room? It’s just in there.”

As much as I didn’t really want to move from that spot because it was magical and sizzling with electricity, I was actually pretty sure that was all him, so I ended up agreeing. I supposed it wouldn’t be the wisest idea to succumb to our passions outside, where we risked getting caught, so I slipped my hand into his and allowed him to lead me inside.

It was still very loud inside the building, but there was such a buzzing in my ears that I could hardly hear anything. James walked with purpose toward the elevator, silently letting me know he was just as caught up in this as I was. Thankfully, there was no one else in the elevator as we stepped inside because there was no way we could keep our hands off of one another. Kissing had only unlocked our desires and made them unmanageable.

I was utterly breathless and likely a big mess as we finally reached James’ floor, but I just didn’t care. I kept thinking about my friend’s words, how this was a holiday romance, an opportunity of a lifetime, and I didn’t want to mess it up.

I would never find another man as hot as James. I needed him.

As soon as we fell into his room, with the door clicking shut behind us, the kissing resumed. Only this time, I reached out and deliberately, unbuttoned his shirt, allowing the fabric to fall away, revealing his muscular chest. James’ hands ran along my sides, tracing the curve of my hips before sliding upward, grasping me firmly and pulling me against him.

As James caressed my cheekbone, our lips met tenderly, then passionately once more. Our tongues danced against one another, exploring every nook and cranny of each other’s mouths. It was truly wild, and I honestly felt a little insane as I fell back a little onto the couch, inviting him closer to me. I needed to feel all of him.

I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me close, and I melted into his embrace. With an erotic grace, James started tugging up my dress, slowly revealing my supple curves. My heart pounded wildly, my skin flooded with anticipation. As the garment fell to the floor, James’ eyes blazed with intense appreciation. I found myself returning his gaze with equal fervor as we both savored the moment.

Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, seeking and finding hidden treasures that only heightened our desire. Every touch, every kiss, left us both yearning for more. As we continued to explore each other’s bodies, our breathing became more labored, each movement becoming more urgent.

I arched my back, pressing my breasts against James’ chest, my nipples hardening against his chest hair. I moaned softly, a mix of anticipation and arousal consuming me. His hands roamed down my back, and he cupped my rear end, drawing me even closer. His fingers teased my entrance, causing me to gasp and squirm beneath him.

“Please,” I whispered, my need evident in my pleading tone.

James smiled, his eyes glinting with a newfound determination. Pleasure ricocheted across his face as he finally tugged my lacy panties down and he lightly stroked my soaking wet slit. The feel of his rough fingers against my softness was electrifying. I didn’t even recognize the sounds flying out of my mouth as he stroked my hypersensitive clit.

“Fuck, James,” I rasped as I gripped so tightly onto him that I was sure my nails were digging into his skin. Not that he seemed to mind. James looked as lost in this glorious moment as I was. He alternated between tracing the most phenomenal feeling patterns all over my most sensitive nub to plunging his fingers deep inside me, massaging my cavern.

“So hot,” he groaned, his words tickling my ears. “So wet for me. Fucking hell, Sadie.”

I could feel his rock-hard cock almost bursting out of his boxers. He needed to be freed from his material prison, and I was the only one who could do it. My eager fingers were trembling as I dipped my hand just underneath the waistband of his boxers. Lightly grazing against his thick, throbbing erection made us both twitch with need. I was practically writhing with desire.

“Fuck me, James,” I pleaded because I could hardly take it any longer. “I need you.”

“Oh yeah?” His smirk grew wider. I could tell he was pleased with himself, but something about that only turned me on even more. “Well, luckily for you, you have me.”

Slowly, he lowered himself onto me, aligning our bodies perfectly. I gasped as he pressed his erection against me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my core. His face contorted with intensity as he slid those boxers down, finally giving himself over to me. James plunged into me, claiming me completely. I threw my head back, my cries echoing throughout the room, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me.

James groaned, feeling the tightness of my muscles clenching around him. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through both of us, and our hearts raced with the intensity of our connection.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails leaving indents in his skin as I held on tightly. My breathing came in ragged gasps, my body tensing and relaxing with each movement. James held me close, kissing me deeply, swallowing my cries of ecstasy as he continued to thrust into me, making me feel everything all at once.

The sensation of being taken by him ignited something primal within me, leaving me wanting more. Our movements became faster, more frantic, our passion reaching its peak.

I felt the heat of our bodies rise, the air in the room thick with the scent of our ardor. My teeth bit into James’ shoulder as he growled with pleasure. My breath hitched, my body tensed as the wave of climax approached.

And then I fell.

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