Page 12 of Tempting Alec

“Can’t we?” he rumbled, cutting off her protest.

Her fear was palpable, seeming to choke her with its thick fingers. Instead of pushing him away, her fingers betrayed a curiosity that had been building since their harried escape. She struggled with the waistband of his jeans until he reached between them to unbutton the fly, allowing his thick, hard cock to fully scape the confines of his jeans. His groan vibrated through the cold air, and something within her seemed to unfurl, hungry, and wanting—something he’d had a glimpse of that night when he’d used his flogger to take her to the edge of bliss.

“Grier,” he growled softly, as his hands found their way under her shirt, rough and warm.

The touch of his fingertips against her sensitive skin forced a cry from deep within her. It was madness, this conflagration of need amidst the shadows of the extreme danger they were still in. Not only did they need to make it out of Russia alive, but they also needed to uncover the mole or moles Grier had discovered. Alec’s hands moved lower, one pressing on her stomach to hold her in place while the other slid beneath her leggings, straight to the spot he wanted to touch the most.

His breath hitched as his fingers teased her, the heat of his skin and the roughness of his touch making her shiver beneath him. Alec had never felt so alive, so vulnerable, and so reckless. The thought of how dangerous this was only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment.

“Alec, we shouldn’t…” she murmured, the words catching in her throat.

“Is that a no, Grier?”

The primitive need that had taken hold of him wouldn’t be denied, and his body craved the connection that only she could give him.

Silence was his only answer.

“Then I’ll take that as a yes. Your safeword is ‘red.’”

He tugged her leggings down to her knees, exposing her sex to the cold Russian air, but he knew she wouldn’t feel it, not really. The heat between them burned bright and would keep them warm. As his fingers slipped deeper, his thumb now strumming against her clit, she arched into his touch, each movement drawing a low moan from her. It was clear that her resistance was waning, and Alec knew that the line between life and death had never felt so thin. The kisses between them became more fervent, interspersed with nips.

She’d left him in Chicago with no word or warning. A little bit of payback was in order.

He was on fire, every touch sending sparks skittering across his skin, igniting something primal within him. Something that had been lying in wait since he’d discovered she’d run off into the night. His jeans clung to him, a reminder of their reality, even as he lost himself to the sensations overwhelming his senses.

Alec splayed her labia, increasing the pressure and speed with which he played with her clit, before inserting two fingers deep inside her core and stroking, mimicking what he planned to do with his cock. She was tight, but her moan of pure pleasure told him she found the feeling as intoxicating as he did.

“Show me how you come, Grier. Show me how your body moves. Let me hear the sounds you make.”

Harder and faster he stroked her, curling his fingers up as he dragged them back. He gazed into her eyes, dark green pools reflecting back his own desire, as her body shuddered with a small release. The sounds she made might not have echoed through the wilderness around them, but they filled Alec’s mind with a sweet pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. In that moment, it wasn’t about anger or fear, it was about being alive, here and now, with her.

His cock was heavy in her hand, and she ran her fingers up and down its length, feeling the tension and the heat radiating from him. He was certain she could feel his urgency, the desperation behind her eyes as she watched him touch her only made him more aroused, more eager to satisfy this craving they shared.

Panting, her stare locked onto Alec’s eyes, dark and intense, the same eyes that wanted to watch her unravel. Her breath came out in ragged pulls, each one syncing with the erratic beats of his heart. Then his lips crashed against hers, raw and urgent.

“Alec,” she murmured against his mouth as the world exploded, feeling her body tense as if her own voice was a trigger. She shook against him, her body wracked with the pleasure sparking from his fingers up into her brain. She arched her back as his lips pressed into hers, but she was gone, lost to him and only him.

He didn’t think, didn’t question any of it as she came down. He tugged her closer, his hands shoving down his jeans with a swift movement. In the space of a heartbeat, he thrust up into her, joining their bodies, filling her completely as her pussy spasmed with need. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. It was just the two of them and this primal need neither could deny. Alec’s movements were sure and relentless, pounding into her with a rhythm that matched the hammering of his heart within his chest.

“Again, for me, Grier,” he breathed out, an order wrapped in velvet. His hand found its way to her still-vibrating clit, chasing another rush, another high. His name fell from her lips like a chant, spurring him on. “Come for me again.”

His hands slipped beneath her, grasping the globes of her ass roughly as he thrust into her, sparking bright spots of pleasure. Alec drove himself so deep inside of her, it was as if she became one with him.

The forest echoed with their primal cries as they surrendered to their raw desires. The danger they were in seemed to melt away, replaced by a fierce, all-consuming passion that left no room for fear or doubt. Her hands clung to him beneath his sweater and clawed at his back, desperate to pull him closer, her nails leaving trails of blood and lust.

Their bodies moved in a frenzy, their pace matching the wild beating of their hearts. Sweat glistened on their skin, mingling their scents into a heady cocktail. The cold walls of the night melted away under her touch, replaced by the fire that blazed between them.

Her pussy pulsed with each thrust, each gasping breath, each ragged moan. He was lost in the rhythm, in the fire that burned within their joined flesh and in the desire that coursed through his veins. She arched against him, her back bowing, as the sensations started to build into something that made his breath catch in his chest, as the base of his spine began to tingle, and the world narrowed down to a single pinpoint.

“Alec!” she gasped out his name once more, everything sharpening into vivid sensation as she clamped down around him, triggering his own release, his motions growing more frantic until he stilled, his release hot and sudden before he collapsed on top of her.

He lay there for a moment, savoring the pleasure before reality crashed back down on him. They weren’t out of danger, and she wasn’t a trained operative. She needed to rest. With a groan of regret, he withdrew from her and pulled their clothing back into place. Grier tried to pull away, but Alec prevented her from doing so. Spooning up against her back so she was between him and the fire, he soothed her with word and touch until, exhausted, she fell asleep.

Alec woke with a start, the morning light filtering through the dense canopy of trees above, casting dappled shadows across his makeshift bed of leaves and branches. He blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and instinctively reached for his weapon. His senses, honed by years of training and combat, were immediately on high alert. But the forest around him was still, the only sounds the distant chirping of birds and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

He turned his head and saw Grier sitting a few feet away, her back against the rough bark of a tree, her laptop balanced on her knees. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard as she pored over the data she had been working on. Alec watched her for a moment, the morning quiet broken only by the faint tapping of keys.

She hadn’t noticed he was awake. Alec could see the intensity in her eyes, the way she was completely absorbed in her work. It was a side of her he hadn’t fully appreciated before—the analyst, the thinker, the one who could see patterns and connections where others saw only chaos. He knew she was trying to piece together the identity of the mole, using every scrap of information she had. It was impressive, really. But it also worried him.

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