Page 63 of Forbidden Hearts

We spent a few hours this morning shopping for groceries, then a few more hours cooking and prepping the meals. Time flew by fast, and before I knew it, the meals were done. It helped that Alonzo knows his way around a kitchen.

“Well, we have a few hours to ourselves before you need to pick up Isabella,” Alonzo says as we cycle through the TV channels. “Netflix and chill?”

A giggle escapes my lips. It’s weird hearing a man like him use that phrase.

“What’s so funny?” Alonzo asks with a smile. He leans behind my ear, the ridge of his nose caressing the shell of my ear. His warm breath behind my neck sends warm shivers down my spine.

“Nothing,” I say, melting under his warmth. “It’s just that I need to shower before I head out.”

“I’ll join you. I’ll scrub the filth out of you, Ms. Walker.”

Before I can pretend to protest, he grabs my hand and leads me to the shower.

“Wait, I haven’t picked out my clothes,” I say, pulling from his iron grip, but it’s no use. His fingers are tight around my wrist.

“Who needs clothes?”

Our clothes litter the restroom floor a few minutes later, leaving a trailer to the shower. Warm water falls on the back of my neck, wrapping around the front of my body, where Alonzo’s face is buried in my chest.

He licks my nipples, going from one to the other, hardening them and sucking them deeper. His arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Alex,” he says, looking up at me. “Where have you been all my life?”

My face reddens.

“Here,” I say, feeling butterflies in my stomach and longing for all of him.

There are way too many moments like these when his words melt my heart, and I have to remind myself that this is just a fling for him. As soon as the semester is over, it will all come to an end. He will find a different girl to sweet talk next semester.

Then stop this,my rational voice says.Put an end to it before you fall…

A moan escapes my lips when Alonzo inserts two fingers inside me. I’m already wet—and not just from the shower—that his fingers slide right into place. He slides them in until he finds my G-spot and rubs it in slow, circular motions. He puts his face between my thighs, his hot tongue swirls on my clit in rhythm with his fingers in my G-spot.

My breath stills at his touch. How can I ever give up something like this?

I have never met anybody who makes me feel this way. It’s not just about sexual pleasure. It’s the fact that Alonzowantsto pleasure me. Sex with my previous hookups and relationships revolved around the guys feeling all the pleasure, often leaving me sexually frustrated.

But I learned almost immediately that Alonzo was different. I orgasm and come every time I’m with him. Sure, he has more experience than men my age, but it’s more than that. Alonzo cares and pays attention to things that turn me on and things that don’t work for me. And he genuinely seems to get turned on by my pleasure.

“Fuck, Alonzo,” I moan.

He growls in response, putting more pressure on my clit. I arch my back, digging my fingers into his wet hair and pressing him deeper into me. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Never,mi cielo,” he says between hot grunts.

Mi cielo.

Alonzo sometimes swears in Spanish during sex. I usually don’t understand what he’s saying, but this time I do. It’s a phrase I remember from high school Spanish class.Mi cielomeansmy sky.

Warmth pools in my lower stomach, and it only gets hotter when I look down and find his dark eyes looking into mine with such fire behind them that my extremities tingle in anticipation of release.

And then he stops.

He kisses my thighs and trails a path of hot kisses up my stomach and chest, until he is towering over me. Without warning, he turns me around and pushes me against the shower wall. My hands are on the cold wall, but the rest of my body is warm and burning for him.

“Fuck,” he says, grabbing my ass with both hands and squeezing them as if his life depended on it. He releases one butt cheek, and suddenly a sharp pain causes me to arch my back. He spanks the butt cheek a second time, causing hot fire to course through my body. “Fuck, I could worship this ass all day.”

“Well, you have thirty minutes tops,” I tease. I’m so choked up on pleasure that I can hardly speak.

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