Page 87 of Eight Steps to Alpha

Her legs spread instinctively and wrapped around his waist, and soon her back was pressed against the wall. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he said.

Her throat tightened, but she somehow managed to squeak out a laugh. “You’ve imagined me?”

He nodded, a sexy smile transforming his features. “More than once.”

“I—“ She tangled her fingers in his hair, sure she wasn’t breathing properly. “I—“

But she wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say. All she knew was that she wanted him, needed him, and if he didn’t kiss her soon she might explode. She let her head lull backward, shamelessly pressing her pelvis against his stomach. She hadn’t said anything more than “I”, yet he understood everything she wanted. Everything she needed.

His fingers tightening on her thighs, his lips at the sensitive skin of her neck, and she knew without a doubt that this wasn’t a mistake. This felt too good, to perfect, too comfortable for it to be wrong.

He soon began peppering soft kisses along her throat, and every last bit of doubt was removed from her mind. She needed this. They needed this. “God, that feels good,” she whispered to no one in particular, but the words were barely audible, because his mouth was right there, breathing hot against her lips.

Without words, he was asking for her to open to him. Coaxing her mouth open with the tip of his tongue. With every fiber of her being she was at his mercy. Every part of her, every inch.

Her mouth opened, and his tongue, velvety soft, pushed inside of hers. He spun around, his lips moving down her neck as he lowered her to the bed. He knelt above her, his chest heaving, as his eyes warmed her insides like a bonfire.

Taking hold of each side of his shirt, she sat up, pulling hard until buttons flew in every direction. His eyebrows shot up, but a slow, easy grin played against his mouth.

She wasn’t sure if she’d shocked him in into silence, or if he was quiet on purpose, but he didn’t say anything at all. He was enjoying the moment, possibly as much as she was.

Not having planned this far ahead, her stomach began to flutter, and her eyes dipped to his bare chest. For the first time since she’d met him, there was no need to look away. Tonight, he was all hers, and she would get her fill of him. She would enjoy every touch, every kiss, and every moment. She’d always found him attractive, but she realized now that his body was everything she loved in a man. It was big, and strong, though not overly pretentious. His muscles were large, firm, and sculpted, yet still real and functional and human.

She ran her hand down his stomach, tracing the line that led to his happy trail. Her fingers settled on the button at his waist before she glanced up at his face

His expression was hesitant…almost—painful.

She continued with her task, almost giddy knowing she affected him so much. Slowly and deliberately, she unbuttoned his pants, slipping her hand into his boxers, and held him in her hand.

His eyes flew open, meeting her face as she stared at him in disbelief.

“Whoa,” she breathy whispered.

His mouth set in a straight line as he seemed to assess her reaction. “Is that a good whoa or a bad whoa?”

She blinked a couple times, because he was much larger than she’d ever been with before. Much larger. “Good—I—I think.”

“You think?” he said, gently pushing her back with a smile, until her shoulder hit the mattress again.

She grinned at him, tilting her head to the side. “I’ll tell you in a couple of minutes.”

He pulled at his shirtsleeves, discarding the crumpled fabric to the floor, then settled once again between her thighs. “Baby, if you think this is only going to take a couple of minutes, you’re doing it wrong.”

She held back as smile, not for the first time thinking he was the most adorable person she’d ever met. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said against her mouth.

Unable to resist him any longer, she fisted her hand in his hair and pulled his lips firmly to her mouth. He kissed her fiercely, with pressure, and tongue, and teeth, and she cried out at the pleasure of it. Her hands trailed down his back, taking in each muscle and curve of his body, until she found the top of his pants and pushed them down his thighs.

She couldn’t explain the need to be closer to him, skin to skin, body against body… and it couldn’t happen fast enough. Soon, his pants were in a pile on the floor, and she began working on her bra. He stopped her. His hands flattening over hers in an attempt to slow her pace. “Shhhh…” he whispered against her neck. “Shhhhh… Why the rush?”

Tears of passion spilled from her eyes, and she lulled her head back, allowing him better access to her throat. “I need you. I wan—“ But his finger settled on her mouth, preventing her from saying another word.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered.

But it wasn’t just words. It was a promise. He rolled to his back, taking her with him, until her legs were straddling his waist. “We have all night.”

His fingers inched over her hips, her back, until he unfastened her bra, slowly dragging the straps down her shoulders. “Besides,” he said with a wry smile. “It’s my job to take your clothes off, not yours.”

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