Page 19 of Twenty Years Later

"Don't want what?" Now he really looked bewildered.

I sat up so I could see him better, and I finally said the words that I wanted to say. "I want to feel you inside me."

His face... wow, his face looked like he might shatter. "Are you sure?" he said, his usually confident voice a little shaky.

"Yes. Please. Like now."

That blaze in his eyes scorched me for a long moment until he moved off the bed and started looking around.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Looking for my pants, my wallet, for protection."

I stopped him, though. "Wait, Alex, I'm on the pill." He paused to stare at me, and I continued, "And I don't have any ST—"

"Me neither," he interrupted, coming toward me with such a fierce look on his face that I couldn't draw a breath.

And then I really had trouble breathing as his lips closed in on mine in a red-hot kiss, like everything before had just been practice. The sizzling passion between us was almost overwhelming.

He paused to look into my eyes. "Say it again, sweet Jayda."

"Hmm?" I asked, confused.

"You know, what you said earlier."

My muddled brain had trouble processing his request. Was he talking about being on the pill? But then I realized what he wanted to hear, and I smiled. "What?"

He growled and tickled my stomach. "You know damn well what I want to hear, you little seductress."

Between the tickles and his use of the word seductress, I couldn't stop giggling. That was so not the word to describe me.

I struggled to get away from him as we both rolled around laughing, our bodies tangled together. His hands were soon replaced by his mouth, tongue, and teeth nipping at me. And I ended up on top of him, straddling him, only the thin fabric of his boxers separating us.

Our smiles faded as the room somehow felt overheated all the sudden. Or maybe it was just me. Or maybe it was the intimacy of the position. Feeling a bit like the seductress he'd accused me of being, I wanted those boxers off. I wanted to seeallof him.

With shaky hands, I looked up at him and started to slowly remove his boxers. His stormy eyes blazed into mine. And I returned to staring at the sight in front of me as I pulled his boxers off completely.

Sweet mercy. This man.

My heart sped up at the thought of him,every inch of him, inside me. Kneeling down, I kissed my way up his hard length, relishing the taste and feel of him, his loud groan encouraging me. Savoring every moment, every sensation, I began to lick him while taking him into my hand, leisurely exploring him, his sounds telling me just how much he loved it, how much he wanted it.

"Jayda, please..."

"Hmm?" I hummed.

"Please stop torturing me."

I smiled as I crawled up over him, returning to my previous position, only this time with nothing separating us. Completely overcome with desire, I straddled his hips, beginning to rub myself against him, the electric sensation making me cry out. Not able to wait any longer, I decided to whisper those words he wanted to hear again.

"I want to feel you inside me," I said, staring into his eyes.

His body started to tremble along with mine as I guided him to my entrance, gradually settling down on him, feeling inch after blissful inch glide into me as we became one. When he was finally fully inside, he pushed his hips against me, and I gasped at the fullness, adjusting to his size.

We stared at each other, not moving for a long second, my mind whirling with the fever that was all Alex, all hot-blooded passion for this man filling me.

Letting out a shaky breath, I started to move, slowly at first, and Alex's eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down. I didn't know what was hotter, the look of sweet agony on his face or the way he suddenly grabbed my hands like he was holding on to a life raft.

In my mind, I couldn't believe this was happening. Alex, the boy I had crushed on for so long who had becomethis man, was inside me right now, making love to me with such sweetness and care I could never have imagined.

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