Page 23 of Such a Sweet Girl

‘Alexander...’

‘Call me Alex,’ he said, abandoning the spatula in the bowl and taking a step closer to me.

‘If you’ll call me Frankie.’ My parents had always detested me trying to shorten my name.

‘Frankie,’ he said with a smile. Hearing my voice on his lips, with that panty-melting English accent, had me holding onto the counter for dear life. Good lord. I wanted to launch myself at him like a prey animal, rip his clothes off and eat him up.

‘Alex.’

Closing the space between us, he slid a hand on to my jaw, tipping my face to his. ‘I’m losing the battle.’

Warmth spread from his touch, my lips parting as I wet them.

‘What battle?’ I whispered.

‘The battle to be good. To restrain myself from taking you right here, right now. I promised you I wouldn’t, but I’m a fucking liar. I want you more than I’ve wanted a single thing in the entirety of my existence.’

Holy shit. His words seeped into me and drained any sensible thought from me. It all pooled between my thighs.

‘Fuck the battle.’ I stood on my toes and captured his mouth with a breathy moan. His kiss struck like the first rain hitting parched land, when the ground is so dry that it washes over it with destructive force. Alex flooded my senses with aching desire. Delicate strokes of his tongue gave way to increasingly heated ones, our groans mingling in a cacophony of pent up need.

With trembling fingers, I pulled him to me, threading them into his dark hair to take more of his delightful lips. Just kissing wasn’t enough. I needed more. So much more.

‘I need to be inside you,’ Alex demanded in a gruff plea. ‘I can be gentle.’

‘If you hold back, I’ll take that spatula to you myself.’

Alex laughed before turning me away from him. I expected him to haul up my skirt and have at it, but he undid the strings of my apron before pulling my dress up over.

‘Hands on the counter.’

I followed his command, lemon zest and spilt flour between my fingers.

‘I want to be inside you so badly that it actually hurts, but you deserve better than a quickie over the counter. I want you to be shaking and begging by the time I give you my cock.’

‘I need it now.’

Hot lips grazed the back of my neck as Alexander popped my bra, sliding it down my arms. It lay against the counter, caught on my hands, but I daren't move them.

‘You think you need it now? I’ll show you true need, baby.’

The graze of his stubble on my shoulder sent tingles shooting through me, hyperaware of his every movement. Fingertips brushed up my side, lips caressing my neck as I tilted it to accommodate him.

‘You are so fucking beautiful,’ he groaned, pressing the length of his body against my back as one of his hands wrappedmy throat. I bit my lip, my breath hitching at the tightness of his fingers. The hardness pressing against my back became impossible to ignore, and I ground back against him with greedy abandon, determined to make him cave and give me what I needed.

‘Tsk. Tsk.’

I squealed when he bit my neck, the pain both surprising and making my knees buckle. ‘You bit me!’

‘Because you’re fucking delicious. I can’t help it. I needed to taste you.’

‘There are better ways to taste me,’ I moaned as he slid a hand down into my panties, circling the centre of my desire.

‘Are you asking me to lick your pretty cunt, Frankie?’

Cheeks heating, I nodded.

‘Dirty girl. Say it.’ With his teasing of my clit, I wasn’t sure I could string a sentence together.

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