Page 14 of Theirs to Take

Alex slid her panties to the side, not bothering to take them off of her, and thrust into her body, filling her completely. “So good,” she moaned. His breath felt hot on her neck, and she realized that he was panting. Alex was holding back with her and that was the last thing she wanted him to do.

“Give me all of you, Alex,” she insisted. “I can handle whatever you’re planning to do to me.”

“I’m afraid that I’ll hurt you,” he admitted. He was a lot bigger than she was, but she knew that he wouldn’t take things too far.

“I trust you,” she admitted. “I know I have no reason to, but I do. Please,” she begged. Alex pulled out and slammed back into her pussy, pressing her against the wall. She felt like he would take her breath every time he slammed back into her, and she was sure that she’d be wearing his handprints on her thighs in the morning. Nothing about him was sweet or gentle. Alex took from her just as she asked him to and gave her so much more inreturn. She found her release, shouting out his name as he used her body, pressing her against the hard wall, riding out his own orgasm. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. He was perfect—they were perfect together.

“That was,” he breathed, pausing to find the right word.

“Perfect,” she finished for him.

“Yes,” he whispered. He pulled free from her body and lifted her into his arms, carrying her back to the shower, and turned it on. She cuddled into his chest as they stood like that, waiting for the water to heat up.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked. He sounded like he was pained and that was the last thing she wanted him to feel after what they had just done.

“Not at all,” she said. “I loved it, Alex. I like things a little rough. I never had it that way before, but with you, it feels real—as if it’s the way things should be. I loved every second of what we just did, and I wouldn’t have changed any of it.”

Alex gently kissed her forehead and she leaned into him. “I don’t want to jinx things between us,” he whispered, “but, I think you might be the perfect woman for me, Nova.”

“Luckily for you, I don’t believe in jinxes, Alex,” she said. He opened the glass shower door and stepped into the hot spray of water with her. He let Nova slide down his body so that she was standing in front of him. Alex grabbed the body wash and soaped up her body, making her feel alive and on fire all at once. What was it about this man that just one simple act or touch had her panting with need?

After he finished with her body, he grabbed the shampoo and worked it through her shoulder-length hair, gently massaging her scalp. She moaned at how good his fingers felt working their way through her hair.

“That feels so good,” she groaned. He gently pushed her back into the spray of the shower, letting the shampoo wash down herback. As soon as he finished with her, he lathered up his body and quickly washed his hair.

“Let’s get you dried off and into bed,” he ordered. Nova wanted to protest that she wanted to play some more, suddenly feeling more needy than tired, but she could tell that he wouldn’t agree to that.

“We have a busy day tomorrow,” he said. “I hear that your boss is a real slave driver and I’m sure you will need to get at least a few hours of sleep before heading into the office.”

“Well, when you put it like that, I guess you’re right, boss,” she teased. He turned off the water, grabbed a white fluffy towel from the heated towel rack, and wrapped it around her body. Alex pulled down another towel and wrapped it around his waist.

“Let me help you out,” he said, opening the door while holding her hand so that she could step out of the shower.

“Thank you,” she said. He grabbed her town and quickly dried her body, wrapping it around her head to let her damp hair dry. “Do you by chance have a blow dryer?” she asked. If she didn’t dry her curly hair, she’d be a frizzy mess by the morning. “I left mine back at my place.”

“Under the bathroom sink,” he said. She took the towel off of her head and wrapped it around her body for warmth and grabbed the blow dryer from the cabinet.

“Here,” he said, taking the blow dryer and brush from her. “Let me.”

“You don’t have to dry my hair, Alex,” she insisted.

“I know that I don’t, but I like taking care of you, Nova,” he admitted. She had to admit, she had never been a pampered woman, but she could get used to being taken care of like this.

“I’m glad that you talked me into staying with you, Alex,” she admitted.

“I’m glad you agreed, and I didn’t have to kidnap you, Nova,” he said. He sounded as if he might be teasing her, but she was pretty sure that he meant it. Alex would have no problems kidnapping her to get his way. Sure, that thought should have her running for the hills, but it didn’t.

He dried her hair and it looked better than it usually did every morning that she attempted to tame her curls. “I like your hair curly,” he admitted. She liked it too, but she never thought that she looked professional with her hair that way. Simon was constantly telling her to straighten her hair so that she looked like she belonged in his office. She believed that little lie too, but that was on her. Simon had brainwashed her into believing so many things that weren’t true—the first being that he loved her. He was incapable of loving anyone except himself. That was one of the reasons why she had to work to get her son away from him. He’d grown up never knowing love and that broke her heart. It’s why she told Jack that she loved him about a million times in the twenty-four hours that she got to see him every week.

“I wear it straight because I worried that it didn’t look professional this way,” she admitted.

“Well, I think it looks very professional—and sexy,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows at her, causing her to laugh. “You ready to get some sleep?” he asked, holding his hand out to her.

“Yeah, I just need a minute to brush my teeth and find some pajamas,” she said.

“I’m fine with you brushing your teeth—just no pajamas,” he insisted.

“I’ll freeze,” she said.

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