Page 12 of In His Arms

Alex finally loosened his grip on Jessica’s arm and followed Barbie to the door. He waited until after he closed it behind her to remark, “Care to tell me why you’re mad?”

“Because I want you!” Her voice raised a notch. “I don’t want to, but I do. Every time we get a chance to be together, something happens. I have an early shift tomorrow at the diner, and by the time my twelve hours are up, I’m going to be dead-tired. I can’t juggle a relationship—”

He paced the short distance between them and made her stumble backwards with the force of his lips on hers. The cool wall pressed against her back while his hands busied themselves underneath her shirt. She moaned into his mouth, his hot palms roaming the expanse of her stomach and she pulled him closer.

Hot, angry sex was better than no sex at all.

In one swift movement, Alex pulled her shirt over her head. Gently, he cupped her breasts. He tugged the lace of her bra aside and slid his finger over her nipples, flicking and rolling them with the rough pad of his thumb. She squirmed against the wall, clutching his biceps and silently begged for more. After several seconds of teasing, he finally lowered his mouth to her neck and she cried out.

“Alex, god, don’t stop.” Her hands slid through his silky hair, holding him to her.

One hand slid down her body then up her thigh to find her bare underneath the short skirt she wore. He groaned his approval against her.

His fingers explored her, sliding between the wet folds. Her legs fell limp under his touch, her muscles threatening to drop her body to the floor.

“Hold it.” He lifted his head. “You’re not going to give out on me now, are you?”

His fingers slid in and out of her tight channel while he watched the pleasure come over her body in a hazing glow. She clinched her muscles around him, trying to hold him still.

“Stop. It’s been a long time. I want your cock in me, and I want it now.” She fumbled for his zipper and freed his erection. So hot and hard. She wrapped her palm around him, squeezing slightly. Her hand slid down his length and then back to the tip where a light amount of moisture seeped out.

He braced both palms flat against the wall, one on each side of her head, to hold himself up. While she explored his body, he dropped his head to her shoulder and pressed kisses along her neck.

“I thought you said you wanted me inside you,” he remarked, sliding his hands down to her ass, lifting her up. “I can’t get inside you if you’re playing with me, sweetheart. Not that I’m complaining.” With a palm on each cheek of her ass, he lifted her to the correct height with his cock poised against her.

“I will be complaining if you don’t start moving.” She edged forward, sliding him inside her.

Inch by slow inch, she rocked her hips, each time sliding him deeper inside her body. His eyes dilated with pleasure. She gripped him in a tight vise, and his low groan was that of approval. Neither of them able to take the torture any longer, he finally slid home in one thrust. The penetration felt good, and she moaned to urge him on. He pulled out nearly all the way and then shoved back, over and over. The need to come became intense as his pace increased.

She was there.

In four quick thrusts, she plummeted over the edge. She held onto him while her body milked his orgasm with blinding force, surprising them both with the intensity. He leaned against her—panting and legs wobbly—while he made an effort to hold them both up.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. His lips grazed her neck, while her arms and legs wrapped around him. “Can we go to bed?”

She nodded, and he started to toe off his pants. Jessica giggled while he fumbled and nearly fell on his ass with her in his arms. Finally, he took her back to his room and laid her in the center of his bed.

She smiled while his gaze roamed over her body. Something unspoken lingered between them, and all anxiety faded. He took every inch of her exposed skin in, his smoldering eyes bold, yet soft as a lover’s caress. Her body pulsed with breathless excitement knowing she put that look of desire on his face— something she’d never felt before. He crawled across the bed and scooted between her thighs. This time, he took it sweet and slow, and she savored every ounce of pleasure he gave her. Alex pressed his mouth against her, working his way down to her stomach. His hands roamed and caressed each valley and peak, exploring every detail of her body.

“You’re so beautiful, Jess,” he said, hovering over her before he entered her again.

Her nails dug into his back while his mouth sought out hers. She welcomed each thrust, raising her hips to meet his. Agonizingly slow, he thrust his stiff cock inside her while his tongue mimicked the notion with hers.

She came in slow, sensual waves, allowing her body to feel what only this man could do. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he came hard and fast, pulling her with him. He was beautiful, and at that moment, she knew she loved him. There was no other definition for it. She’d loved him since the day he bought her the ring nearly eight years ago. She never really got over giving Alex up so many years ago, and hated the thought that she might have to do it again.

“You’re amazing.” He kissed her again before rolling her on top of him. “You look like a very happy, satisfied woman.” He brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

“I am. You make me happy.” And he did.

They laid together, limbs wrapped around each other, with only a thin sheet clinging to their sweaty bodies. Jessica listened to the steady beating of his heart beneath her ear, loving the sense of security he’d brought into her world. Alex was real, when for so long, everything seemed fake. Fake happiness in New York, fake comfort coming back home—she didn’t realize in all her years of searching, Alex was what she sought.

He lay next to her, satisfied and content, holding her tightly to him. A lump of emotion clogged her throat. Did they have a future? Was she more than a warm body to him? She felt more than that with him, but the past proved just because she felt something didn’t mean he did.

It’s just really great sex, Jessica. Stop analyzing a near perfect moment.

Though, as she thought it, she couldn’t help whispering, “I love you,” afterward.

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