Page 58 of My Kind of Trouble
Suddenly, like he could sense her spiralling inside her own head, Alex’s hands brushed against the skin at her collar bone, then her chin was locked between his fingers and being lifted to look at him.
‘Use your words, Trouble. Tell me what you want.’
That name that she once hated she now didn’t want him to call her anything else.
‘I want you. Like, really want you.’
He made no move to take what she was willing to give, but his eyes darkened. That wasn’t just a saying she read in one of her books anymore, she actually saw it. The blacks bleeding into those amber irises, until all that was left was unmistakable, raw desire. It was clear that no one had ever looked at her that way until right now, because, before that, Noa had just thought they were pretty words on pages. No.
Sizzling heat smouldered between them. So much lust and need. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Not three months ago, Noa thought Alex was a walking red flag, but right now all she could see was fifty shades of green. She wanted him more than she had wanted anyone, and she had just laid that bare for him.
‘It’s been a long day, Noa. I’m going to need you to be a little bit clearer.’
The challenge in his words that would have usually made her feel shy and retreat, just made her bold. She had never been so sure of anything, and if he needed her to prove that, then she wouldn’t waste another second.
Before she could second guess herself, she fisted her hands in his shirt, pulling him toward her. She kissed him tentatively, at first, but he returned it in spades. He grabbed the flesh of herhips, sending jolts of pleasure to her core and he spun them, pushing her against the door. With one hand travelling up her body to cup her cheek and the other resting on the wall next to her head on the wall, he boxed her in, pulling away for a second before he dove straight back in, his lips crashing against hers.
The kiss turned desperate, like they were running out of time for something, but she wasn’t sure what. A delicious heat coiled between her legs and pooled there. She had never felt this turned on in her life, and all he had done was kiss her. His mouth slowly let-up from her lips, travelling toward her ear, then her pulse point, nibbling as he went. His breath was hot against her skin, yet it left goose bumps in its wake. She let out a moan, and it seemed to spur him on to continue his assault on her senses. Their bodies were pressed together against the wall, but she pulled his shirt, still wanting him closer. He smelt musky, like tobacco and spices and sex. It was her new favourite scent, and she wished she could bottle it up.
His smell alone was almost enough to make her come undone, and she moaned again. She was aware that she was a panting mess, and she was sure that, if he wasn’t holding her up, she would be a puddle on the floor. But she didn’t care.
‘God, I could listen to that sound every second of every day and it wouldn’t be enough,’ he growled close to her ear.
More goose bumps scattered across her skin like gooseflesh.
Without warning, he let go of her, stepping back and looking her up and down with a hunger she had never seen before. The way he looked at her with lust-filled eyes made her feel vulnerable and powerful all at the same time. She hated the space between them but, with his eyes roaming up and down her unapologetically, she was glued to the spot, unable to move. Despite the way he looked at her now, she could still seea part of him holding back and she didn’t want him to. She knew what it was like to overthink things. She had done enough of that for the both of them, but she had decided enough was enough. She needed to get him out of his head. Taking a deep breath, she reached behind her, slowly unzipping her dress and letting it fall to her feet.
‘Jesus,’ he breathed, his fists flexing at his sides like he was dying to touch her but needed permission.
He looked her up and down as if committing every inch to memory. She just stood there, letting him take her in for a long minute, before she spoke the words she hoped would pull him from his daze.
‘What are you waiting for?’
Chapter 35
Alex
‘What are you waiting for?’
What was he waiting for?His brain seemed to be short-circuiting. He couldn’t think straight. He’d thought of nothing else but this. But, looking at her now, she was perfect. Even more beautiful than he ever remembered. He couldn’t believe he had gone so long without having her in his life. He should never have allowed that. He couldn’t think of a single thing worth giving this woman up for in that moment. It all melted away and there was only her.
But there was still that niggling fear. The relationship they’d developed since she came home hadbrought him back to life. It was everything good about his day, and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin that. She’d run away scared last time, and the thought of that happening again terrified him. Once they did this, there would be no going back to before. He knew he’d stood silent for too long. He needed to move. Shifting his gaze to look into her eyes, the fire in them left him breathless and, like a flick of a switch, the decision was made. If being with her like this ripped his heart out in a way that was irreparable, it was worth it. Because she would always be worth it. Besides, what use was his heart if it wasn’t for loving her anyway?
He wasn’t gentle as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her closer, the need for her taking over. He kissed her again possessively, letting his hands roam across her body. First, across her collarbone, then gently dusting down her arms to the tips of her fingers, where he grabbed her hand and brought it to cup his erection. He felt himself grow rock hard under her touch. It was almost painful.
‘Do you see what you do to me?’
Her eyes were hooded with desire, those icy blues had turned to cobalt and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Damn, this woman.
‘Are you wetting your lips for me, baby?’ he rasped in a half-groan.
Her mouth dropped open in shock, and he let out a raspy chuckle, bringing his hand up to her chin to close it.
‘Don’t do that again unless you want me to fill that pretty mouth of yours, okay?’
She nodded at him, but her legs rubbed together like she was searching for friction. He knew the thought had turned her on.
