Page 92 of Dangerous Temptation
‘I’m not strong,’ he replied. ‘I’ve been hardened. I don’t want that to ever happen to you.’
She sighed and kissed his collarbone. She felt such a connection with him like this. It was the calm in the eye of the storm. Rubbing her cheek against his chest, she thought back to when they’d first met. They’d somehow found a way to each other, even with all the obstacles in their path. They’d found the heart of each other. Why wouldn’t others do the same?
At the very least, why couldn’t they just let them be?
She stroked his shadowy beard and kissed him with more heat. They were damned if they did and damned if they didn’t. They might as well take solace in one another.
‘Do you need me, Siren?’
‘You know I do.’
He caressed her breast and stroked her down to her flank. Catching her knee, he pulled her top leg over his hip. The position was easy and free. Elena stretched and rolled her hips towards him. That same wicked hand glided over her bottom, and her toes pointed in pleasure when he explored the heart of her.
He rubbed her intimately, preparing her.
She bit her lip to hold back a moan, but it came out when he tweaked her sensitive nub.
‘Don’t hold back with me.’ His mouth covered hers and his tongue pressed deep. ‘Ever.’
She worked her hand between their bodies. She explored him fearlessly with palm and fingers. When her nails scraped ever so gently along the underside of his erection, he jerked.
It was enough for him.
They shifted on the covers until they were positioned just right. Elena hitched herself up and then he was there, at her entrance. Their mouths locked together and their fingers laced at her hip. With one long, continuous thrust, he took her.
Her moan was soft and airy.
He inhaled the scent of her hair.
And then they began to rock.
Slowly. Passionately. Their coming together wasn’t frenzied and feral, but that didn’t make it any less momentous. The need was just as strong, but it was accompanied by emotion and meaning.
Maybe it always had been.
Their bodies undulated together, finding a rhythm. They weren’t racing towards an end. It was all about the connection.
Alex groaned. ‘You are so tight, so hot. It’s like you don’t want to give me up.’
Elena tucked her face into the pillow. ‘I don’t.’
He felt so good moving inside her. Hard and thick.
Words fell into touches. Their bodies warmed and their skin clung. The air in the room became steamy as they rode one another. Sighs blended with grunts. Caresses stoked the fire.
When they came, it was as one. Their bodies arched. Their muscles tensed. Elena let out a soft cry and Alex whispered her name.
When they finally floated down from the high, neither was ready for it to end. They stayed connected, physically and emotionally, as the night darkened the room. They fell asleep in each other’s arms with the world held at bay. The night was theirs.
But they both knew that daylight would come much too soon.
Things changed after that. They worked from the penthouse the next day, and Elena made dinner for them the next night. The following day was the same. And the next.
Nothing had been discussed, but their adventures in New York stopped.
They didn’t attend any more events. They didn’t even consider the invitations.
Alex had food delivered on nights when neither of them felt like cooking. They watched movies on the big screen and worked out in the gym. They even saw people. He invited programmers over from Wolfe Pack for a code jam one day and, when she needed to consult with someone on her dissertation, he sent James to pick up Dr Walters.
