Page 18 of Allured
“So it’s like that, huh?” he asks. At first, I’m unsure of what exactly he means, but the heat in his eyes and the submission in his body language enlightens me immediately.
“Yes, nowlisten, you brat.”
“Yes, Sir.” The grin that spreads on Alek’s face makes me want to continue to kiss him to tame that cockiness. The reply isn’t mocking, per se, but there’s a challenge in it that awakens something in me.
“You like saying that, don’t you?’
“Probably as much as you like hearing it, Ez. Oh sorry— I mean,Sir.”
Alek’s near giggle of a laugh lasts only a second before I stifle it with another hard press of my lips. ‘Bruising’ is the word I would use to describe our make—out session in all its ferocity. I am pleasantly surprised, and very aroused, at howroughthis is. I love that I feel hard muscle, firm and unyielding, beneath my fingertips. I love the wholly masculine slew of moans that reach my ears. I’ve never had a partner test me in such a way.
Oh.My partner.
The thought causes me to slow my motions in our continued search of one another. Alek senses my retreat and calms as well.
While the physical distance between us doesn’t grow, it’s as if we both had a bit too much time for introspection. The meeting of our lips becomes slower, sensual, and lingering in opposition to our previous frenzy.
I would spend the entirety of my night cherishing Alek within my hold if it weren’t for two things. As a designated driver, I am responsible for a horde of drunken women. Also, I am unsure of what the next steps are for him and me.
With a few more gentle caresses of our lips, we slowly drift apart.
Warm hazel eyes find mine in a look that is so intense it nearly makes me turn away. But no, I have no choice but to stare and admire Alek in all that he is.
Does Alek want me as his, whichever form that may take?
Am I ready, at this point in my life, to be his?
“Ez, I can hear you thinking.”
“How does one hear another person think?” My head tilts, slightly confused and wondering how he knew I was overthinking.
“You look nervous again, angel.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” I ask at the same time Alek removes his hands from my chest and instead softly cupsmy face. The roughness of his hands catches on my stubble and I have to resist the urge to close my eyes and lean into the motion.
“You think a face as beautiful as this ain’t got something divine to do with it?” A thumb feathers along my jaw until he’s brushing it against my bottom lip.
“These lips though—” Alek begins, applying more pressure to my bottom lip so that it drags slightly in his touch.
“They’re sinful as fuck.” He shifts down, his lips meeting mine in a soft peck and I am almost cajoled into slamming him back into the door so we may finish what we started.
But I know we need to take it slow. There are things he needs to know, things I need to figure out. And I have to remind myself that this is only the second time I’ve been around this man. This delightful, delectable, and devious man.
“Alek,” I groan in warning and step back to look at him, but still stay within arms reach. “I must get back to my group soon.”
“Oh, right. Yeah.” It pains me when I hear the dejection in his voice.
“Alek, we aren’t leaving things like this. I would like to talk, get to know you, and grow this feeling between us.” The desperation in my voice was just as strong as the dejection in his.
“You askin’ me out on a date?” Alek attempts to joke, but I see the hope in his wide eyes. It calls to the hope that blooms within me.
“Yes, I am.”
“You like burgers?” Alek straightens up my glasses and jacket as he asks.
“I love burgers.” I smile at him and he smiles back. Cheesy smiles. Excited smiles. At this moment it all feels so easy with him. I haven’t felt this comfortable with anyone in years.
“I’m only working the pre—show tomorrow if you wanna stop by and get a late burger with me. There’s a great diner down the road.”
