Page 44 of Reckless
“I am.”
In a tangle of motion, they undressed each other to the bare essentials, although Zoe kept her open shirt loose around her shoulders. Still standing in front of her bed, she lowered Alex’s boxer briefs, kneeling down in front of him to trail her fingertips over his hips. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, pumping once, then twice before following her fingers with her tongue. Alex threaded a hand through her hair, tension thrumming beneath his skin as Zoe parted her lips over his crown to draw him into her mouth.
“Zoe.” Her name was a prayer even as he grated it out. His exhales turned fast and heavy, and she adjusted the glide of her mouth to meet each one. Letting her gaze drift upward, she caught Alex’s stare, his eyes glinting with so much intensity that they were practically molten. But his pleasure just made her own desire rebuild, fast and unrelenting between her legs, and she continued to stroke him with her hands and mouth, all the way from root to tip.
“Come here,” he finally said, interrupting her motions with a swift yet gentle grab. Bending low to hook his arms beneath hers, Alex lifted her to her feet, holding her there for only a second before pressing her back against the middle of her bed. Pausing for the scant moment it took to search his discarded clothes and take a condom from his wallet, he returned to her side, sheathing himself and settling his body between her thighs. Her panties disappeared from her hips with a quick slide, and Alex leaned forward to bracket her shoulders with both palms.
“Alex.” Zoe lifted her hips, searching. Her aching clit brushed along his cock, her nipples re-hardening to tight points as she let her knees fall wide in encouragement. “Please.”
He reached between them, sliding a finger along her pussy, then pushing deeper with a moan.
Her muscles clenched, needing more. Needing everything. Needing him. “Don’t wait,” she whispered.
Alex shifted forward, filling her with a long, slow thrust, and Zoe’s breath flew out on a gasp. She stilled, her body adjusting to the tight fit of his cock inside her and the flood of sensations that went with it. He drew back just slightly, creating the perfect combination of pressure and friction, then repeated the motion, again and again. As if using her moans as a guide, he explored different speeds, adjusting his movements to meet hers. Zoe let herself feel them all, even though each one made her want more. She rocked faster, chasing the sparks building deep in her belly, spreading under her skin. Her fingers curled around Alex’s hips, and he shifted to balance the bulk of his weight on one forearm, dipping a hand between their bodies to slip the pad of his forefinger over her clit.
“That’s it. Fuck, Zoe, you’re so damn hot like this.” His murmurs kept time with her moans, and God, even his voice made her want to come.There, there, therrrrre.He circled her clit while thrusting hard into her pussy, and with one last press forward, Zoe flew apart. For a minute, she was weightless, wrapped in pleasure and calling out Alex’s name. He lessened his movements, but despite the riot of sensations still pumping all the way through her, Zoe wrapped her hands around his lower back to keep him deep inside her.
“I like you right here,” she said, tipping her hips until there was no space at all between their bodies. Alex tensed, biting down on his bottom lip as she lifted to meet him again, a dark, dirty thrill kicking her body into the motion at the way his breath gusted out and his eyes glittered on hers. He covered her chest with his, angling forward to kiss her as their back-and-forth grew stronger, and Zoe couldn’t hold back. Opening her knees as wide as they would go, she knotted her legs around his waist, matching him thrust for thrust until it was impossible to tell who gave and who took.
“Ah, God.” For a second, Alex slowed, shifting his body almost to the point of withdrawing completely, but Zoe reached up to cup his face.
“Alex, watch.” She tilted her hips, the movement sliding his cock deeper inside of her, and his eyes darkened, nearly midnight blue with want. Sliding her palms his cheekbones, she guided his gaze to the spot where their bodies joined. “Watch me make you come.”
Zoe rocked against him, her hips lifting off the bed in a rhythm that sent spirals of pleasure from her belly downward. Alex moaned, framing her shoulders with both hands as he thrust back once, then again, filling her completely. His movements became faster, more purposeful, until the tension in his muscles broke loose and he shuddered in release.
For a second, a minute, an hour—Zoe had no concept of passing time—they lay in a twist of limbs and heated breath, until finally, Alex slipped from the bed to clean up. He returned just as quietly, and she braced herself for the awkward aftermath that surely had to follow.
Only it never did.
“You okay?” Alex asked, sliding back into his low-slung jeans before pulling aside her rumpled bed covers, guiding her under the quilt with a gentle nudge.
“Yeah, absolutely.” The answer defaulted out of Zoe’s mouth, fundamentally true and yet also inaccurate. Things like store-bought cookies and B-grade movies were okay. The mind-altering, pulse-scrambling, multiple-orgasm sex they’d just had?
Was so far past okay that the two syllables seemed pretty much ridiculous.
“Good.” He righted her shirt all the way around her frame, re-doing the buttons and pulling her close. The afternoon sun slanted in past the blinds, scattering just enough golden light around them to be cozy but not blinding. Alex’s body was warm and strong on hers, with his arms wrapped around her and his breath spilling over the crown of her head in long, drawn-out exhales. Zoe meant to say something, to get up, to move in some way, but with each rise and fall of her chest, her body unwound, her mind starting to drift.
You’re supposed to let me help you.
It was the last thing she thought before falling asleep.
16
Alex woke the way he usually did, all at once and on full alert. He pulled in a deep breath of sweet orange citrus, and despite the cozy quiet and dusky twilight filling the space around him, a sudden chill stole down the length of his spine.
Holy shit. He’d totally, completely, irrevocably had sex with Zoe Westin. And rather than feeling the remorse he damn well knew was proper, all Alex could think about was having sex with her again.
And again.
As if the thought had been sent south from his brain in a direct memo, his cock stirred to life, no doubt encouraged by the fact that his arms were still full of the very enticing blonde in question. Alex forced himself to take a deep breath and recite quarterback ratings to get his dick under control, but then Zoe gave up a hazy, half-asleep sigh, shifting her ass right up against his hips in a perfect, excruciating fit, and oh hell. Not even a force of nature could make him want to let go of her.
“Mmm.” She burrowed deeper beneath the warmth of the quilt, her body loose and languid and damn near perfect in Alex’s grasp. But then both her body and her breath went stiff, sending a slice of worry through his gut.
“Hey,” he said, the whisper spilling into the fall of her hair. She smelled so good, all sweet and citrusy, and he tightened his arm around her waist out of pure reflex.
“Hey.” Without breaking his hold on her, Zoe turned to face him, but before she could get all the way around, she yelped in pain.
Everything about Alex froze but his pulse. “Your shoulder.” God, he was such anass.How could he have slept with her when he’d known full well she was hurt? “Here, let me look.”
