Page 121 of Ruthless Chaos
My pulse picks up and a gentle tingling spreads to my fingertips.
He pulls me into him. My body fits against his perfectly.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I obey.
The incandescent light warms Alexander’s skin. His eyes are glassy, like a lake at sunset, and his full lips are so close to mine that all I’d have to do is move my facejust a littleto kiss them.
I’m tempted to.
I try to speak, but all that comes is a breathy sigh. The thoughts that usually hold me back are quiet. Instead, I’m stuck on how much I want to kiss him.
I should kiss him.
I put my hands on his cheeks and crush my lips to his.
Our lips meet hungrily, and I lose my bearings for a second. The kiss is raw and deep. All I can feel is him. His warm, hard mouth. The demanding fervor of his kiss.
He teases my lower lip with his teeth, and I part to take him. His tongue slides over mine. It’s sweet, maddening. Pleasure prickles my skin.
This is better than that kiss by the lake.
Alexander’s hand moves up my thigh, while the other snakes under the coat. His lithe fingers leave goosebumps in their wake. His fingers dance along my spine, gripping my ass.
I still want more.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I climb on top of him. A surprised growl leaves him, and I deepen the kiss—sucking on his tongue before running my teeth along his lips.
More.
I scale his torso so I’m straddling him. I run my hands along his shoulders, wishing they were bare so I could feel their hard planes against my fingertips.
Alexander’s hands explore my body—groping my breasts, ghosting along the sensitive flesh of my belly—but it’s not enough.
His arousal is pressed against my core, with only the thin fabric of my lingerie and his pants between us. I want them gone.
I roll my hips against his girth, shrugging out of the coat.
My eyes flutter open to find that his are darkened by lust. For the first time, I understand that look—he wants me just as much as I want him.
I grab his neck and deepen our kiss.
“Al,” he says against my lips, voice hoarse.
I put a hand on his torso, reaching between our bodies for his belt. Alexander’s hand catches my wrist before I can start undoing it.
“Al,” he says, again. “Stop this.”
I hear him but don’t listen. There’s fire in my blood, a pulsing need deep within me. I want to feel closer to him. I need it.
Alexander grabs my neck, moving me away. His lips are just out of reach. I whimper at the loss of them. His grip on my neck is light.
I wrap my hands around his, urging him to squeeze harder.
His eyebrows pull together. I can’t place his expression.
“I want this,” I gasp. “Please.” I’m not above begging.
My body’s wound so tight that I’m desperate—for a kiss, a touch, anything to quench this fire raging within me. My eyes burn.
