Page 95 of Her Maine Risk

“James Dean.” He smirks. “I like that better.”

Smiling, I stretch my legs out in front of me until I finish my coffee.

“I have to go,” I sigh, reluctantly standing up.

Following me into the house, we place our mugs in the sink and he circles my waist with his strong arms, capturing my lips in a kiss that has me leaning back against the counter for support.

Sliding my hands up his stomach and chest, I grip the back of his neck and feel the soft strands of his hair at the nape.

Moaning into him, Alex licks the seam of my lips, but then pulls back an inch, growling. “You taste too good, gorgeous. Too sweet, too everything. I want to spend all day kissing and fucking you senseless until you can’t think of anything but me and my cock.”

Holy shit.

My breathing comes in quick pants and my skin heats, a pool of need flooding my panties.

“Alex,” I plea, my nails digging into the back of his neck.

“You like the sound of that?” he rasps against my lips, and I don’t get to answer him before he’s kissing me again.

Hard and bruising, Alex melts me until I’m one with him, and I don’t know where he ends, and I begin.

I can’t seem to get close enough and he lifts me up onto the counter. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him towards me, moaning when I feel him hard as steel, right there where I need him.

Gripping the waistband of my scrubs, he practically tears them off of me, taking my panties with him.

“I can’t wait,” he growls, shoving his jeans down and quickly sheathing himself before pulling me to the edge of the counter and slamming into me in one thrust.

Throwing my head back, I scream at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck,” he groans. “So fucking good.”

His grip on my hips is firm, and he doesn’t let me move an inch as he takes me like the world is burning and we only have these next few minutes before we’re consumed.

And that’s how I feel. Consumed.

Flames engulf my body with every stroke.

Stretching me, filling me, taking me with a fevered passion unlike any of our other times, and I’m taken to new depths.

My eyes blur with the sting of tears.

It’s too much. Too good.

I don’t want this to ever end.

But as the pressure in me builds, I feel as if I’m in the open ocean, being dragged under by the force of something huge.

My lungs constrict, and I have nothing left to do but succumb to the darkness.

My body clamps around Alex like a vice, and he drags me towards him as a scream is torn from deep within me.

So powerful. Guttural.

Wave after wave washes over me, and I have no choice but to let myself be dragged under.

I don’t want to resurface. I want to feel like this forever.

Alex’s deep groan is the only thing that breaks through the pounding in my ears, and he’s the light I swim towards, needing to see him.

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