Alexander had the world at his feet and me on my knees...until secrets tore us apart.
I should stay away from him. I should run. But I'm addicted to him...to the pleasure and the pain.
He warned me about his dark side...about his past. But I have a past, too. Together we'll conquer our demons if we don't destroy each other first.
As soon as the door slid shut behind us, Alexander was on me. I barely had time to register the familiar surroundings before he shoved up my skirt, crushing his lips against mine as we tangled together. I’d been in this room before, fighting my attraction to him. I’d come for an explanation and discovered something dark lurking behind his sexy, brooding facade. He had fascinated me then. He still fascinated me, but now my head spun from the bourbon and from the change of circumstance.
And from him. Oh god, from him.
My fingers clutched his hair as he pressed me to the wall, and I didn’t’t resist when he gripped my panties and tore them away. My sex reacted, swelling under his dominance, knowing exactly what came next. Everything about Alexander—his scent, the brush of the next-day stubble on his jaw, the firm grip of his fingers kneading into my hips—made me wet, as though my body had been conditioned to prepare for his cock.
But even as my body responded willingly, the tiny voice in my head tried to control me, too, reminding me of the risk I was taking. Alexander was fire—white-hot and blazing. His touch smoldered, igniting my body until my arousal couldn’t be contained. I would let him take me anywhere. Anytime. But playing with fire also meant getting burned, and Alexander had burned me before. There was no way I would walk out of here unscathed.
I wasn’t thinking clearly. I couldn’t think clearly—not with him around. Still one question kept peeking through the haze that clouded my judgment: why was he here? But with his lips on me, trailing down my neck until his teeth bit hungrily into my shoulder, I dido’t care. I was here with him, and for the first time in months, I felt complete.
I felt alive.
My skin even responded sensitively to his more chaste touches. The back of his hand caressing the length of my arm sent desire pooling between my legs. A brush of his lips across my cheek made me moan. We were as in tune as ever, but our connection was on overload. Too long had passed since we’d touched, and no lingering doubt or fear seemed capable of checking my body. I was drawn to him out of pure instinct and primal lust. I couldn’t say no to him now.
Because I couldn’t say no to myself.
“Do you remember the last time we were here, poppet?” The low rasp of his voice sent a tremor of anticipation running through me. “I wanted to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you begged me to stop.”
I whimpered as his hand slipped between my legs. I wanted him to fuck me now. Fuck me before I could talk myself out of it. Fuck me until I couldn’t remember how to beg. Fuck me hard until I forgot my objections.
Geneva Lee prefers fantasy to reality, especially fantasies involving powerful, dangerous, and sexy men. You can find her devouring a good romance while avoiding the laundry and the children. She lives in Seattle with her family.