He dipped his mouth toward her and crushed her lips to his, as if he couldn’t get close enough. The feel and taste of his mouth pervaded into her blood. He touched his forehead to hers, his breath mingling with hers. A bleakness she’d never seen before entered his gaze. “You see what I am when I’m with you.” His sigh shook her. “I’ve never taken a woman like that, Liv, without foreplay, so roughly, so selfishly, as though nothing mattered except possession.”
Olivia moved her hands over his, leaning in when he kissed her palm. She ran her hands over his chest, greedy for contact, raking a finger over a hard nipple. “You did nothing I didn’t want, Alexander.”
She wanted to tell him that she didn’t care, but the words froze on her lips.
He wore no mask, he was at the mercy of his needs, desires, he didn’t or couldn’t erect a wall around his emotions when he was with her. He was not the perfect man the world thought him. He lost control, he hurt and he was someone who needed her as much as she needed him, even if he didn’t admit that.
But the realization warmed and chilled her blood. Because whatever made this thing between them so real, so good, was also what was going to keep him away from her. Because Alexander was never going to embrace the part of him that felt, that hurt, the part that he had suppressed to survive. And she was fooling herself if she thought she could change that.
Tears stung behind her eyes, but she forced them back. She pressed her mouth to his jaw and dragged it toward his mouth. She bit his lower lip, and he moaned. The sound sent a tingle straight to her core. Tomorrow was going to come soon enough. Tonight, she didn’t want to think. “Now, please...”
The words trailed away from her mouth as he snuck his hand between their bodies, and pressed a finger into her core, while his thumb rubbed her clitoris in mind numbing circles. “Please, what?”
She threw her head back and groaned, coils of sensation gripping her lower belly again. She moved her hands over his torso, and snuggled a little closer. “I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to think. Just do something, anything.”
Plunging his hands into her hair, he tugged her upward, and plundered her mouth. He didn’t wait to be invited into her mouth this time, sucking and biting her lips. He tugged her lower lip between his teeth and pressed his advantage when she gasped. She met him, move to move, until their mouths were fused together, biting, sucking, licking. And she still didn’t get enough.
He dragged his mouth to her neck, his breathing harsh, while his hands roamed hungrily over her midriff. “This time I’m taking it slow even if it kills me.” He tracked a trail of kisses to her ear. “What would you like me to do next, Liv?”
With her hands in his hair, she tugged his head back, until they were both staring into each other’s eyes, the sound of their fractured breathing buffeting them. “Touch my breasts, please. I will die if you don’t.”
It was all the persuasion Alexander needed. He cupped her breasts, molding them with his hands, running the pads of his thumbs over their hard peaks. He flicked one swollen pink peak with the tip of his finger, and she pushed herself into his touch with a strangled moan. He pushed the words out through a dry mouth, the sight of his dark fingers on her pink nipples incredibly erotic. “You have the sexiest nipples. Pink, and tight and ripe, just begging to be sucked. Would you like that, Liv?”
She nodded frantically, and Alexander smiled. “Yes. And I’ll kill you if you stop now.”
He wrapped his hands at her waist, bent his head and pulled one hard tip into his mouth, and sucked.
Olivia bucked against his hands, an arrow of sensation zooming straight through to her core. She thrust her hands into his hair and held on tight as he shifted his attention to the other breast and suckled at it. Her guttural moan echoed around them when he tugged the nipple with his teeth. Need clawed inside her skin. She moved closer to him, needing more, the ache between her legs intensifying with every pull of his wicked mouth.
“Turn around,” he ordered and she meekly did. She was putty in his hands and she had no intention or strength to resist.
He dropped a kiss between her shoulders, and she shivered. He held her hands over them with one hand, while the other one drew a line down her spine, followed by his hot mouth and erotic tongue. He reached the indent above her buttocks and stopped. The mattress groaned as he shifted to switch on the bedside lamp, still holding her down. Only then did she realize that he was staring at her tattoo.