While locked in the room with Preston, Alexis had a lot of time to think, a lot of time to conjure up ideas and worst-case scenarios. She had driven herself crazy with what-ifs, and only one solution came to mind.
Turning in her seat, she watched as the setting sun shone colors of orange, red, and yellow onto the sky just past Cliff’s sharp profile. God, she didn’t want to hurt him, she didn’t want to be another reason for him to cave into himself again as he had with his ex-wife. She committed his face to memory, took note of every eyelash and bit of scruff on his chin. He was beautiful to her, and for the moment, she was his.”
“Can you promise me something, Cliff? “The man startled as she spoke, his shoulders jerked toward his ears. He must have been lost in his own world just as she had been.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” he replied, turning to glance at her for a moment, unleashing that devilish smile that she loved.
“If it comes to it, please let me go,” she begged knowing how much her words must sting.
“I can’t do that,” Cliff vehemently declined. His hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
“Please, Cliff.”
“I can’t do that, Alexis. Don’t ask that of me,” he seethed through his teeth, angering Alexis to the point she shouted, “Why not!”
Braking unexpectedly in the middle of the road, dust flew all around them in a cloud of fury.
“Because I fucking love you,” Cliff roared as he shifted the truck into park. Shocked, Alexis stared at him as he unfastened her seatbelt, hauled her over the center console, and settled her onto his lap in the blink of an eye.
She didn’t get a chance to respond; her mouth was crushed against his, and as he slid the front seat as far back as it would go, their bodies jerked as it met the end.
“You’re mine, Alexis, and I’m not letting you go,” he said, brushing his lips against hers. She lost herself in his kiss, in his taste, forgetting all about the danger surrounding them all. Because love made you forget everything.
Chapter Seven
Warmth spread all over his body. Lying on his stomach, arms wrapped tightly around his pillow, Cliff felt the heat from the sun rays glaring through his bedroom window onto his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept past dawn; his body was so ingrained with its personal alarm clock that he rarely got the chance to sleep in. But he and Alexis wore each other out the night before.
It had been four days since he confessed his feelings to Alexis, and though he wasn’t embarrassed by his profession, he changed the subject anytime Alexis brought it up. Worry settled in the back of his mind that there was no way she could feel the same for him. She’s so beautiful and warm while he was a man that was sent by the government to do their dirty work.
“Mmm,” he groaned as lips press soft kisses across his bare back.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” she claimed as she trailed her hands down his back.
“No need to apologize,” he told her as he turned slightly, wrapped his arm around her waist, and tugged her beneath him.
His cock nestled between her thighs, the heat immediately causing his shaft to harden. Cliff returned her kisses by doing the same along her neck as she wiggled under him. Their sweat-soaked bodies from the temperature of the cabin slipped against each other as Cliff rocked his hips against hers. His erection nestling between her thighs.
Slipping one hand between her legs, Cliff wasn’t surprised to find her soaked for him. They’d both been in a constant state of sexual desire since his confession.
“God, I love how wet you are for me.”
“That’s because you’re gorgeous,” she smirked, trailing her hand across his back to grip his ass. Cliff noticed that she did that a lot; he’d have to make sure to keep up with his squats. “Also, I-” she began but Cliff cut her off, knowing that he’d be unable to process whatever confession of love she gave. She may think that she loved him, but she didn’t know him at all, only the little things he’d told her. She didn’t know of the monsters lurking beneath the surface. Years on the battlefield changed a man – that’s what his therapist said. More years spent infiltrating terrorist organizations and underage brothels would do a number on a man.
Gliding a finger deep within her channel, Alexis gasped and seemed to forget whatever it was she planned to say.
“Yes,” she moaned, tilting her head back and exposing the column of her neck. Cliff couldn’t help himself as he leaned down and suckled at the soft skin, rocking his hand against her clit. His dick throbbed in frustration, but he wanted to make Alexis feel good before he thought about himself.
Needing to get her there sooner rather than later, Cliff added another finger, gliding it into her sex as her walls tightened around him.
“God, you’re so good at that. Please, don’t stop,” she demanded and Cliff smiled against her neck, loving the soft moan vibrating through her chest. He loved making her feel this escape, making her lose herself in another sensation.
Her legs stiffened beneath him and she cried out his name, riding out the last of her orgasm against his hand. Her lips puckered in an oval shape as she closed her eyes, the release washing through her. Cliff wished he had his camera to capture such a beautiful vision.
Finally, as her body relaxed against him, Cliff slipped his hand free, bringing it to his lips. He sucked the two fingers in his mouth, captivated by her taste. She had a flavor unlike anything he’d ever tasted and if he could bottle it up, he would. Her eyes glazed over as she watched him indulge in her essence.
Fuck, this turned her on.
Unable to hold back, Cliff moved his legs between her, then entered her in one quick thrust. His curse echoed in the room at the same time her moan reached his ears.