CHAPTER 20
He held my hips like he was claiming something. Not just my body, but the whole damn storm that came with it. His breath fanned hot against my cheek as he sank deeper, each slow, deliberate thrust setting off fireworks behind my ribs. I couldn't bite back the moan that escaped me — low, guttural, too honest — and I felt him react to it, his grip flexing, his rhythm stuttering for half a second before he caught it again, harder now. More desperate.
I clung to his shoulders, nails raking down the muscle as pleasure climbed too fast, too sharp. My heels dug into the velvet of the lounge couch, legs spread wide to take all of him, to hold him, keep him there. Inside. Like if I let go, I’d lose something more than just heat.
“f**k, Alice,” he hissed into my neck. “You don’t even k
