As Alex's words settled between us, I suddenly found myself being propelled backward, my back hitting the brick of the wall behind me.
Alex's lips crashed down on mine. Hungry and possessive. "God you make my c**k hard," he murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing my ear.
My body responded despite my anger. My heart raced as his hand traveled up my side, his thumb brushing the side of my breast. The smell of whiskey and sweat clung to him like a second skin.
After a few minutes, he pulled away, his eyes searching my face for something, but I couldn't tell what.
"You can so easily make me lose control," he whispered, his breath hot on my cheek.
I looked up at him. "Why do you keep pushing me away, then?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Because...I have to," he said, his voice strained.
