UP IN FLAMES

Her breaths came out in pants. “No.”

Alaric froze between her thighs. “No?”

“I don’t want that,” she said, eyes open and fixed on his face. “I want you.”

“You have me.”

A smile raced across her lips, full and absolutely dazzling. Luckiest man alive to be on the receiving end of something so fucking marvelous. “I want you in me.”

Holy shit, had he heard her right? Like being handed a winning lottery ticket and not believing it. “Are you sure?”

Fuck. Listen to him. Are you sure?

She wet her lips, and he groaned. “Positive.”

For a few seconds, he didn’t move, and then he was up and off that bed faster than any man had ever moved, shucking off his bottoms even quicker. He reached into the nightstand and grabbed a foil wrapper, tossing it on the bed beside her.

A breathy laugh came from Vanessa. “Excited?” she asked,

“You have no idea.”

——–

Vanessa was beginning to get a good idea of how excited Alaric was as she eyed his thick, rigid erection as he rolled a condom on. Good God, he was huge and unbelievably hard, and she was also pretty sure that he was going to fuck every troublesome thought out of her head in a matter of seconds.

When she’d woken this morning, she had panicked. All the things she’d told him last night had felt like bitter ash on her tongue this morning. Never had she talked about her mother or anything with any man, but she had with Alaric.

Walls she had built around her had cracked wide open, and as she’d lain there, gazing at Alaric as he slept, she’d let herself feel what was building inside her.

The rush of emotions was nothing short of disastrous. God, she wanted him, and not just on a physical level. She wanted a tomorrow and a weekend. She wanted a next week and a next month. She wanted a future, and she had never wanted that before.

The swelling that had taken place in her chest had been too much. She’d panicked and raced from the bed, needing the familiar-her job-but Alaric, he’d done another thing that no one had ever been able to do.

He’d chased her down, caught her, and brought her back. And now she was here, and she wasn’t running.

Alaric swooped in, kissing her deeply, and bringing her back to the present. The taste of him lingered on her lips as he got his hands under her hips. As he sat back, he pulled her onto her knees, straddling him.

“Tell me anything, and I’ll do whatever you want.” He said, cradling her hips.

Her heart pounded at the words, at the feel of him prodding at her entrance. Air moved in and out of her throat too quickly for her to speak. He kissed her again, tasting her lips and her mouth.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, running his hands down her front, cupping her breasts. “The first time you came here, I wanted to kick Paul’s ass out of the house and fuck you right there in the foyer.”

At those words, her body went wet and ready. “In the foyer?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned against her parted lips. “I would’ve stripped those damn pants off you, flipped you onto your knees, and taken you from behind, my hands holding your breasts as I fucked you long and hard. Soon, I’m going to have to live out my fantasy.”

Oh God… “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

Need slammed into her core at the images of him taking her roughly on the floor. She reached down between them, gripping him and stroking the hard, hot length, and his hips punched forward.

“God,” he moaned, pressing a fiery trail of kisses down her neck. “You keep that up and I’m going to be inside you in two seconds.”

“I’m not complaining.” She moved her thumb over his head, delighted in the bead of moisture already forming there.

He chuckled deeply but gripped her hand, pulling her away. “I want to savor this.” His gaze crawled over her face. “I want to give you a taste of what it will be like with me.”

She shuddered as she ran her hands up his taut abs. “Is this not going to be like it normally will be?”

A wicked, downright sinful look appeared on his striking face, and she pulsed between her legs. “Oh, it will be like this, but there’ll be other times when I’ll want to tie you up again. You liked that last time, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, and her hips pressed down on his erection. “Say it again.”

Breathless, she rotated her pelvis, wanting and needing him. “Yes.”

“That’s my girl.” He skated a hand down between her breasts, over her quivering stomach to her bottom. A second later, his hand landed solidly on her ass, causing her body to jerk and for every part in her to clench up with need. “Yeah, you like that, too.”

He smacked her ass again, and Vanessa cried out, her body and mind spinning. “Oh God…”

His hand came down once more, and she kissed him without any inhibition, unashamed at how wet and lush her body became in response to his teasing strikes.

“So we’ll definitely be doing some of that.” His hand trailed over her bottom, soothing away the burn. “And then I’ll take you against the wall. The floor. The kitchen counter. Every damn place in this house”

Vanessa’s eyes flew open as the pressure turned to a pleasure with a bite of pain. “Alaric!”

His eyes held a wealth of sensual promise. “Yeah, I can tell you’re going to like that.” His hand drifted away, curving over her hip. He tugged her up, over where his arousal stood out, proud and commanding. He gripped himself in his other hand, stroking himself slowly. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” She placed her hands on his shoulders as she watched his hand move. In response, her body tightened.

“I think you can say it better.”

Her gaze swung up and her eyes narrowed. “You.”

Stroke up. Stroke down. “Better than that.”

“I want…”

His large hand pumped. Alaric groaned as his back arched. “Come on, baby.”