deeper into my flesh, increasing the pressure of his lashing tongue.
OMG! No wait. Holy fucking hell!
Fire rages through every single cell in my body. Seriously. I’m going to explode. I have never experienced an orgasm as intense as this one before. He sure as hell knew what he was talking about when he said I’d be the one begging for a kiss, because that’s exactly what I’m ready to do as my body trembles, releasing years of pent up stress and heartache as I come on his tongue. Instead of slowing down, he sucks harder. And I can’t help myself, but I do cry out this time, my breath escaping in labored gasps as my body shudders and then tenses against the combined sensations of pain and pleasure.
As my quivering thighs begin to relax, my breathing slows down and Alek’s kiss becomes gentler. Easing his way back up to my neck, he glances deep in my eyes just before he releases a long sigh and moves his head down to mine. There's aren't any words to describe what just happened. Neither one of us says a thing as our breathing becomes normal again. We just kind of lay there, our foreheads touching, but our lips remaining apart. Even after the orgasm he just gave me, Alek still chooses to honor my request. Well, he kinda does anyway.
I can’t breathe or talk. I can’t think or walk. I can’t do a damn thing but lie here thinking about how my iron walls are coming down one handsome thrust at a time.
"That’s quite enough evidence to sway your decision, yes,” Alek says. His cell phone vibrates.
He lifts up on one elbow, pulls it out of his pocket, and stares at the screen. “Frederico. Fuck. I forgot Mother and I were supposed to meet with him.”
Silencing the phone, he stands up and holds a hand out for me. I’m still feeling about as dumb as a doorknob, and my voice has yet to return.
“I have to run, Jaybird. I do hope I’ve proved my point and given you plenty to think about,” he says, giving me a wicked grin just before he takes my hand and passes his lips across my knuckles. We are so beyond modestly kissing right now.
I narrow my eyes and then raise my left eyebrow. His arrogance has no limits. “See you around,” I croak.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He eases back toward the door, steals one last glance at me, and slips out into the hallway.
Falling back down on the couch, I give my arm a good old fashioned pinch just to make sure I’m not sitting inside of a dream. Because damn if I don’t want to wake up
Chapter Twelve
Alek
Erin challenges me.
She moves me in a way that no one has ever been able to do before. She’s amazing. Everything about this woman screams mystical, just like her clothing line.
But Erin is also self conscious and insecure. She knows how beautiful she is, but then she doesn’t quite understand her power. I was hoping she’d let me kiss her on the mouth last night. I respected her wishes, and I’ve played the good guy for long enough. Murderous thoughts flew through my head after that Martuccio brother kissed her the way he did.
Thinking about him kissing her sweet lips makes me want to go find him and cave his nose in.
I can be patient, yes. I can make her come to me. Erin Angelo will beg for my kiss by the time we take Requiem to stage next month. Until then, I bask in thoughts of the other kiss I left for her to remember me by.
I sit down on the edge of the stage and glance at the phoenix tattooed on my arm. Like me, Erin is rising from her pain. She’s becoming a woman to be taken seriously in all aspects of her life. But what is it about her that touches me this way? There’s something about her eyes, a familiarity in them that brings up memories I thought I buried long ago. I’m lost in thoughts of her beautiful face twisted in pleasure when a slamming noise rips me back to reality.
Erin walks through the door of the auditorium. This is the last time she’ll be working with Nikolai’s dancers before our pre-show happens the Saturday after next. Images of the things that happened between us this past weekend flicks through my head. My pulse starts to race and my damn