Stoking the Fire (Salus Security #1) - Teodora Kostova Page 0,77

peak, my moans growing louder with every thrust. Skin slapping against skin, groans of pleasure, fingers digging into flesh. Mouths meeting in the middle, swallowing the desperate sounds we make, claiming them as our own.

“I’m close. Don’t fucking stop. Harder!” My voice is hoarse, my palms slick with sweat against the door.

“Like that?” Alec lets go of my hips and covers my hands with his on the wall.

It brings him closer, and he sinks into me deeper. It’s all I needed. The pleasure erupts from deep inside me, so intense and yet not enough. I keep moving against him, asking for more, needing more.

“Fuck, baby, that was hot,” Alec murmurs in my ear, wrapping an arm around my chest and holding me close. His voice’s strained as if he’s barely keeping himself from coming.

“Do it,” I say, leaning back against him. “Fuck me harder. As hard as you need.”

I gasp when he pushes me forward, a hand on my back and another on my hip, keeping me steady as he fucks me, his groans so uninhibited that it makes desire stir again in my belly. My dick twitches as if I haven’t just had an intense orgasm, immediately interested in more.

Alec comes with my name on his lips, his cock pulsing inside me, his fingers leaving bruises on my skin. I straighten, leaning back against him, loving the feeling of his heaving chest against my back. He showers me with kisses everywhere he can reach, my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, my mouth. They’re sloppy, and messy, his breathing labored against my skin.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he says, mouth against my jaw. I can feel the smile on his lips.

I shrug a shoulder. “But it’ll be a glorious death.”

Alec laughs, pulling out of me gently and spinning me around. He kisses me, deep and long, and then gathers me in his arms, hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and keep kissing him until we stumble into the bedroom and fall on the bed in a fit of giggles and messy kisses.

Chapter twenty-nine

“You’re very good at that,” I say with an appreciative sigh.

Alec hums, the pressure he’s applying on my feet intensifying. The afternoon’s too hot to do anything outside, so we opted for a lazy lie-in on the sofa. Somehow, my feet ended up in Alec’s lap, and the massage he’s currently giving me is making me relax in ways I didn’t think possible.

“I wonder what other undiscovered talents you have?” I muse.

Alec waggles his eyebrows. “I make mean pancakes.”

I sit up, not removing my feet—it feels too damn good—but aiming an accusing glare at him. “I can’t believe we’ve been here for, what? Three weeks now? And you haven’t made any pancakes.”

“You never asked.”

“All right, let’s go.” I swing my feet off the sofa, grab his hand, and pull him up. “We’re making pancakes.”

“And by ‘we’ you mean I’m making the pancakes, and you’ll be responsible for eating them?”

I grin at him over my shoulder. “Something like that.”

Alec huffs a laugh but doesn’t argue.

In the kitchen, he busies himself with preparing the batter, and I sit on one of the bar stools and watch him. Not because I’m trying to remember the recipe he meticulously prepares. I watch him because as Alec works, his face stoic with concentration, his fingers moving nimbly, his body relaxed, I don’t want to miss a single moment. It’s rare to see him so carefree, and I know it’s temporary. Soon, we’ll head back to the city, and our little bubble will burst. And who knows what we’ll do then.

The thought of not being with him every day, of not seeing him first thing in the morning, not hearing his voice as he whispers dirty things in my ear every night, is soul-crushing.

I want to tell him that.

But the thought of a rejection is terrifying.

I know he wants me. I know he cares for me. But what I want from him is bigger than that. I want everything. And I don’t know if he’s ready to give me that. If he’ll ever be.

Once upon a time he said that he loved me. He offered me his heart. And I stomped on it.

Why would he give me another chance?

“There we go,” Alec says, placing a plate in front of me. “Like I said, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it.”

I smile and nod eagerly, pretending to have heard what he’s been