Alpha Hero - Hope Ford Page 0,20

safe and the fact that he’s attracted to me, is making me crazy and has me thinking all kinds of things I shouldn’t be.

“Terry?” I ask him and I know he can hear the shiver in my voice. It’s like a loaded question: What are we doing here?… I know we should stop… but I don’t want to.

The flex of my hips pushes down against his hardness and he moans again. His hands slide up my rear, across my back, over my shoulders and cup my face.

He says exactly what I’m thinking. “I want this, April. I want you. But I know it’s wrong. I know it’s too soon. You need to tell me. Just say the words and I’ll walk out that door.”

His heart is thundering underneath me, his nostrils flare and his eyes are wide. It’s like he’s wide awake and not been sleeping for hours.

I know it’s wrong, but I can’t fight this… I don’t want to.

I close my eyes, working up the courage to say to him how I feel. “I know it’s wrong. But I don’t have the strength to send you away, Terry. Not tonight. Just give me tonight… then we’ll go back to the way things were.”

I can tell he doesn’t like the idea. I can tell just by the way his face pinches that he wants to argue with me, but before I can question him about it, he nods his head, leans down, and captures my lips with his.

I don’t know what I expected, but it isn’t this. His hands cradle my head while he nips at my lips. His tongue strokes the seam, begging for entrance. When I part my lips, his tongue pushes into my mouth and I groan at the contact. He turns his head to the side, gaining better access until he’s devouring me and any thoughts I had of this not being a good idea flee from my mind.

I can kiss him for hours, but I don’t want to wait. I pull away from him, grabbing his shirt and trying to pull it up over his head. But it’s an impossible feat with me lying on top of him. Getting on my knees, I straddle his body and raise up until only our lower halves are touching. I grind my sex into his hard rod because these horny feelings are almost too much to bear.

He pulls his shirt up and tosses it to the floor. He reaches for me and pulls my shirt off and then reaches for my bra. I don’t have time to be self-conscious. His gaze is hungry and there’s no stopping him or what he’s after. As soon as my bra falls down my arms, he has my breasts cradled into his hands. I arch my back, pushing into him. When his thumbs graze my hard, pointy nipples, I gasp and push myself further into his hands. He sits up, wraps his lips around my nipple and my whole body burns at the feeling.

He gives them each attention, moving from one breast to the other, and never before have I felt so cherished.

In a frenzy, I stand up and remove my pants and underwear until I’m standing over him, naked. The urge to cover myself, to hide the bulge of my stomach is there and I’m about to do so until I look into his eyes. There’s no faking what I see there. He’s looking at me with desire. His gaze goes across my chest, down my stomach and to the very core of my sex. He can probably see my desire dripping down my legs. I kick my feet wider apart, wanting him to see it, wanting him to see what he does to me.

His hand goes down to his jean-covered cock and he adjusts himself. “Fuck, honey, you’re perfection.”

I smile at him, because his words are perfection. They soothe me and give me the confidence to do what I want to do.

I trail my finger across his hard nipple down to his belly button and down his hairy happy trail. I flick the button on his jeans and slowly pull down his zipper. He’s holding his breath, and it feels like his body is vibrating under my touch.

I slide my hands to pull down his jeans, but I guess I’m not doing it fast enough because he grabs on to them and pulls his pants and underwear down in one fast swoop.

Once they’re off and he’s kicked them to the