Destroy For Her - R.B. Hilliard Page 0,55
out.”
His lips grazed her neck, causing goose bumps to erupt. “And, did you?”
As his teeth scraped across her pulse, tremors of lust thrummed through her body. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
His continued assault made her senses reel. “I can’t think straight when you do that,” she protested breathily.
“That’s the point.” He dropped a kiss onto her lips and lowered her to the ground.
Sex now, talk later, she thought as she moved toward the bed and began stripping off her clothes. She’d barely kicked off her panties when she felt him behind her. His muscular torso melded to her shoulder blades, his massive cock rubbing against the small of her back. Her gasp turned to a moan as his hand slid to her front, his long fingers slipping inside her body.
“Feel that?” he rasped against her ear.
“Yes,” she panted. How could she not?
“This is mine and only mine. Are we clear?”
Two can play that game. Snaking her hand around her back, she latched onto his mammoth cock, his grunt of surprise making her smile as she gave it a squeeze. “Feel that?”
“Mmhmm,” he moaned while at the same time pinching her clit.
She sucked in a sharp breath and began stroking. “This is mine and only mine.”
“Always.” His sexy, growly response sent tingles up her spine.
“Always,” she repeated.
They played with each other—him rubbing and her stroking—until they were both panting for it. She was on the verge of coming when he withdrew his fingers. She twisted to face him, a protest on the tip of her tongue, but the wild, predatory look on his face stole the breath from her lungs.
“On your back,” he commanded. Happy to comply, she scrambled for the bed while he grabbed a condom from his wallet. “These need to go.” He waved it in the air.
She didn’t disagree. Carlos had refused to use one. Thankfully, she’d had a six-month supply of birth control with her. He never knew, and she never told him. Truth be told, she’d hid them from him. Boy, was she glad she had. “I’m on the pill. Also, Doc tested me, and I’m clean.”
“Good. I’ll get tested tomorrow.” He dropped a knee to the edge of the bed and began crawling toward her. She opened for him. His tongue hit her mouth at the same time as he entered her. Sex with Alex was unlike anything she’d ever encountered. It was all-consuming, a total mind, body, and soul experience. Sometimes he took her fast and hard while at other times, like now, it was a slow, sensual fall into orgasmic bliss. He demanded, and she gave, but she also got something in return. She got a man who loved and respected her—a man who wanted her and would fight to keep her. She realized that now.
Afterward, as they lay entwined in each other’s arms, she played with his fingers while trying to form the right words to say.
“I can hear you thinking,” he mumbled.
“Sorry.”
His head turned, his gorgeous blue eyes connecting with hers. “What’s up?”
“I want to move in with you, and I would love nothing more than for us to be a family—”
He filled in her pause. “But?”
“But, I want more children.” There, she said it. The look on his face made her stomach drop. Oh, God, this was what she was afraid of, that they weren’t on the same page, and he wouldn’t want the same things.
“How many do you want?”
His question jerked her back from her pending meltdown. “Two, but if you only want one, that’s fine,” she quickly added.
Flipping onto his side, he began playing with a strand of her hair. “I’ve always wanted a son.” The lump in her throat slightly eased. “Of course, I’d take a daughter, or six, just as long as you eventually give me a boy.”
Her heart took flight, and she laughed. “I can do that.”
“My turn,” he said. “I’m not leaving the club.”
“Of course not,” she scoffed. “The club is your whole world.”
“Not my whole world, but a large part of it. I need you to know what you’re getting into. As my Ol’ lady, you’ll be in my bed and on the back of my bike. I know what Gibby did to you, and I understand that you’re scared, but I’m not him, and I refuse to live the rest of my life being punished for his mistakes. There are things I won’t be able to tell you, but as my Ol’ lady, there are things I will, even when I shouldn’t. I need to