catching my heated gaze in the mirror. He poises his lips near my ear, tickling me with his plump lips and his dirty words.
“You like to watch, don’t you, Olivia?”
I nod, unable to help myself. He strokes harder, faster, deeper, and I dig my nails into his back, trying to stay afloat, when every part of me wants to sink.
I do it anyway.
I fall at that moment. I fall for the man with a hard exterior. I fall for the man who has the potential to destroy me.
Mainly because he’s worth falling for.
He’s worth risking my heart for.
“Lucky”—Chelsea Cutler, Alexander 23
We collapse against each other, resting back on the car. My hands tighten around her perfect petite body. My fingertips dig into her flesh, as I get a whiff of her. She’s everywhere around me, wrapped up in me. I’ll never have enough of her. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m like a fiend. I’ll keep coming back for more. No matter how badly things might turn out. A part of me knows I should turn away now, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
Slowly, I dislodge myself from her body and gently set her back down on her feet. She lets out a shaky breath, her body trembling. I can’t tell if it’s because she was wearing those soaked clothes for so long or because of what just happened. I glance down at her, the same time she peers down between her legs, and that’s when I see it. My cum slides down her creamy thighs, and, fucking hell, I know I should be berating myself for not using a condom, but it takes all my willpower not to whirl her around and fuck her over the hood of this car again.
I turn away from her, trying to pull myself together, and grab some paper towels to help her clean between her legs. When I turn back toward her, paper towel in hand, I see her face is a bright red shade.
Did she think I’d leave her like that? Standing there helplessly, with my cum still dripping between her legs?
Dropping down to my haunches, I pat her outer thigh, indicating for her to spread her legs. She does so slowly. I settle the towel between her legs and cup her sex, wiping her clean. She lets out a sharp gasp. Her hand settles on my shoulder for support, those fingernails digging into my skin. I glance up at her, and the way she’s looking down at me right now, she’s lucky I have her car to fix, or I’d be fucking her all over again.
“You’re gorgeous. Every single inch of you.” With my hand still cupped over her drenched core, I grasp the back of her thigh, in my other hand, and trace soft circles over her flesh.
Heat rises to her cheeks. Something flits over her features, as we stare at each other. She glances away, gathering her thoughts, before looking at me again.
“We didn’t use a condom. Are you…are you clean?”
Still caressing her skin, I nod. “I am.”
Her slender throat works a swallow. “That’s good. That’s really good,” she repeats, as if she’s unsure of what to say. It has me fighting back a smile. “I’m clean too. You know, in case you’re worried. I’m on the pill, too, so, I guess you don’t really need to worry about all this.” She gestures around the mess between her legs, and the smile I was fighting breaks free. She’s damn cute when she’s nervous.
“That’s good,” I murmur, as I finish wiping between her legs. I didn’t think it was possible for her cheeks to get any redder than they are, but I was wrong. With her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, she stares down at me, questions floating in her eyes.
“What are we doing, Rome? I…I don’t do this.”
I push upright, tossing the soiled towel. “Neither do I.”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s a lie. I’ve seen you do it. But I’m saying I don’t. One-night stands aren’t my thing. I can’t—”
I whirl on her, a glare plastered across my face. “Who said this was a one-time thing?”
Her eyes widen. “You mean…you want to keep doing this?”
Releasing a pent-up sigh, I step into her, crowding her against the car, and I slip my hand around her neck. “I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you standing by that goddamn rental truck, watching me ride in. I wanted to fuck you when you brought that fucking