Want You Back - River Laurent Page 0,7

of sustenance after last night.”

Alex laughed. “This looks delicious, thanks Charlotte. I can’t remember the last time a woman cooked me breakfast.” He sat down and eagerly dug into his food.

I found myself wondering things about Alex as we ate. The reference to a woman cooking him breakfast. How many did he have in his past? Was he currently hung up over a woman? A man as hot as Alex could not be unattached. There had to be someone waiting in the wings.

Besides, what did it matter? Today was our last day together then we would both go back to our lives. His private life was none of my business.

“Mmmm… that was delicious. Thank you. I can see now why you’re in culinary school,” he said after he’d finished his food.

“You’re welcome.” Why did his compliments please me so much? Both of us were passing ships.

Alex pushed his chair back, and I experienced a moment of panic. Was he leaving already?

“I’ll clean up,” he said and carried the dishes to the sink.

“I have a dishwasher,” I told him.

“Nice,” he said. “I’ll stack them up then. What are your plans for the day?” We sounded like a couple, having a morning conversation.

“I like to walk along the river bank on Sunday mornings,” I told him. “Do you want to come?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I held my breath as I waited for his response.

It would be better if he said no. That he had to leave.

“I would love that,” he said.

Relief flooded me. I would have him a little longer. I grinned like a love-sick fool. “I’ll go grab a shower.”

“Wait,” he said. “Come here.” He leaned against the kitchen counter and faced me.

With my heart pounding hard, I closed the distance between us and stood close to him. So close that my breasts were touching his chest. Without warning, Alex gripped the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

I caught my breath as I stood half naked, with my breasts bared for him. My whole body heated under his lust-filled gaze. Then he growled. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. Unconsciously, I arched my back, pushing out my chest some more.

“They’re as beautiful as I remembered them last night,” he said. “I had to see them again this morning. Just to be sure.”

Alex in bed and Alex out of bed were two different men, I was discovering and I found both sides of him fascinating. He was sensual and dirty, and wild, and I had a feeling that he was reigning himself in. The out of bed Alex was playful and interesting to talk with.

A strange thought clicked into my head: I wanted all of Alex. I pushed it away with steely determination. Someday, some woman would be very lucky. What I did know was that I was not going to be that woman. My dreams and goals were too important to me.

Alex brought his mouth to one of my sensitive, still swollen peaks and hungrily sucked it. I threw my head back and let out a moan. Exquisite. Heaven. There were no words to describe the pleasure that flooded me from the things he was doing to my nipples with his tongue and teeth.

He shifted from one breast to another, showering each with attention. When he’d had his fill of my breasts, he trailed kisses down to my navel, kneeling in front of me. He pulled my shorts down, leaving me in my panties.

“Open your legs for me,” he said and I moved my legs, which had turned to jelly, apart.

“I love your scent,” he said as he brought his nose close to my pussy and sniffed it.

“Oh,” I said, shocked that he would do such a thing in the harsh light of the morning. He ran a single digit over the swell of my pussy. He gripped my thighs, brought his mouth between my legs, and nibbled my pussy over my panties.

I inhaled sharply. I was going to come before he even removed my panties. He dragged his finger up and down my covered slit, teasing me, making me ache for him shamelessly. My soreness was forgotten as I rubbed myself against his finger.

Alex licked and kissed along the hem of my panties. Everywhere but where I needed him.

“Alex. Please,” I begged.

“Patience, my love.”

My heart lurched. Had he just called me his love? Stop it, I told myself. They were just words spoken in the heat