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My common sense is screaming behind some wall of pleasure that’s so beautiful and so powerful, it washes away all my sanity. Biology is no match for common sense when it comes to Alexander Maddox, I’m learning. Something in me wonders if it’s because he’s basically perfect in every possible way. He’s an A-list alpha male apex New York predator. He’s also so gorgeous and hot and beautiful I literally can’t resist him.
I love his big muscles. I love the dark burn in his blue eyes. I love his thick black hair that never quite behaves like a CEO’s should. I even love his grumpiness, which is sexier than I know what to do with. Oh god. And I love how he feels when he teases my clit with his huge, rigid, silky length.
“Tell me what you want, Jones. Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and deep, just the way you like it.”
Damn it! “Yes. Please. Please fuck me,” I hear myself plead because I’m already starting to come and I’ve never experienced the kind of pleasure he coaxes from my quivering body. I cry out as his thickness forces entry, stretching me open and sliding deep, the hard, veined ridges of him rubbing against the soreness and most of all the sweet, perfect trigger that’s already tipping me over the edge.
He grips my ass and starts thrusting in a slow, in-out rhythm that feels so damn good all I can do is moan into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine.
The thick, slippery friction is too much. The pleasure is crazy, crashing through me in luscious clenches. My whole body is coming, milking his throbbing length in tight tugs, over and over. He groans a low oath as his release explodes, pumping his flooding heat deep inside me in rhythmic bursts until it’s dripping down my thighs.
We’re both breathing hard. I’m dazed and overwhelmed.
My head rests on his shoulder as he carries me to the bed, somehow keeping himself inside me. Only when he lays me down does his huge, spilling bulk slip from my body.
Alexander climbs up the bed and lays next to me. We stay like that for a while, face to face on the bed with his arm around me, just staring into each other’s eyes as he smooths my hair. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “Everything’s okay.”
Is it? I feel the sting of tears because this is all happening so fast and we’re both losing control and I don’t know how to stop it or slow it down. We need to talk about it and I don’t know how so I just blurt it out. “I’m not on the pill.”
He wipes my tear with his thumb sort of contemplatively. For a second I wonder if he heard me. “We’re going to go to this wedding,” he says. “Then tonight I’m going to hold you in my arms and tell you how beautiful you are. Tomorrow you’re going to come home with me. You’re going to stay with me and we’re going to talk everything through and figure this out.”
“Come home with you? I can’t come home with you.” That wasn’t part of our deal.
“You said Josh won’t be back until Monday.”
I told him that? I must have been rambling when I was trying to make small talk with the people at our table last night. Just hearing Alexander say my brother’s name somehow makes this whole thing feel much more real. “I can’t come home with you,” I say again.
That would be breaking our rule. The one where this is a fake date and we’re strangers and we play our roles and then we go our separate ways. That’s how this was supposed to play out.
Besides, tomorrow night I’m going to be scrambling around trying to find a pharmacy or an emergency clinic that can provide me with a Plan B because I keep getting so carried away, I’ve now had unprotected sex with a man I’ve known for one day at least five times.
“Ivy.” Alexander traces the wing of my eyebrow with his finger. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’m going to say it anyway. What we’re doing doesn’t feel like a mistake. It feels like it’s something we shouldn’t take for granted. I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’ve never felt like a Sasquatch capable of murder when another man checks out my date, who happens to be the most stunning girl I’ve ever seen in my life. I somehow got lucky enough to go on a fake date with a perfect little goddess who walked out of my wildest fantasies. When you get that lucky, baby, you don’t just let her walk away. You do whatever it takes to get another date with her. A real one, this time.”
Wow. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“I don’t have other girls. You’re my only girl. You’re the girl I want.”
“You can’t know that after one day,” I whisper.
“It’s not one day. It’s almost thirty years of feeling totally fucking empty.”
I have to ask it. “You don’t feel empty now?”
He pulls me closer, so my body is flush against his. His eyes are deep, the blueness of them almost surreal. “No. I don’t feel empty. What I feel like is that a supernova of beauty just landed in the middle of my life and I’m trying to figure out how to keep her there, because I’m addicted to her sweet smile. I feel like, after a lifetime of running, I might actually be trying to knock you up just so I can keep you. I don’t know what to do with all that, Jones, except whatever you need me to do to look at me and begin to see a future.”
20
Alexander escorts me to my seat, which is at the outer edge of the first row. He leans down to kiss me—a real kiss, his tongue touching mine, like a claim.
Then he makes his way up to the front, to the altar, where Blake, Margot, the minister and the other groomsmen are already waiting, watching us both.
They’re not the only ones whose heads turn toward me. I’m wearing a fitted sleeveless gold dress that hugs my curves and my gold high-heeled sandals.
But I’m hardly worried about my outfit.
I’m still flushed from all those things Alexander said to me. And from the confusion I’m feeling. The lust that’s digging into me, burrowing its power into my soul with shards of something else altogether. Something new and hopeful.
Do I want a real date with Alexander Maddox? Do I want to spend the night with him tomorrow night…for real? As two people who aren’t faking it at all, but are instead choosing to enter brand new territory that includes both emotion and reality? We already know we have a crazy chemistry and an intense physical attraction to each other. But can you build a relationship on that? Do I want to?
