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He kisses me deeply.
In that moment, the world falls away. Dixon's lips are firm against mine, possessive, powerful, and his kiss sends every thought scattering like leaves in a high wind. I moan, and I respond with a hunger from the deepest part of me.
This isn’t a charade.
This is him.
This is me.
And this is all-too real.
His hands cradle my face, thumbs brushing away the ghost of old fears and new uncertainties. I let out a small sigh that's swallowed by the warmth of his mouth moving against mine, and all the barriers I’ve built, all the walls that made me who I am — they just don’t seem so necessary anymore.
“Alexandra,” he whispers. “Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. This isn't an ending. It’s not even a beginning. It’s just... us. And right now, that’s all we need.”
I kiss him once more, famished for something that I denied myself for so long.
At the end of that kiss, I look into his eyes. What I see reflected in there are the same emotions that scream inside my chest and something deeper, something I never really thought I’d find, especially not with him. Yet maybe I didn’t find it, maybe it found me.
“You’re right. Let’s leave that question for the future. Right now, there’s a bigger, more important question right in front of us.”
“What’s that?”
“Will you come to bed with me?”
Chapter Nineteen
Alexandra
Dixon doesn’t answer with words. He kisses me with fierce, determined possession. His kiss backs me against the wall. His tongue glides between my lips, twists around my tongue, and pulls a deep, yearning moan from my chest.
He consumes me.
“I shouldn’t want you,” he says. His words turn into a groan as I grip his cock through his jeans. “I’m wrong for you. You know that, too, right?”
“I know I should hate you. I think I still do. But I can’t fight what happens in my body every time I’m close to you. There was so long where it felt like I was cold and dead inside, like I was just existing for one thing — to get revenge on you — but once I got close to you, once I touched you, it was like something inside me caught on fire.”
“Don’t fight it.” His mouth is against my neck, his hands lifting the hem of my shirt. My skin raises in goosebumps in the chill air of my apartment, and I raise my arms in a gesture of surrender as he lifts my shirt off me. “Don’t fight this.”
“I won’t. I can’t. This is what I want,” I say. I grab his cock again through his jeans. “Want it and need it.”
Zipper down, buttons undone, I remove his pants and kneel in front of him, and carefully wrap my hands around his thick cock.
“Then take it,” he moans.
I take him into my mouth, relishing the groan that vibrates from his throat. Dixon's hands find their way to the back of my head, guiding me with an urgency. His hips thrust forward, seeking more of the hot, wet welcome my mouth offers.
"Alexandra," he breathes out my name like a prayer mingled with a curse, and I can't help but feel a surge of power wash over me. I am the one making this unshakable man unravel. “Oh, fuck, the things you do with your mouth.”
I stand up, pressing my body against his. “That was just a preview of what I want to do to you. Now it’s your turn to undress me."
With deft fingers, he divests me of the remaining clothes. He hoists me onto the counter effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist, anchoring myself to him.
Dixon looks down at me with eyes darkened by lust and something more dangerous, something like longing, yet stronger, deeper, and even trying to put a name to the emotion that burns in his eyes frightens me.
“Lie back.”
I do.
