Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“All I’ve ever wanted is you.”
And then his lips were on mine.
It was a claiming kiss — his hands in my hair, fingers curling around my neck, thumbs caressing my jaw. His lips were warm and firm and insistent, seeking more more more until I opened for him and melted and relented and surrendered.
Mine, that kiss said.
Mine, mine, mine.
I heard it in the groan that came from his throat, saw it in the bend of his eyebrows, felt it in the desperate way he held me to him — like I might disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly.
Yours, my body echoed.
Yours, yours, yours.
All the worry I felt in the ride over, all the hesitation and anxiety that had bubbled in my stomach evaporated instantly.
Because I knew now without even asking.
He felt the same way I did.
“You,” Aleks repeated, the word muttered in between kisses. “All I’ve ever wanted is you.”
And then he was pushing me back toward the SUV, not taking his lips off me until James opened the door and Aleks helped me inside. As soon as the door shut behind us, snuffing out the lights and the noise, he was on me again.
Hands. Arms. Lips. Eyes.
“I didn’t want to do this,” he said, the words apologetic and anguished. “I couldn’t. I tried but I couldn’t go through with it. She was there, in my lap, and I felt sick, Mia. I felt so fucking sick I wanted to die.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say something when Isabella made the call?”
“I knew what I’d agreed to. I knew it would all end eventually. I just thought…”
“After the hurricane…”
“Yes.”
“Something changed.”
“Yes,” he breathed, kissing my neck, my jaw. James was in the front seat next to our driver, and I was thankful for the privacy as Aleks’s hands roamed and pawed and claimed.
“I thought it didn’t matter to you,” I whispered. His thumb wiped away the tear that came with that admission before it could fall.
“I thought you didn’t want me.”
“I thought you were avoiding me, that you were worried I’d read too much into what happened.”
“I thought I wasn’t good enough.”
My chest cracked with that one, with how strained the words were when they left his lips. I kissed him just as urgently as he did me, pausing to press our foreheads together.
“I thought I wasn’t your type.”
A breath of a laugh from his nose, but it wasn’t a humorous laugh. It was sad, devastated, the weight of all we never said crushing both of us.
“I hate our thoughts,” he murmured.
“Yeah, same,” I said, and then I was clinging to him even more, climbing into his lap, desperate to be closer. “Fuck our thoughts.”
“Fuck them so hard.”
I straddled his lap and Aleks kissed me and kissed me, his mouth roving over my lips, my neck, my collarbone and my jaw before they restarted the route. I whimpered under his confident touches, heat building in my core like a volcano sure to erupt.
And the second the car pulled up to Aleks’s building, my hand was in his as he dragged me inside, the world and all its questions left behind us.
No One to Run From
Aleks
Mia’s back hit my front door with a thud as soon as it was shut behind us, me pressing my weight into her as her arms and legs wrapped around me and squeezed.
“What about Isabella and Giana?” she breathed into my mouth as I kissed her.
“They’ll be fine.”
“We should let them know what happened.”
“Tomorrow.”
“They’re going to see the pictures. They’re going to—”
“Woman,” I growled, nipping at her neck before I reluctantly stopped my kissing long enough to frame her face and make her look at me. “They’re fine. Everyone will be fine. We can handle the PR shit show in the morning. Right now, no one gets access to us. Right now, you don’t owe anyone a phone call or a text or an explanation. Right now?” I lined her bottom lip with my thumb. “You’re mine.”
She stared at me for a long moment, unsure, before I watched and felt her body melt with relief. She nodded, hands moving for me, fingers curling at the nape of my neck and pulling me into her.
“They can wait,” she whispered, still undecided.
“They can wait,” I echoed.
And then I did everything I could to erase all the worries that plagued her.
My hands found her hips, holding her securely in my arms as I walked us blindly through my dark condo back toward my bedroom. There were so many places I wanted to take her. I pictured fucking her against my windows, spreading her wide on my kitchen island, lathering her up in my shower.
But tonight, I wanted her in my bed.
My heart was a steady drum in my chest as I dropped her into my sheets, bed still unmade from this morning. She giggled as I fell down on top of her, moving her up until her head hit the pillows, until I was settled between her legs, balancing my weight on my elbows with my forearms framing her beautiful face.