Page 53 of Alexander: Alexander's Story

His head pokes out around the door while he washes his hands.

“Home.”Oh.

Throwing on a sports bra, a pair of leggings, and a long-sleeve thermal, I ask, “Do I need to bring anything?” When he walks back into my bedroom, he’s fully dressed and ready to go.

“I’d say bring everything.” We’re really just going to skip dating and everything in between and go back to being married people who live together?

“Hold on,” I grab his arm to stop him from going to my closet. “Maybe we should start slow. Maybe we should have that date that never happened…” I trail off, remembering the searing pain when he said what he’d done that night. He went to the ridge with no plans to come back. I hated every second, every word. He came home, though, and I told him I hated him. I hate myself for that.

“Em,” He inhales deeply, holding my chin in his hand. “I don’t know how to be normal and justdate. But I do know that being with you is easier than breathing.” His exhale is shaky.

“I don’t fall in love with anyone, Em, but I did with you. I think about all the things that had to happen that night for me to find you.” He places a soft kiss on my lips. “It wasn’t an accident.”

“It wasn’t,” I whisper back because I’ve thought about it a hundred times. For whatever reason, I was supposed to meet Alexander Palomino that morning. I don’t know if it was fate, or destiny, but it wasn’t an accident. I know that.

“I was somewhere I didn’t want to be, and something told me to get up and leave. And it told me to keep going and not stop until there was you. And you were perfect. In every way. Youareperfect, Emma.” The air leaves my lungs with a gasp.

“I love you, Alex,” I say it for the first time, officially, and there’s tears in his eyes. “But I’m scared.” I’m nervous that this is temporary, which might be okay. Except that my temporary is months or years, Alex’s is an hour. Could I accept that, knowing how fleeting this probably is? Do I even have a choice?

I could say no, but all he would have to do is touch me, and I would be back to yes.

“I might hurt you, but you could hurt me too, so I guess we have to decide to take that chance together?” He’s not perfect, but neither am I.

“Promise me, if you ever stop wanting this, you’ll just tell me?” I ask him, fear lacing each word.

“I promise,” he says back with conviction. And I believe him. Atthismoment, I wholeheartedly believe that he believes that, too.

I wake up with a hand furled around my curly hair, a leg draped over my hip, and the deepest burn between my thighs. And we’re inhisroom. Not mine.

The fist seems to tighten, and the leg grips me tighter, sending his thick length deeper into my backside.Oh god, it hadn’t been a dream.

My greedy body angles my hips higher, and a hand comes down to my abdomen, holding me in place.

More. I want to moan; I want to arch my back, driving his length deeper.

“Emma,” his voice is hoarse and strained.

“Alexander,” I say back, my tone mirroring his.

“Can you tell me what my little wife wants?”Little wife.The hand on my abdomen grips and tightens before releasing me.

This time, I’m not noble enough to stop. I want to feel the weight of him on top of me; I want him feasting on me, claiming me, and I want it now.

I pull his hand down, easing it between my legs, and he exhales slowly, the hot air skirting over the side of my face.

“God, you’re beautiful, Em,” he says as his hand dips lower, gliding against my bare skin.

My nipples pull taught as I look down to watch his large hand dip between my thighs, forcing them open.

He lifts his leg off mine and hitches it higher so he can reach me, sending his dick sliding between my legs in turn. But he doesn’t try to enter me. Instead, he slides a thick finger between my lips, finding me hot and wet for him.Am I really going to let him fuck me?

“Alex…” I say softly, and he moves the finger down, swirling around my entrance before coming to rest the finger over my clit. God, I want to buck against that finger. I want to praise it for existing, then ride it into tomorrow.

“Yeah?” he asks, his face pressing into the curls at the back of my head.

“I’ve never…been with anyone…before.” The hand between my thighs disappears, and I freeze with embarrassment, rolling my eyes up to keep from looking stupidly at the absence.

“How do you mean?” He asks while holding his hand away from my body.