Page 138 of Save Your Breath

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.

She sighed and I took it as my cue to slow down, to savor this moment the way I wanted to. There was no need to rush now. There was no one around to see us, no one to run from, no one to lie to. It was just me and her and hours to pretend like the world didn’t exist.

“You stupid girl,” I muttered against her lips as I lazily kissed her, each one long and slow and filled with intent. “You stupid, stupid girl. How did you not see it? How could you not know that I’ve been fucking obsessed with you since we were teenagers?”

“You rejected me,” she panted, fingers sliding each button of my dress shirt through the slits. “I tried to kiss you. I tried to be more than friends, and you turned me down.”

“Because you were drunk,” I defended, tugging her to sit up by the neck of her sweatshirt. I ripped it over her head and flung it to the side before I was on her and kissing again. “And when you were sober the next day, you pretended like nothing happened. I tried to talk to you about it but—”

“I was embarrassed.” She slid my shirt over my shoulders, and I sat on my knees long enough to shrug it the rest of theway off before we were connected once more. “I thought you felt sorry for me. Here I was, this pathetic little girl with a crush.”

“I had a crush on you, too.”

“You never told me.”

“Your father would have kicked me out if I did.”

Each confession came between clothes being shed — her shorts, my jeans, her bra, my briefs, her panties, my socks — until she was nude and I was bare but for the chain hanging around my neck. It kissed the swells of Mia’s breasts as I settled in again.

“Daddy loves you,” she argued, frowning.

“He does. But you’re his little girl, and I was a horny teenage boy from another country living under his roof. He had every right to be protective. I would have been disappointed if hehadn’tset boundaries.” I swallowed, running my knuckles over her cheek. “But that didn’t mean I didn’t dream of breaking them. Every fucking day I thought about risking it all, Mia, just to have one night with you.”

Mia shook her head, moaning when I flexed my hips, the shaft of my cock sliding between her legs and teasing her where she was wet and wanting.

“All this time,” she sighed, eyes fluttering shut, nails digging into my shoulders.

“I came for you when we were older,” I told her, burying my face in her neck and licking along her flesh. “I came to L.A. I was going to tell you how I felt. I was hoping like hell you felt the same. But then I got there and you were with that fucking rock star.”