Baiting Him (How to Catch an Alpha 2)

Completely lost in the feel of his heavy weight settling against me while he kisses the side of my neck, I wrap my arms around him tightly, whispering “I think I love you” into his skin. When my mind registers his muscles bunching under my palms, I realize what I just said and squeeze my eyes closed.

Oh goodness. There’s a huge difference between saying “I think I love you” to him and admitting to myself I’m falling in love. What was I thinking? Oh yeah, I wasn’t thinking at all. My mind was in Gaston heaven.

“What?” He pulls back, and my eyes open while my hold on him loosens.

“What?” I repeat as his gaze holds mine hostage.

“What did you say?” Every muscle in my body gets tight while the breath in my lungs gets trapped there. “Chrissie.” My name is filled with warning.

I attempt to play dumb, even with my mind still partly mush and my body still floating on the high of my orgasms. “Did I say something?”

“You did.” His expression softens while he slides his arms under my back and lifts me up to face him, causing my breath to catch as he slides impossibly deeper. “You think you love me.”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“Because the words ‘I think I love you’ came out of your mouth not even a minute ago,” he answers, with a small smile forming on his lips.

“Cock,” I blurt, placing my hands against his warm chest, and his head jerks back.

“Pardon?”

“I think I love your cock.” I nod my head, a little proud of myself for coming up with that on a whim. “You missed the words ‘your cock.’”

He grins, and there’s something about it that’s a little scary, but before I can figure out what it is about his look that sets me on edge, he lifts me off the counter and starts toward his bedroom.

“Gus . . .”

“Quiet,” he demands.

My eyes widen, and my heart starts to pound; then, before I have time to prepare for the loss of him, he releases me suddenly and I fall backward, bouncing against the mattress. “What are you doing? I have to get ready . . .” The words for work get lost as he comes down over me, kissing me deeply and turning me on all over again with one kiss.

He drags his mouth from mine, then trails his lips to my breast, licking over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My body arches and my fingers slide through his hair as I silently beg him to continue. When he pulls away once more, my lashes flutter open.

“If you can’t say it again without coming, I’ll make you come over and over until you tell me what you said.”

I keep my mouth closed, and he grins his scary grin once more before moving to my other breast. I do everything I can to control my body’s reaction to him as he manipulates both my breasts with his mouth, teeth, and tongue, and I succeed until he skillfully slides his hand between my legs. The moment he zeros in on my clit with his thumb and thrusts two fingers inside me, I cry out his name and get lost on the waves of euphoria building deep within me. With nothing else to do, I hold on to him, digging my nails into his skin and whimpering into his mouth as he kisses me.

“Tell me what you said.” The words are growled against my lips, and I jerk my head from side to side—not in denial of his request but in shock as the walls of my pussy start to convulse and I come. His fingers slow their invasion, but they never stop completely, which means one orgasm becomes another. He doesn’t give me a chance to recover from another world-altering climax; he settles himself between my legs and thrusts into me hard.

I moan, wrapping myself around him, and breathe, “I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Tell me what you said.” He circles my oversensitive clit, and I shake my head and close my eyes as my pussy ripples around his cock.

“Gus,” I whisper, overwhelmed. It feels like every inch of me is on fire.

“Look at me.”

My lashes flutter open again. I stare into his eyes and see warmth, devotion, and happiness looking back at me. A sense of peace and rightness washes through every cell in my body, and I lean up, placing my lips against his. I tell him the truth, knowing down to my soul that he can handle it. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Thank God,” he hisses, right before he captures my mouth and links our hands together, lifting them over my head. His weight settles heavily on me, and his thrusts turn lazy and slow as he slides in and out. I hold him with my legs around his hips, and we come simultaneously, clinging to one another until the waves of ecstasy begin to fade away.