Stir Me (Rouse Me 2)

"I haven't heard from her in a few weeks," I say. "I'm sure she's the same. Lonely but okay."

She rests her head against my chest, sighing. "I'm more worried about the loneliness."

I brush my fingers against my chin, tilting her head so our eyes connect. "You know I'd never..."

"I know, but..." Her gaze drifts to the pool in the backyard.

The first place we kissed, though from the look on her face I really hope she's not reliving the utter exhilaration of our lips meeting. If she is, she must be thinking of what an ass I was to pursue her so aggressively, what with the small matter of her being engaged to my business partner.

I reach for her hand. God, it feels so good just to hold her hand. I feel safe, like nothing could hurt either of us. "I want a life with you, Ally. I don't have a life with her anymore. A weekend a month maybe."

"Two most months."

"Still. I don't want her. I don't want anyone but you."

"Really?" A little spark returns to her eyes.

"Of course. I want you so badly it kills me. I'd drive to Las Vegas and marry you tonight if I thought you'd have me."

Her pink lips curve into a smile. "And you'd text Ryan a play by play."

"He needs to know all the details of our newlywed sex."

"You're insane."

"You should see what I sent him when you were getting dressed."

"I know what it said--I'm an awful tease and I'm constantly torturing your poor, innocent ex-fiancée."

She smirks, and it's like the lights in the room finally turned on.

"Would you prefer if I didn't torture you?" I ask. "Say if I never sucked on your nipples?"

"Luke!" Her cheeks turn red. Beet red.

"So you don't like that?"

"Of course I... You're awful. You know that?"

I move towards her until I feel the warmth of her body. She unfolds her arms, her eyes still on mine, and wraps them around my neck. I kiss her, hard. My hands slide up her sides and she arches into me, a soft moan escaping from her mouth to mine.

"Alyssa..."

"I like the sounds of that 'Alyssa.'" Her hands slide down to my shoulders and she pushes me onto the carpet. She shifts her body onto mine, straddling me.

"We're going to have this conversation eventually."

"Later is eventually." She lowers her body onto mine, her legs squeezing mine, her chest pressing against mine. She kisses me hard. All I want is to be inside her again, until she's screaming my name and digging her nails hard into my back.

"After we talk," I say.

She rolls off me and flops on the carpet. "Okay. Talk."

"It's a good talk."

"Likely story."

"I love you."