Writing A Wrong (Write Stuff 2)

Despite my ploy to pretend to sleep, I couldn't help my body from moving against him, seeking to be closer. He didn't pull away like I might have expected after all the earlier tension. Instead, he urged me toward him, holding me within the comfort of his muscular arms.

My leg crept up and draped over his thigh as I fisted his shirt in my hand. I lifted it slowly while my mouth moved across the taut skin of his chest, capturing his nipple in my mouth. My tongued swirled, tickling him the way he liked and causing him to knot his fingers in my hair, anchoring my head in place.

A rapid fever of desire spread through me as my hand trailed down his stomach and discovered he was hard and ready. I stroked my hand against his jeans, feeling how badly he wanted more. His hips lifted slightly against my hand and I continued teasing his nipple with my tongue until it was equally hard.

Rolling to my back, I pulled Alec on top of me, gripping his ass until we were pressed together. The thunderous look in eyes made me want to rip his jeans off and demand that he enter me. Before I could say anything he crushed his lips to mine, taking my breath away unexpectedly. He was rough and bruising, but I wanted more. My heart raced faster as I felt my adrenaline pumping. My hips left the mattress over and over again, practically begging for him to remove the layer of clothing that separated us.

He rocked against me, continuing his assault on my mouth with his tongue. Without breaking contact, his hand found the snap of my jeans. I lifted my hips, allowing him to tug them roughly off my legs.

Alec stood up and removed his tee shirt and jeans swiftly as I watched. When he lay back down, my hands slid smoothly down his back, cupping his bare ass and pulling him against me. He responded by sitting up and positioning himself between my thighs, lifting my knees to my chest. His entry was as rough as his kiss had been. I gasped in pleasure, welcoming the full length of him. He pounded furiously against my hips, never taking his eyes from mine. It was the most primitive sex we'd had together. I not only accepted it willingly, but I welcomed it by moving frantically in rhythm with him.

His hand found the back of my neck, anchoring me in place before he stopped moving and pulled out of me. "No," I said, moaning my displeasure, but he covered my mouth with his as he entered me again in one hard thrust.

"You're mine," he growled against my lips.

A tear leaked from

the corner of my eye. "Yes," I gasped against his mouth, feeling him pulsate inside me. "Yes."

His lips softened as his pace changed.

"Got it?" he whispered, pulling back so he could look into my eyes. His hand caressed my neck while his hips slowly rocked against me. Each thrust was slow and smooth, filling me completely.

I felt my climax approaching and tried to fight it back, not wanting the moment to end. It was no use. He slid in and out, over and over again. The end was coming like a runaway train. "I love you," I gasped, gripping his backside as I rode out the wave. He swallowed my words with another kiss, thrusting faster before finding his own release.

He collapsed on top of me, shuddering slightly. I stroked my hands over his back to soothe him. I felt him go soft inside me, but neither of us moved. My legs remained locked around him. "I'm sorry," I finally murmured, placing my lips on his shoulder.

He responded to my words by rolling off me. I was so crushed, I climbed from the bed without looking back and raced to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I turned on the shower and stepped inside, letting the warm water wash away the tears falling freely down my cheeks.

Even after the closeness we had just shared I still had no idea where we stood, especially after his lack of response to my apology. I tipped my face up to the shower nozzle, accepting the fact that Alec and I may have made love for the last time. The bathroom door opened and I kept my face in the downpouring water. I wasn't sure I could handle whatever he had to say.

Alec slid the curtain open and stepped into the shower, sliding his arms around my waist. "I love you too." He squeezed me tightly as his lips kissed the back of my shoulder.

Neither of us wanted to leave the soothing hot water. It was as if all the pain from the past few days was being washed away. I lathered up my hands with body gel, gliding them over the surface of his perfectly sculpted physique. He watched me without saying a word, allowing me to control his body. I turned him around and added more soap to my hands. As I moved sensually down his side to his butt, I pulled him against me, pressing my breasts to his back. I swayed back and forth, my hardened nipples sliding across his slippery skin. My hands slithered around his waist to find him hard and ready again. Unable to take any more, Alec turned and spun me around. I pressed my palms to the wall as he took me with the water streaming down my back. Our gasps of pleasure and declarations of love echoed against the walls of the bathroom.

We spent the rest of the afternoon lying naked in bed. The rest of the Love Bus crew had already headed out, but I had an extra day in Philadelphia before catching a flight out west. Now that Alec and I had calmed down and mended fences, we were able to talk about the hurt and misgivings that had plagued us. We also decided it would be best if we left nothing on the table, so we hashed out everything, including the kiss, Greg's feelings for me, and what Alec would do about Candace. The only elephant left in the room was the small jewelry box that sat on the dresser. Neither of us brought it up.

We napped for several hours when our sleepless night from the day before crept up on us. It was the healing and time we both needed. The broken shards of my heart had found their way back together. I felt whole again.

Chapter 20

"What do you want to do today?" Alec asked, stroking a hand over my naked hip the next morning.

"Um, this," I mumbled with my eyes still closed.

He chuckled, softly kissing my shoulder. "We need to make the most of the day before tomorrow morning."

I cracked an eye open, trying to gauge whether he was bitter about our impending separation. His face was smooth and worry free.

"We could play in the snow," I offered.

"You want to build a snowman?"

"Ha, sure. I guess the hotel won't care. We'll have to be creative for the face."

Alec jumped from the bed, naked as a jaybird. He yanked the covers down, exposing my nudity. "Time to get this show on the road," he said, patting my bottom softly.

I sat up on one elbow, trying to tempt him back into bed. "Wouldn't you rather spend a little more time here?"