Billionaires Runaway Bride

I was utterly under his spell—even if that small part of me told me to stop this before it could continue on. We were both intoxicated. This was Harry’s former friend. It was too fucked up and complicated to do something like this. I had no idea what I was doing with my life.

Despite all these reasons bouncing around in my head anxiously, I still couldn’t control that surge of heat rising

throughout me. Every inch of Alfie’s body was pressed up against mine in the most deliciously intimate way. The strength of his body shifting against my hold as his hands trailed down my sides elicited a shiver from me. He ran his hands over my hips before curving backward to my ass.

I gasped against the kiss when his fingers dug into the flesh there before continuing down. In one easy lift, he hooked his hands behind my knees. I wrapped my legs eagerly around his waist without pause. Desire flooded my entire body. All those reasons were gone as I found my hips grinding up against a hardness that strained against the fabric of Alfie’s pants. His cock felt so good against my softness.

My back collided with the wall behind me. My shoes tumbled from my hands to the floor while I grasped at Alfie’s strong shoulders. Nothing could stop the lust raging through me. So long. It had been too long since it felt this good to be touched by a man who actually wanted to touch me. With Harry, it had been business-like. Wham. Bam. That was it.

Lost to the sensation of him, I shifted my hips to feel his thick erection against the need pulsing around my clit. Alfie broke off the kiss with a primal groan. The sound brought a new flood of emotions through me, and deciding that I like this rough side of him, I rolled my hips again. His hands grasped at the back of my thighs almost painfully.

Sucking in a harsh breath, he rested his forehead against mine. Our frantic breaths intermingled as I tried to decipher the conflicted look on Alfie’s face.

“Do you want this?” he asked, breathlessly. “I-I-I can’t stop if we keep going at this. I just want to make sure that you’re okay with us doing this. I want to fuck you so bad, Molly. Tell me. Now.”

This was it. This was my escape route from a potentially hazardous situation. Except, I couldn’t find it in me to pull away. I wanted this. I wanted Alfie. Damn the consequences.

Tilting my head up, I looked him directly in the eye. Lust and desire had caused his eyes to darken to an almost dangerous and primal glint. A shudder went up my spine as I reached forward to start on the buttons of his shirt.

“I want this,” I said and dipped my fingers in to touch the exposed skin there. “I want you. I need you. Now.”

Alfie’s eyelids fluttered in response to that. One hand drifted up to touch the hemline of my shirt. A thumb dipped in to touch the skin there teasingly, and I arched up against his touch, craving even more.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

I bit back my frustration because I knew he was trying to be a gentleman about everything. We were both drunk, and he wanted to make sure I was still capable of making choices.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure. Just shut up and kiss me.”

The corner of his lips curved upward. “With pleasure,” he said and crushed his lips against mine in another ardent kiss that left me panting and writhing against him in lust.

My back lifted away from the wall. Clinging to his shoulders uncertainly, I tore my lips away from his to voice my objections. He didn’t give me a chance to say a word. His lips attacked the exposed skin of my neck while he encouraged my legs to wrap around his waist tighter. He moved us up the stairs, his fingers digging into my ass painfully.

It was pitch black besides for the moonlight coming in through the windows. It was a battle now with our bodies straining desperately against each other while my fingers worked on the last button of Alfie’s shirt. Dimly aware of the spacious room, we collapsed on the soft and silky covers of a bed.

A gasp left me when I felt the delicious weight of Alfie’s body pressing up against mine. He nestled himself between my legs without hesitation. His hips pressed up against mine intimately—a tease of what was about to come.

Heavy breaths and wanton gasps filled the room. I reached up to shove the fabric away from his broad and cut chest. My fingers danced along his torso while I felt strong core muscles shift as Alfie leaned back on his knees to shrug out of his shirt. Every inch of him was built for strength. Tight muscles bulged out through hot skin. He was a man who took such good care of himself.

Alfie’s fingers trailed down to grab at the hemline of my shirt. He hesitated for a moment until I raised my arms impatiently in a wordless sign of permission. He tossed it aside the abyss alongside the bed, I arched up to unclasp my bra to speed the process up. I heard Alfie chuckle in amusement through the darkness of the room.

“A bit impatient?” he teased, his fingers ghosting the skin on my stomach.

I felt the clasp give away to release my breasts. “You have no idea how impatient I am. I haven’t had a man take care of me in so long.”

I wanted to explain how it was between me and Harry, but there was no fucking way I was messing up the moment. I wanted him naked and pressed to the front of me, driving into me with a passion that would burn. Every cell in my body ticked with the desire for release. And more than that…I wanted to see him through his.

Warm and callused fingers cupped my breasts with ease and tenderness. The fire in my belly started to spread throughout the rest of my body. Burying my fingers in the soft strands of Alfie’s hair, I let out a startled gasp when hot breath circled my right breast before his tongue darted out to tease the sensitive flesh there. I writhed in pleasure as Alfie took his time in suckling at each breast before trailing hot kisses down my navel.

My heart thumped hard against my ribcage as the clasp of my jeans loosened, followed by steady fingers tugging the fabric down. I lifted my thighs eagerly to help him before sitting up to smash my lips up against his in a fevered kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance again while our hands explored the bare skin that was exposed.

Black tendrils of hair curled against my fingertips as I trailed a hand down to the button of Alfie’s jeans. His lips were pressing hot kisses down the column of my neck. The intoxicating effect of the liquor and his hot body pressed up against mine made it incredibly hard to concentrate on working the zipper down. Once the fabric slackened, I dipped a hand into to grasp at his arousal, his cock so thick and hard. Chill bumps broke out on my skin, and I moaned at the delicious sensation of his pre-come wetting my palm.

Alfie growled against my neck. His hips jerked when I gave an experimental pump before he pulled my hand away.

“I don’t think so,” he whispered, pushing me onto my back. “It’s not going to happen that way, love. I want to feel your body wrapped around mine.”

“I want that so bad.” A shiver went through me at the pet name even though I knew it was a common thing for the British to say.