Instead of showing me mercy, Alex stalks toward me, pulling me into a hot, wanton and dirty kiss. He tastes like coffee and mint, and I can’t get enough of him.
“How are you even here?” he whispers.
“Sophie. Since you conspired with my sisters, you brought plotting with each other’s siblings to the table.”
He holds me close, both arms wrapped around me, pressing me against his chest. Oh boy. He barely arrived, and he’s already snuggling me. Can I keep this man? Forever and ever? I really want to keep him.
“What’s that delicious smell?”
I grin impishly, wiggling against his body. Yep, all those muscles are just as hard as I remember. “I baked you a welcome-home apple pie. Momma’s recipe. And please know, I don’t bake that for just anyone.”
Alex takes my face in his hands, resting his thumbs on my temples. “Is that your way of telling me I’m special to you, baby?”
The voice of reason urges me to hold back, because this could blow up in my face at any moment. What are the chances of an international star falling in love with me? When he could have any beauty in Hollywood, any runway model? If I’m honest though, the “holding myself back” ship sailed a while ago.
And the way he looks at me? I swear it seems to say that he wants to keep me for good too.
“You are very special, Alex.”
“Good. Because you mean the world to me.”
My stomach flips back and then flips some more as he kisses my forehead, snuggling me again. I don’t know if this is official snuggle day or anything, but I soak it all up, right until it’s time to take the pie out. Once it’s on the counter, Alex reaches for it, but I pat his hand away.
“It’s scalding hot. You’ll get burned. Wait a bit.”
“I don’t like to wait when I’m hungry.”
He levels me with his gaze, unleashing the full power of his million-dollar smolder. I’m tempted to check if my panties have melted off. They certainly feel on fire. He’s not hungry just for pie. Oh, goodie. My body has been in a state of semi-arousal since I woke up, in anticipation of sexy shenanigans.
He holds me against him, covering my mouth with his, and by God, this isn’t just a kiss. It’s the kiss of all kisses. It feels sweeter and hotter than before, more intimate.
He trails his mouth down my neck, one hand slipping under the hem of my shirt. I press my hips into him, almost involuntarily parting my legs.
“Alex,” I whisper.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive. Those sounds you make drive me crazy.”
“What sounds? I’m quiet.”
“You try to be, but the way you swallow those moans... makes me wonder just how much pleasure you can take before you fall apart. Makes me want to test your limits.”
A shiver runs through me, and I pull back just enough to look him in the eyes... which are hooded and full of lust.
“Fuck... you want me to test you, to push you, don’t you, Summer?”
Well, duuuh.
“I do. But here we are, still talking. Kind of makes me think you don’t really mean it.”
I’m nearly bouncing on my toes, waiting for his reaction. The flesh between my thighs has turned tender already, greedy for his touch. Whenever I push him, he answers with sexy treats... or sexy threats. Yum. Which one will it be now? I have my answer when Alex lifts me over his shoulder, carrying me caveman style all the way to the bedroom.
***
Time is my enemy. It passes too fast when I’m enjoying something, and too slow when I’m dreading something. So of course, by the time we emerge from the bedroom, we’re on a tight schedule.
“This is delicious,” Alex exclaims, gobbling down my pie like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. In the meantime, his free hand is shamelessly feeling up my ass.
“Hey! My pie demands your full focus. So does my butt. Focus on one thing at a time.”