A small, triumphant smile starts to form on my lips, and I get ready for the onslaught of his lips. I’m ready to give it back to him just as hard.

Instead, Alex drops his hand from the back of my head and with a speed that leaves me blinking in astonishment, he brings it down between my legs. Brushing right past the short hem of my robe, he pushes the palm of his hand against me roughly while his index finger enters smoothly because I’m soaked with need.

My head falls back and my eyes roll upward before fluttering closed as I feel the sensation of what he’s doing to me.

“Christ,” Alex growls as he pulls his finger out and then pushes two back inside my slickness.

I can’t even respond; a guttural sound pours out of me while my h*ps flex against his hand.

“Is that what you wanted?” he pants as he wraps his other arm around me even tighter, his fingers moving in and out of me in a not-so-gentle way.

“Yes,” I cry out when his fingers curl inward, massaging a spot inside of me that I had read about once, but figured mine got misplaced or something. Now I know it exists.

“Please tell me to slow down, Sutton,” he begs me softly, but I can tell by the tone of his voice, he wants it this way—wild, crazy, out of control—just as much as I do.

“No,” I deny his request, feeling my blood racing in response to the movement of his hand against me. “I need more. Want more.”

Alex finally kisses me, grinding his lips against me roughly as he pumps his fingers between my legs. I can feel the rumblings of an orgasm and this causes me some dismay because I’m not ready to let go of this feeling just yet. I need to see Alex just a bit more out of control with me.

“Alex,” I beg as I grip onto his biceps…but I’m not sure what I’m begging for.

Tearing his lips from mine, he stares down at me. “What? What do you need?”

I can’t answer, because his fingers never stop moving, never stop pushing and pulling against me, causing my head to spin and my blood to rage.

“Want me to f**k you now?” he asks, his voice sounding so dangerous that I almost cl**ax just from the sexy timbre.

“God, yes,” I say quickly and I finally reach out so I can touch that part of him that I want inside of me desperately. My hand wedges down in between us, my fingers wrapping roughly around his erection through the denim material. It’s huge in my hand and I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.

I need to feel it inside of me.

Pushing my other hand in between our bodies, I start to work at his belt buckle but I can’t seem to get my coordination down. The sound of our harsh breathing fills the air, adding to the excitement and intensity of the moment.

After just a few seconds of futile fumbling, Alex pulls his fingers out of me and pushes me away. Stunned, I look at him but he’s already bending over and grabbing the box of condoms. His hands are sure and steady whereas mine are shaking. He makes short work of opening the box and pulling a foil packet out.

Thrusting the condom into my hands, he starts to unbuckle his belt. I don’t move but just watch him as he whips the belt out of the loops around his jeans and unbuttons them. My chest is heaving up and down, my breath coming in desperate pants.

“Open the condom,” he commands me gruffly.

I blink hard, then start tearing at the foil, my fingers slipping twice before I get it open. Looking back at Alex, I see he has his jeans opened and is pushing them down his h*ps until his c**k is freed. He grasps it in hand and starts stroking himself, but he’s already hard and deliciously engorged. I stare at him, fascinated to watch the way he touches himself. He’s utterly beautiful in his mast***ation and a shudder ripples through me at the sight.

“Put it on me,” Alex demands and my eyes flick briefly up to his. His expression is fierce, his eyes glittering with desire. My own lust roils thickly and I already feel on the verge of exploding. I hate to admit it, but the way in which he is taking control is just as thrilling as the touch of his fingers inside of me just moments ago.

As he steps forward, Alex’s hand falls away and I easily roll the condom on, my hands only slightly shaking as I make contact with the heat of the silky skin of his shaft, and hear the moan that he lets out.

“Arms around my neck,” Alex tells me softly, but with no less authority than he has used before.

I don’t even hesitate, and the minute my arms wind around his neck, he reaches down with his hands and grips my na**d ass, hauling me up his body. I wrap my legs around him and feel the hot press of his erection between my legs.

I have no clue what Alex intends to do with me but it doesn’t matter because my thoughts scatter as he attacks my mouth with his own. He tilts his head to angle in perfectly, and his mouth covers mine, his tongue taking complete possession. Our soft moans fill the air and I’m vaguely aware of Alex walking; then my back is pressed against my front door. His fingers dig into the muscles of my butt, one hand sliding lower to graze his fingers against my wetness— which causes me to cry out with more frustration.

My h*ps tilt back and forth, rubbing myself against Alex’s c**k in a frenzy, eager to get him inside of me.

Pushing me into the door, Alex uses one hand to adjust himself and dips his pelvis slightly until he’s lined up perfectly. He takes a moment and his lips go still against me. His forehead falls forward until it’s touching mine and a harsh breath blows out of his mouth across my lips. Then he flexes forward and pushes into me in one burst of motion, all the way to the hilt…so very deep. The groan that Alex releases speaks of a hunger that’s about to get satisfied in a brutally fast way.