Alpha Awakening

Imagining his hands on her body and the rough pads of his fingers caressing her, sent tingles up and down her spine. Her nipples budded into aching points beneath the t-shirt, rubbing beneath the soft cotton. Her head tipped, feeling the exploratory touch over her breasts to tweak and play with them before he cupped each to tug at the nipple with just a twist of pain. The shock sent a jolt of awareness straight down to land with a pulse between her legs. She moaned breathlessly, gripping the edge of the sink to stay standing. Her legs trembled and liquid heat dampened her pussy.

The warmth of his breath would flow over her neck, his lips and tongue teasing her the same way his fingers would, with flicks and nips of teeth and fingertips. The trail of his hand would linger on her stomach, tracing her bellybutton, making her squirm. Laving against her pulse with a slow, torturous tongue, his fingers would delve between her legs, gliding effortlessly into the moist folds of her sex. A shudder racked her frame as desire spilled into her bloodstream.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. Shaking, she drew a breath, collecting herself. She was in his bathroom for heaven’s sake, daydreaming. A sexual daydream! And if she’d had even another two minutes, she was sure she could have orgasmed imagining his touch alone. Another slow inhale and she released the sink, her insides still quivering and needy. She felt flushed from her cheeks to her knees, but with each breath, she trembled less with wanting.

Washing her hands as best as she could without seeing what she was doing, she blanked out the detailed pictures her imagination had kindly given her. She was only marginally successful.

Shaking the water off her hands, she carefully turned, reaching for the towel she knew was close by, and instead, bumped into a hard set of abs.

“Oh!” she squealed then stumbled a step, losing her balance at being taken by surprise, right into his arms. Warm and strong, he caught her. She swore she could feel herself melting from the surge of body heat between them. It went miles deeper than even his voice had gone the day before.

“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. I heard you moving around and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Her heart stuttered, and she fought to reset her equilibrium. Her brain was threatening to short circuit. She was pressed into the wall of his chest and stomach, her nose inhaling his scent of pure male and warmed cotton. A low purr formed in her throat. He felt so good. Without planning to, she rubbed her cheek against his chest, her arms winding around his waist naturally.

She’d never in her life reacted to a guy like she did to Rush. He made her feel absolutely wanton.

Horny, her mind supplied. Yeah, that too.

The weight of his fingers sweeping across her back sizzled against already sparking nerves, recreating the delicious desire she’d imagined only a few short minutes before. Molding herself against him, her blood raged. Good God! Was that his…? She licked her lips unconsciously. It wasn’t small by any means, long and thick and… She knew she was drooling, drowning as her imagination and body left her restraint in the dust.

“Kay?” Her name sounded strained. The racing of his heart thundered beneath her ear.

Solid muscled thighs brushed against hers and her body went liquid. The urge to climb him like a tree and hang on blazed like a living need within her center.

A low groan vibrated his ribs and his arms tightened, encircling her. “Kay, you’re killing me.” She felt him move as he bent practically in half to bury his face against her neck. “Sweet hell. You feel good.”