Alec hated chick flicks, and for the life of him, couldn’t understand why they were so damn popular. They all toted themselves as the “Best Romantic Comedy Since Such and Such Year,” but they were all the same. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Boy loses girl. Then, nine times out of ten, in a ridiculously overdramatic moment of cinematic redundancy, boy gets girl back. The witnesses of such events always cried, or stood up and clapped as the hero and the heroine embraced, their love having conquered all this shitty life had dared to throw at them.

Right now, however, Alec changed his mind. Because if this were his movie, the world would have stopped turning the moment he stood from the couch, grabbed his keys, and made his way to Stassi’s apartment. He would have stalked up her walkway, determined to make her see, every fiber in his being knowing this was not how their story ended. No. Fucking. Way.

The door would have opened at super slow speed. Some cliché music would have suddenly been heard as Stassi appeared, and the lighting would have made her face look like that of an angel. And it would have been fucking perfect, because when Stassi did, in fact, open the door…his world shifted back into place.

No words were spoken as she stood on her small porch, her eyes seeming to take him in. Her face no longer wore the guarded expression it usually did, one so subtle most people weren’t aware it was there. She ran her bare foot up the opposite calf, then sighed as she finally stepped back and pulled the door all the way open, inviting him in. He walked inside, closed the door behind him without bothering to look back, and then picked her up in his arms. She was warm and soft, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, covering his skin with small kisses as he moved them to the bedroom.

Alec fell on top of her on the bedspread, holding himself up on his elbows to make sure he didn’t crush her. Her body beneath his felt perfect. The way she smelled. The way she moved. The way they fit.

She curled her fingers around the hem of her dress, then inch by agonizing inch revealed more flesh as she wiggled it up and over her head, and finally let it fall to the floor. Her blue eyes burned into his as her delicate fingers unclipped the front of her bra, shimmying her arms out of the straps until it landed beside her dress.

Alec pushed himself to his knees and knelt over her, his eyes taking in her beautiful body. “You’re…” He choked on the words, but knew he had to get them out. “You’re perfect.”

A few tears slid from her eyes, but, for once, she didn’t bother to wipe them away. “You don’t have to say that. I know I’m not.”

His fingers trailed up her taught stomach and over the peaks of her breasts. He leaned forward and cupped the back of her neck with one hand while the other delivered long, light strokes to her arm and waist. “Yes, you are. You’re perfect to me.” He leaned down and touched his mouth to hers, then ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, a silent plea for her to let him in. To allow him to be the man she deserved. The man he was meant to be. “Please, let me in.” And finally…she did.

She kissed him with an urgency he hadn’t experienced with her before. He felt as if, in that single kiss, she was telling him how much she needed him, and this time he wouldn’t let her down. If it fucking killed him, he’d never disappoint her again.

He pulled away just long enough to quickly dispose of his clothes, then returned to his position over her. He knelt on his knees between her legs and ran his hands up her calves and over the smooth curves of her thighs and hips. He placed his mouth over her panty clad pussy, inhaled the decadent scent of her arousal, and licked her through the cloth.

“Alec—” His name left her mouth in a breathy exhale as he used his fingers to massage her swollen sex, his erection growing heavier as the material became hot and damp from both his tongue and her excitement. She writhed underneath him and lifted her hips higher.

“Be patient, Blondie.” He eased his tongue under the edge of her panties and let it slide in long, torturous strokes over her smooth mound. He smiled against her as he watched her fingers grip the covers, release them, then tighten around them again.

He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and shimmied them down her thighs. She lifted her leg so he could take them off one foot, then the other, and finally she was gloriously naked.

He heart pounded heavily in his chest as he wrapped his hands around her soft thighs and positioned his mouth just above her sex. With small, calculated flicks, he dipped his tongue into her wet flesh.

Stassi ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, and he gladly swirled his tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves, sucked it into his mouth, and then released it with a loud pop.

He watched her in awe as if he’d never seen a woman before. And he hadn’t. At least none like her. The way her back arched off the bed, the silhouette of her breasts, how her body shook as she moaned and ground herself against his mouth. She was perfect. This, they, were perfect.

“Now, Alec. Please.”

“Please what? Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

Stassi pulled him up her body until his face hovered over hers. “Make love to me.” She reached between them and wrapped her slender fingers around his pulsing cock, then placed it at her hot entrance.

“Are you sure?”

Stassi only nodded in reply, then pulled him in for another kiss as he finally, dear god finally, slid his bare cock inside her.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he groaned as he thrust in and out of her. Her pussy was hot and wet and perfect, and it tightened around his throbbing erection with each move she made. “To be inside you. Bare. Raw. To feel your pussy slide over my cock. Not to have to fuck you while others watched. To be able to make love to you. To make you feel as good as I feel. Fuck, Stassi, it’s perfect. It’s better than perfect.” He brought his arm underneath one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper.

Stassi’s moans echoed his as she wrapped her fingers around her headboard, bracing herself against the impact of his thrusts. “I love you, Alec.”

Alec slowed for a moment, his heart trying to process what she’d said. Trying like hell to accept it. He’d been waiting to hear those words from her and now that they were said, he had to struggle to accept them. He pulled her into his arms and brought her with him as he turned and laid on his back, her on top of him.

Stassi eased down his cock, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside her again. Her mouth opened in an O, and a sound like a gasp mixed with a sigh escaped her perfect lips.

He ran his hand up her stomach and chest, and placed his palm on her cheek. “Tell me again. I want to watch you when you say it.”

She turned her head to the side and captured his thumb in her mouth. She closed her eyes for just a moment as she swirled her tongue around his digit and moaned as she sucked, the sensation like electricity shooting straight into his balls. “I love you.” She whispered as she placed her hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples. She began to ride him, her breasts bouncing each time she bucked her hips, her long blonde hair falling over her naked shoulders. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

Alec pushed himself into a sitting position and, still inside her, pulled her closer. “Don’t be. You have nothing to apologize for.” He cupped the sides of her face and kissed her with everything he had. Everything he’d ever wanted to tell her, but couldn’t. Not because he didn’t to, but simply because he didn’t know how. “I love you, too. You know I do.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and brought them behind his neck, then palmed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Now come for me.”

Stassi threw her head back and ground harder and faster against him.

He could feel himself coming undone. He knew he’d finish soon, and he wanted her to be right there with him. He gritted his teeth as his balls grew tight from the need for release. He squeezed her breasts harder, like he knew she liked, and rolled her nipples again.

Stassi faced him and crushed her mouth to his. “Alec…I…I’m—”

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other, and their groans as their orgasms crashed over them. He bit into her shoulder as he rode out every ounce of sensation, every single taste of pleasure they could draw out of each other.

When their movements finally ceased, their lips still crushed together in a searing kiss, he heard her low chuckle. “What’s so funny, Blondie?”

Stassi ran her fingers over his brow and down his jaw, her eyes searching his. “Remember when I said you kissed me like something, but I wouldn’t finish my thought?”

“Yeah.”

Stassi tightened her arms around his neck and brushed her nose against his, then whispered, “You kiss me like you love me.”