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Happily Ever Alpha: Until I Saw You (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Jordan Marie (7)

Allen

“Jessie, you don’t know what you’re asking.” I moan out the words, my control nearly snapping. Against my will, my hands move up to palm her breasts. They’re soft and my hands swallow them easily. Her pale skin against my ink looks wrong, but beautiful. Her nipple strains against the palm of my hand. I squeeze it gently, unable to stop myself.

“I’m asking you to make love to me,” she says and how I ever thought this woman was timid is beyond me. She’s everything.

“Where’s your bedroom?” I growl, sitting up, grabbing her hips and holding her to my body as I do. She sways back before clamping her hands down on my shoulders to steady herself. I kiss her shoulder in reward, trying to get control of myself long enough to make this good for her… for both of us. She has no way of knowing that I’ve not made love to a woman in forever. Hell, I’m not even sure if I remember how to do this. Fuck, until Jessie, I haven’t wanted another woman. There’s too much in my past for me to let go and enjoy. My reaction to her is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“I… We could… Here…” she whispers, her breathing so damn ragged it’s killing me. She’s ready to go off right now. It wouldn’t take much to give her an orgasm. The truth in that is freeing. She wants me just as much as I want her.

“If I’m going to make love to you, Jessie, you better damn well believe that it will be in a bed for our first time.”

“First room down the hall,” she mumbles, her soft lips caressing my neck. I lean to give her more access and my fingers bite into her soft round ass when she bites me. “Just hurry,” she adds and I definitely agree with that. Her tongue darts out, soothing the skin she just bit and I wonder if she left a mark, at the same time praying she did.

I want her mark. I want something to remind me of her, because she’s not mine to keep. I have to let her go…

I make it to the bedroom without even remembering how I got there. All I know is she’s standing on her own by the bed now facing me. I’ve pulled my shirt off and I’m staring at her, waiting to see what she does next. It’d kill me, but I’d let her back out if she wanted. Hell, half of me is hoping she will. It’s going to be hell to let her go after tasting her.

Jessie looks at me and then her hand moves to the waist of her jeans. She undoes the button and then the zipper. My gaze is glued to her actions. I watch as the zipper breaks away, allowing the light blue silk fabric of her panties to show. They match the bra she took off and they’re sexy as hell. She puts one hand on me to brace herself as she slides her pants down and steps out of them.

“Thank God I remembered the good underwear,” she jokes despite her face blooming a deep red.

“I thought I told you I preferred no underwear,” I respond.

In response she reaches down, hooks the tiny lace rim of her panties on her hip and pulls them down. I watch as they slide over her legs and as she steps out of them I’m sure I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.

“Your wish is my command,” she murmurs breathlessly.

My hand clenches into a fist as I try to rein in my hunger for her. I don’t want to scare her.

“Get on the bed, Jessie,” I order her, my voice commanding. I need to be softer for her, but I just can’t manage it right now.

Her eyes widen, but she does as I ask. I take out my billfold and lay it on her nightstand, and then I push my pants down quickly. My cock is rock hard and leaning out toward her. She can’t know how new that is for me. I’m not a virgin, but this isn’t exactly an everyday occurrence either. I could probably count the times I’ve had sex on my hands. The sad truth is I’ve never had sex sober… It hasn’t been possible. Somewhere in the back of my mind I’m worried I won’t be able to—even now. I’m hard, which is a miracle that doesn’t happen really. Except with Jessie. I’m always hard around her. From the beginning my reactions to her have been different than they’ve ever been in my life. But even though my body is willing… Will my mind leave me alone long enough to bring her pleasure?

I swore when I got sober and walked away from my past, I’d leave it there. I literally killed to leave it in my past. Still, the memories taint everything. I might be sober, I might have walked away from that life and chosen to live, but I don’t think I’ll ever be clean.

“Allen?” Jessie whispers, bringing my attention back to her. She reaches out a hand to me. “I don’t know where you went just now,” she says, her voice still soft.

“Jessie—”

“But I’m asking you right now to come back to me, Allen. Stay with me,” she says and I find myself putting my hand in hers and joining her on the bed.

For now, at least, my past is held back by the simple touch of a woman who soothes my soul like nothing ever has before.