"All I could focus on was him. His mouth. His hands. His lips on mine. His tongue wrestling with mine. His fingertips brushing against my skin as his hands inched their way under my shirt. The hard lump in his boxers pressing against my stomach. Him."
"You could've called," he said after a long pause. His eyebrows furrowed again and I found myself focusing on the little dip in his collarbone.
He moved a few inches closer to me, the leather cushion making a bit of a squeak beneath him. "Why didn't you?"
I was suddenly extremely aware of how close we were and, though every nerve in my body was begging me to give in to temptation and go to bed with him, I remembered the reason I was pissed at him in the first place. Rutherford Laurence. Then I remembered how little time I had left to finish my new presentation and try to catch Sean Ashworth for a meeting.
Without answering him, I quickly got up from the couch and tried to gather my wits on my way to the door. I realized I hadn't come to his apartment simply to be courteous and inform him of Abernathy's plans. I'd come to see him more than anything. I'd come because I missed him, no matter how much I wanted to push him out of my mind. Or did I? Did I really want to push him away?
"Bree, where are you going?" Alec asked behind me as I walked to the door.
Just as I grasped the doorknob, his hand grasped mine over it, holding the door shut. I was forced to face him. I wanted nothing more than to leave. It had been a mistake to come see him. I should've known my hormones would be practically driving me up the wall at the mere sight of the man. His hand on mine easily set my nerves ablaze and I bit my lip to shove the threatening moan to the back of my mind.
"Did I say something wrong?" he asked. His expression was a mix of worry and seduction, though the seduction part I might've dreamed up. I doubted he would be trying to turn me on when he could see that I was obviously upset. Still, I couldn't ignore how sexy he looked.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds and involuntarily envisioned him pushing me onto his bed the last time I'd come to his apartment. I should've known I was stepping into the lion's den as soon as I walked in the door. Surely he wouldn't let me leave without some form of our desire physically showcased.
"You didn't do anything wrong." My voice came out quieter than I expected. I rested my unoccupied hand on his bare shoulder and I could feel his muscles respond to my familiar touch. "It's just hard to stay mad at you when you're doing this."
And it was. How could I easily push away the man whose touch, taste, and kiss I so desperately craved? How could I ignore my nagging desires to yank his boxers down? How could I remember why I was pissed at him when he was standing in front of me almost naked, bringing out all my dark, dirty thoughts and shoving my common sense to the back of the line? How could I?
Alec stepped even closer to me. We were just inches apart. I could hear his soft, relaxed breathing and my breath hitched in response. He moved his other hand to rest on top of mine on his shoulder and I could practically feel a magnetic pull between our bodies drawing me closer.
"Doing what?" he asked in almost a whisper, bringing me to look into his stunning, hypnotizing eyes.
I swallowed hard but the lump in my throat wouldn't move. "This."
Alec's lips curved up into a sexy smirk and he all but closed the gap between us, ever-so-lightly letting his lips brush against mine in the most tempting, knee-weakening way. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to give in and kiss him. However, I'd given up on leaving, but I wasn't going to initiate whatever was to happen between us. I'd let him decide how far he wanted to take his teasing.
Alec's thumb massaged the side of my palm as his fingers slid between mine, lacing together perfectly. "This?" he asked in an innocent voice, knowing it was plucking away at my heartstrings.
And then he finally made the move I'd been waiting for. He gently removed my hand from the doorknob, pressing me between his torso and the door. He placed his hands on my waist while my arms found their rightful place around his neck. My fingers played with the back of his hair as his tongue danced against mine, eliciting a chorus of pleasureful sounds from both of us — mainly me.
I forgot everything. I forgot about Darin Forbes and Abernathy. I forgot about Corbin and Hilliard. I forgot about Sean Ashworth and Rutherford Laurence. I forgot about Harper Media and why I'd been mad at Alec. I forgot the entire conversation Alec and I had had before my attempt to leave. All I could focus on was him. His mouth. His hands. His lips on mine. His tongue wrestling with mine. His fingertips brushing against my skin as his hands inched their way under my shirt. The hard lump in his boxers pressing against my stomach. Him.
"That?" he asked with an accomplished grin when he finally pulled back from our heated kisses.
I nodded breathlessly. "That."
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