Shattered Heart (The Hart Series) (36 page)

“God, I hope she
looks just like you.”  He beams up at me.  I didn’t realize the intimacy of our
position until Alex’s chin practically rests against my mound.  I’m nearly
naked and my thin underwear does nothing to hide my arousal.  

“We’re having a
girl now, huh?”  Alex nods, his eyes glimmering with hope just like a little
boy who wished on a penny just before he throws it into a fountain.  “Well, I
hope she has your eyes then.”  When I rest my hand against his cheek, he turns
his face to kiss my palm.

Fortunately for
me, he doesn’t stop there.

The look on
Alex’s face would stop a freight train; changing from mirth to unmistakable
passion.  I feel, rather than see, his hands running smoothly over my legs. 
Pulling my ankle up onto his thigh, his whisper of a touch behind my knee sends
shivers down my spine.  He can tell the visible affect he has on me and doesn’t
stop.  He continues up the length of my bare leg, stopping only to cup my ass,
causing my whole body to tremble with anticipation. 

With hardly
anything between us, it’s easy for him to reach up and pull the band of my
panties down past my thighs until they reach my ankles.  Alex gently taps my
foot, signaling for me to lift up so he can remove them completely.  He licks
his lips, eyeing me seductively while I lay exposed and on display for him.

My heart beats
rapidly, allowing a whimper to escape, when his fingers run through my folds,
spreading my wetness.  Before burying his head between my thighs, he moans,
“Fuck. Me.  You’re so fucking wet.”  Alex tortures me in the sweetest possible
way; sucking, licking, and plunging his tongue inside of me.  Absolutely the
sweetest form of torture.

I moan and grind
myself against his face.  Tension builds, causing my hips to reflexively grind
harder, faster, and clutch the back of his head.  The way my body is moving,
it’s like my life depended on this sweet torture.  My body doesn’t care about
all of the reasons why I tried to stay away from him.  All my body knows is
that it craves him like oxygen: a necessity.

I’m on the brink
of exploding when Alex suddenly lifts his head.  He doesn’t hesitate and pulls
his shirt up and over his head, then proceeds to remove every other article of
clothing from his tight, out of this world body.  When he’s done making sure
there is nothing left between us, bra included, he sits back on his legs,
kneeling before me.  “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes. 

I smile, but I’m
dying inside.  The ache of my core becomes too much to bear.  I try to push my
knees together to dull the pain, but Alex quickly stops me and pushes my thighs
even farther apart.

“Do you know how
sexy you look right now?”  I shake my head and lean back on my hands, gripping
the sheets, trying desperately to fight the intense throbbing between my legs. 
“The look on your face begging me to take you…your breasts swollen and
heavy…and don’t get me started on the very sweetest part of you.”  With his
words, he runs his fingers through my slick lower lips before putting his
fingers in his mouth. 

Alex leans
forward and kisses my belly for what feels like the millionth time, but the
gesture could never grow old.  “What makes you even sexier, knowing
our
baby is growing inside you.”  He sits back, studying me for too long.  Any time
where his hands are not touching me feels like an eternity. 

“I can’t do this
unless I know you’re mine.  No more games.  No more stubbornness.  From this
point on, it’s us against the world.  We either belong to each other or I can’t
do this.”  While he waits for a commitment his face shows every ounce of
resolution; his hands fisted, resting on top of his naked thighs.  Waiting.

My eyes run the
length of his body before ending on his impressive erection.  Even with his
declaration, right now I can’t do anything but beg.  I need release.  I can’t
deal with this pulsating pain and because of this I ignore his please with a
loud moan, “Please Alex.” 

My hands let go
of the covers and run over my thighs before touching my achy apex.  I grind
against one hand as my other caresses my breast.  I bring myself to the brink,
staring at Alex imagining he replaced my small hands with his strong ones,
helping me to my climax.  His crystal blue eyes are aflame with need. 

But, instead of
taking hold and quenching my growing hunger, he stills my hands.  “You’re gonna
need to stop, Hart.  I don’t know how much more I can take.”  Alex flexes his
fingers against my wrists.  “I need an answer.”

I wriggle
against his hold practically crying out in need as Alex pushes me against the
covers and straddles my body.  “It hurts, Alex please.”

He tilts his
head, kissing me with restraint.  “Then say it.” 

I would say
anything in this moment, and he knows it.  But this time, I’m only saying
what’s in my heart.  The truth.  “We belong to each other.  Always have, always
will.  I fought you for too long, but I can’t fight anymore.  I want this,
please Alex,” I beg, my voice practically a whisper as my body arches.

No longer in
control, Alex kisses me with unbridled passion.  His tongue exploring every
inch of my mouth, I capture his groan with my eager lips.  I take his nipple in
my mouth and lightly nibble against it as my fingers work at clawing every inch
of him, the need to be closer almost painful.  A sound so exhilarating escapes
my lips when Alex runs his mouth along the curve of my neck, down to my
breasts.  I giggle and I love it. 

I’m done with
the games.  I’m done with the begging.  I want him, I need him.  There’s no
more fight left in me to care about anything but him.  And no more waiting.  I
reach down and take his shaft, placing it at my entrance.  My hand runs over
his length, soft and strong.  Alex hisses.

“I should
torture you like you tortured me tonight.”  I nip at his ear and squeeze him,
drawing a moan while he buries his head in the nape of my neck.  “But, you’re
in luck ‘cause I can’t bear not having you inside me for one minute longer.”

With that, I
lift my hips and pull him into me simultaneously.  With our bodies united, we
both sigh in unison.  The war of our hearts is over and the victor is the family
we intend to build.  Together.  It’s such a heady feeling, the movement of Alex
inside me, our baby nestled safely between us.  But one I’m beginning to enjoy
immensely.

I expected Alex
to ravage me, but his movements are careful; as if he thinks I’m made of
glass.  Almost his entire weight is supported on his arms; his moves are slow
and deliberate.  Don’t get me wrong, it feels incredible, but not what my body
craves right now. 

I reach up
taking his face between my hands.  I gaze into his eyes and I can see him
fighting to keep control; to make certain his movements are sweet and soft. 
“Hey, what’s wrong?”  Alex shakes his head, trying to look away.  I moan in
pleasure and kiss him deeply hoping to stir his passion to the surface. 

I push my hips harder
against him, but Alex continues to linger with no sense of urgency. 
Frustration builds and I push against his chest, rolling us over so I can
straddle his hips; our bodies stay connected.  I roll against his body, pushing
and pulling my hips against him. 

Alex grips my
hips, slowing me again so he can lift his torso and take my nipple into his
mouth.  His hands reach up, grasping my shoulders from behind, stilling me
against him.  I groan in frustration as Alex sucks on my breast.  When his
finger reaches my clit, he begins to massage it slowly.  Everything is too
slow, too sweet, too gentle. 

I take a deep
breath, trying to relax before I let my frustration take over.  “Alex, what are
you doing?” I question, while he continues to focus on my swollen breast. 

Still no words,
he shakes his head again and applies pressure with his busy hand.  My eyes
flutter closed, my body building to climax.  This wasn’t the way I wanted to
have an orgasm.  I wanted Alex deep in me, punishing me with each aggressive
thrust.  Instead he’s holding out, I can see it in the tension of his face and
the strain of his neck muscles.  What I don’t get is why.   

Although
frustrated, I still come, but only by myself.  I push against Alex’s chest and
stand.  He winces when I pull his hardness out of me and move to the side of
the bed.  Alex leans on his elbows, a look of confusion spread across his face.

I point to the
bed.  “What the fuck was that?” 

“Elyssa, come
back over here,” he demands calmly, yet his breath still erratic.  

“If I wanted to
come by myself I could have used a vibrator, Alex.  Why are you handling me
like I’m going to break?” 

He stands, his
shaft still glistening from my need.  My stomach clenches, the flame of desire
builds inside me instantaneously.  My eyes run over his strained erection, up
the V of his lower abdomen, to the defined lines of his six pack.  It’s when I
look past his powerful chest and settle on his face that I realize…he’s
worried.  I step back until I’m flush against the built in vanity. 

I’m normally not
so comfortable naked, but sexual frustration obviously wins over my bashful
nature.  It’s not until Alex advances towards me that a deep blush sweeps over
my skin, head to toe.

“Come here,
Elyssa,” he orders with his deep, almost menacing voice.

“Why?  So you
can treat me like a damn china doll?”  He pushes closer and I’m trapped, so I
do the only thing I can think of.  I defiantly cross my arms and scowl. 

“You’re so
fucking sexy when you’re angry.” 
Okay, so I didn’t get my point across.

The wind is
knocked out of me when Alex pulls me against him.  “You’re pregnant.  How do I
know that I won’t hurt you?”  His voice is soft as he lifts me, resting my bare
behind on the vanity counter.  “Because trust me, Elyssa, I want nothing more
than to take that sweet cunt of yours and pound you so hard your eyes roll to
the back of your head.”  And then he’s not so sweet, and fuck if I don’t orgasm
from his words alone. 

Mouth salivating
at the thought, he needs to know he’s not going to hurt me, or the baby. 
“You’re not going to hurt me, Alex.  But you are going to drive me insane if
this is what I have to look forward to for the next eight months.”

Alex rests his
hands against my stomach and looks up at me with worry.  “I was just worried
about the baby.”  And with that, my ire disappears.

I wrap my arms
around him and bring him in for a kiss.  “I’m sorry I was so hard on you. 
These pregnancy hormones are out of control.”  I giggle as I apologize for not
taking his feelings into consideration.  Of course he would be concerned about
the baby.  “I love that you thought of my needs instead of just taking what you
needed.”  I kiss him again.  “But can we talk about that eye roll you
promised?”

The tension
lifts from his shoulders as he rests his forehead against mine.  It’s not until
now that I realize the vanity lines up perfectly with Alex’s erection.  I grip
him and move to the edge of the counter.  “You are insatiable, my Hart.”  I
lift my eyebrow and give him a seductive grin before reaching and pulling him
into me.  “You feel incredible.  Do you even know how hard it was to hold
back?  Especially when you’re on top of me, riding me, taking all I have to
give.”

I lean back,
holding myself up as Alex grips my hips and begins to move with more fervor.  “You’ll
tell me if something’s wrong?  If I’m hurting you?”  I nod my head and moan
with pleasure when he grips me tighter and begins to grind against me.

I can’t say that
I didn’t ask for it.  The instant I give him the green light, Alex moves with
urgency.  His hands are rough, gripping me tighter as he pounds into me.  “Is
this what you wanted?” Alex’s voice turns raspy, thrusting into me over and
over again.

“Yes.  Oh Fuck. 
Harder.”

With a growl,
his hot mouth crashes against mine as he lifts me from the vanity, turning to
make our way to the bed.  When my back collides with the cool comforter, Alex
lifts both of my legs to settle them on his shoulders.

“Keep your legs
together.”  I do as I’m told as Alex lifts my hips, pulling me into him harder
and harder.  “Fuck.  You’re gonna kill me.”  My insides clench when I come for
the second time, this time more satisfyingly complete because I finally hear
Alex moan my name with his own release. 

I fall against
the bed, my body putty, glistening with sweat and Alex.

“Better?” he
asks.  Brushing my hair away, he pelts me with small kisses all over my
shoulder.

“Absolutely,” I
chuckle; grasping his arms to pull them tighter around me.

We lay still,
our breathing eventually evening out.  Allowing my eyes to flutter shut from
exhaustion, I mumble an incoherent, “Hmmm?” when Alex breaks the silence.

 “Would you have
told me about the baby?  I mean, if it wasn’t for me pushing you, were you
planning on telling me?”  It’s not the question that troubles me, but the tone
of his voice.

I turn to face
him, stroking his cheek as I gaze along his worrisome face.  “Honestly, I’ve
wanted to tell you since the moment I found out.  I just didn’t know how. 
Remember when you came over after Thanksgiving?  I found out that night and I
was a mess.  I planned on telling you then, but everything you said made me
think twice.  You were finally letting me go, after all the hurt, I couldn’t do
that to you.  Not when we were still figuring out how to be.  And then, it just
never seemed like the right time.”