Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Come,” he gritted out. His thrusts took on an erratic quality, and my body thrilled to his loss of control more than the order. He wanted me. Needed me as much as I needed him. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and my hips bucked, my abs tensing, shudders racing through me even before the first spurt of come hit my belly. Alexander made a triumphant noise. “Yes.”
He thrust hard, prolonging my orgasm into endless waves as he too came. His chest and face were flushed and shiny with sweat. I flashed back to the first time I’d seen him sweaty, all those years ago. Being here now felt like something out of a dream, but his hand stroking my torso was very real, as was the emotion in his eyes. This wasn’t some teen fantasy brought to life, but rather a genuine connection that defied logic. Magical.
“Good?” His teasing tone said he already knew the answer.
“That had to be the best first time in the history of first times.” I gasped as he pulled out. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad.” He took a moment to take care of the condom, tossing it into the trash can next to my nightstand. I made quick use of my towel before he settled back down next to me and gathered me close. “And it feels like I should be thanking you. Thank you for picking me.”
“As if I could have picked anyone else.” I said the words lightly, but it was true. This moment felt preordained on some level. He was everything I’d ever wanted and so much more. Scared I was showing too much emotion, I glanced toward my window. “It’s snowing.”
“So it is.” Alexander followed my gaze to the soft white flakes pelting the window and shimmering under the parking lot lights. “Bet the roads are already a mess.”
“I’m sure.” I quirked my mouth, wanting to tell him to stay, but not wanting to push my luck either.
“And I’m entirely too comfortable.” Yawning, Alexander held me tighter. A happy, relieved sound escaped my chest. He kissed the top of my head. “Think our mothers would buy that game night went late if anyone notices my car here before they plow in the morning?”
“Sounds reasonable to me.” I grinned. Awkward gossip be damned. I had Alexander Dasher in my bed, and I was going to treasure every moment, even if it was only for a night.
Twenty-Five
En dedans: to move toward the supporting leg.
Alexander
“I’m dreaming of…” My brother-in-law hummed an old classic as he passed by the alcove where I’d installed myself for what was, in fact, a white Christmas Eve. Snowy enough to be annoyingly beautiful with a blanket of white over the lawns, but not so bad as to cancel my mother’s plans. I shifted in the high-backed armchair, hoping the deep wings might render me invisible.
Luckily, the twins chose that moment to zoom down the hallway past this sitting area, headed right for the kitchen, and Bradley was forced to follow them rather than greet me. However, before I could exhale, Tavio entered the other side of the alcove, crossing past the built-in bookshelves to take the chair opposite me.
“Why do I get the impression you’re avoiding someone?” Tavio smiled affably as he settled in.
“Me?” I suppressed a groan at the intrusion and schooled my expression to stay blandly neutral. “Don’t be silly. My mother turned Christmas Eve into a packed party, and I was simply looking for a quiet corner.”
Tavio and his family were a last-minute addition to said party after their plans to visit family in New York City had fallen through. My mother’s legendary generosity meant that his family, Margie’s, and several other friends were all invited to an informal gathering turned dinner turned full-on party. And I wasn’t precisely hiding. More like I didn’t want to court any gossip from my sleeping over at Rudy’s yesterday. I also wasn’t sure I could be in the same room as Rudy without giving away our much-more-than-friends status. The sex after the game party had rattled me to my core. I’d never known anything like it, and I’d been lost in a daze all day, replaying my favorite parts. Better I avoid people altogether, but Tavio paid little mind to my explanation.
“I won’t keep you from your solitude long.” Contrary to his words, he stretched his legs out as if preparing to stay awhile. “I wanted to invite you to a New Year’s Eve party in Center City, near the train station. Times Square will be packed, but the party is a smaller gathering of ballet folk from Philly and New York.”
“I’m not sure…” I trailed off, grasping for an excuse. After several months away from the scene, the idea of a party filled with ballet illuminati sounded tedious in the extreme.