Page 50 of Rogue Romeo
“You feel so good, Sunshine.”
Alex’s hard body grinds against my ass as his tongue caresses the delicate skin on my neck, sending goosebumps scattering along every inch of my body.
“Touch me, Alex. I need you to feel your hands on my skin.”
His hand snakes down my stomach and inside my silky shorts. His gasp of delight turns to a groan when he finds me bare beneath them. Dipping lower, his middle finger slides between my slick folds, circling my clit with a promise of more to come.
A promise of something I’ve never experienced.
“Sofuckingwet.”
My deep groan fills the air, the noise pulling me from the most dangerous sort of dream.
I expel a heavy breath, even as my entire body cries out for Alex’s touch.
I snuggle deeper against my pillow, desperately trying to go back to my dream, and at that, Alex’s woodsy scent fills my nostrils.
My eyes fly open when I remember preciselywhereI am. I fell asleep in Alex’s bed last night, having binged the first season of Grey’s Anatomy.
Shit!
Gingerly, I look over my shoulder, finding Alex on his back. His left arm is thrown over his face, blocking me from his view entirely.
I move to slide from the bed, barely holding in my gasp of surprise when my eyes travel to the huge hard-on in his indecent grey lounge pants.
He wasn’t lying when he said he had a monster cock.
I press my thighs together shamelessly at the sight, a flush building along my breastbone that swiftly rises to engulf my entire face.
Move your ass, Reyna!
I edge off of the bed and gently swing my legs over the side, careful not to wake him, but a deep groan stops me in my tracks.
My eyes are magnetically drawn back to Alex, who’s on the cusp of wakefulness and has slid his hand into his pants, fisting his morning wood with relish beneath the thin material of those damn pants.
“Mmmmm.”
His low moan tears through me, and I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t think. I can only watch his hand pump up and down while his chest tightens and flushes a deep red.
I know I need to move, but I watch on in utter thrall until the shrill ringing of my cell on the bedside locker breaks the spell I’ve been under.
Alex jerks his left arm from across his face while tugging his hand free of his pants, an expression that’s a mixture of intrigued horror when his eyes find mine.
I grab the cell, and upon seeing Sunrise Harbor calling, my heart drops as I answer immediately, forgetting everything that just happened in an instant.
“Penelope? Is everything okay?”
“Firstly, Reyna, calm down. Everything is good. It’sbetterthan good!”
My chest expands with hope, and my voice is shaky when I attempt to speak. “Is she…is she…?”
I can hear the smile in Penelope's voice when she replies, “Get your ass over here pronto!”
* * *
Alex had insisted upon coming with me to Staten Island once I’d relayed what Penelope had said. Neither of us had mentioned what had gone on prior to the call, and I didn’t dwell on thinking about where things might have escalated to had we not been interrupted.
Once Alex had given our route to Ford, he’d proceeded to leave the penthouse via the underground parking lot in the most luxurious car I have ever seen.