Come to Me Softly (Closer to You #2)(46)
Author: A.L. Jackson

“What do you think you’re doing?” Aly accused softly, hoarsely. Her hand trembled as she set the mascara aside. She stared at me through the mirror, a flame of desire lighting in her eyes.

I smoothed my hands up her sides, back down to grasp her by the hips. I yanked her to me, making her squirm against the force of my erection.

“I think the better question would be, what do you think you’re doing?” I buried my face in her hair, nudging the locks aside with my nose, and whispered close to her ear. “Teasing me like this . . .” I splayed my hands wide across her ass. “Do you have any idea how temping it is finding you standing here like this . . . knowing what’s hidden under this flimsy cover?”

Knowing how good it was going to feel when I uncovered it.

“I’m getting ready to go out . . . not teasing you. You do remember we’re supposed to meet my brother, right?” Aly was shooting for indifference, I knew, like she could brush me off, pretend I didn’t affect her every bit as much as she affected me. But her voice wavered and cracked, deepened and dove as I pulled her closer to me.

“I have to disagree, Aly,” I murmured low, my hands exploring the front of her thighs, my thumbs teasing up under the fabric. “I think you knew exactly what finding you this way was going to do to me.”

Just her being in the room was a tease.

Torture, really.

Desire throbbed, twisted and curled.

And right then, all tight up against Aly’s body? Any plans we had became nothing but a distant memory.

“I might have blanked on meeting up with your brother, baby,” I said as my fingers continued their journey, sliding around to brush along the back of her thighs where they met the curve of her perfect ass. “Pretty sure Christopher will understand if we’re late.”

Aly giggled through a moan as I pressed myself to her back. “Jared,” she whispered on a sigh.

“Do you feel that, Aly? What you do to me? I didn’t even have to touch you . . .”

Because the girl managed to touch me from across the room.

I slipped my hands around her front, over the tiny bump on her stomach. She’d just begun to show, the smallest hint of the child that grew within her, a subtle widening below her belly button. For a moment, I cupped it, my fingers spread wide. Something like pride filled me, awe and fear and devotion. My pulse stuttered when I met Aly’s unfailing gaze in the mirror, her thoughts matching mine as they played through her trusting eyes.

We were doing this together. All of it.

My family.

A bolt of fiery energy hit me, all these thoughts burning through my veins. All the things I wanted for our lives. The man I wanted to be.

Aly made me that way. Different. Better.

Lately I’d almost been feeling like him, like who I wanted to be. Providing for my family. Taking care of them. Protecting them.

I’d be doing it for all my life, because I didn’t have one without this girl.

A spiral of need twisted through me like a raging storm, passion and desire and lust. It wound with the commitment I had for her, like they were one and the same, this consuming hunger that made Aly everything.

I had to have her.

My palms pressed in as they roamed up, her ribs prominent where I caressed them with my firm hands. I palmed her br**sts over the plush white fabric.

Aly whimpered.

I released the little knot, baring them, all that creamy flesh exposed.

“Shit, Aly, you’re beautiful. So f**king perfect.”

Aly took in what was captured in the mirror, the portrayal of perfection, the way I saw her every time I looked at her.

A soft moan rolled from her as she watched me, as she watched me dip down and kiss the side of her neck while I flicked my thumbs over the taut peaks of her ni**les, while I plumped the heavy weight of her br**sts in my hands. I brushed my lips along the shell of her ear, never leaving her eyes as I showered her in adoration, as I kissed and sucked, my mouth at her jaw, at the side of her mouth, at the cap of that sexy shoulder.

Through the hazy glass, her eyes flitted up to mine. A tremor of need rocked through her. “Jared, you don’t . . . You have no idea what you do to me. How badly I want you . . . every day.”

Aly’d braced herself on the counter, her palms flat. Mine wandered, sliding up over her shoulders, all the way down to her hands. I took her by them, shackling her wrists as I urged her up against the wall next to the counter. I flattened her chest against it, pinned her arms above her head.

Her hair was all in my face, her cheek pressed to the wall. “Jared.” It was a whimper, a moan, a plea.

I groaned.

Taking her wrists in one hand, I let the other trail the contours of the endless expanse of soft skin, back over her breast, down the slope of her side, to her full hip. My fingers sank in. “Baby, I need you.”

“Always,” was her answer.

I took my dick in my hand, positioned myself behind her. I wedged my knee between her legs, forcing them apart, nudging her feet back.

Goddamn . . . she was gorgeous, the deep curve of her back jutting out that glorious ass. Hair fell all around her, tumbling over her shoulders and down her back.

Coconut.

Fuck, she always smelled like coconut, like girl and good and everything in this world that meant anything.

Voracious, I wanted to consume every inch of her, have all of her.

I brushed my fingertips between her legs, the folds slick and wet and scorching hot. I edged forward, poised at her eager center. I let my aching head slip into the welcome of her warmth.

Aly f**king shook.

Shit.

This girl was too much, every time, every second. There was nothing I could do to control the way she spun me up and strung me out, stretched me thin.

“Aleena.” I rocked into her, hard, giving it all.

Taking it all.

A rigid gasp shot from her. She fisted her hands in my unyielding hold. I kept her pinned to the wall. My free hand drifted, exploring every inch of her body, smoothing along her front, her muscles flexing and bowing as I filled her fast and deep. Again and again. Clutching her hip, I kneaded the soft skin, the creamy flesh, my fingers an anchor as they burrowed in, staking this claim that had overtaken my heart.

The girl was mine.

I took her hard, making her moan and writhe and beg my name. My hips jerked, coming flush to that perfect round bottom every time I buried myself in her.

Pleasure fisted my stomach. My mouth came to her ear, my voice fierce and desperate as I drove into her. “One of these days I’m going to make that sweet little ass mine,” I warned, sure it was true. Damn, I wanted all of her. Every inch. To somehow be everywhere. My skin and her flesh, a vain attempt at satisfying this hunger that would never be sated.