Free Shattered Heart (The Hart Series) by Ann Stewart, Stephanie Nash

Yah,
that will work wonders for our situation.  But, then again, maybe Alex needs
closure.  Maybe that’s what we both need in order to move on. 
    Who am I
kidding?  I’m very aware of my ever changing moods, and even more aware of how
much I continuously contradict myself; one minute keeping secrets, then the
next not having the energy to care about the consequences.  I worry my bottom
lip as I twirl my ring and stare at the ground trying to avoid his stare.  “I
was thinking of New York and the last time we were…together.”
    Pushing off his
desk, Alex moves towards me, my eyes raise to watch him approach.  I love the
way he moves.  The way his hips sway, sexual and dominating, sends images of
him thrusting into me as I scream in pleasure.  Earth to Ely…he’s right in
front of you, why do you need to daydream?
    Reaching for me,
he strums his fingers beginning at my forearms until both of his hands relax on
the curve of my neck.  Bringing me in closer, he rests his forehead against
mine.  Our breath ragged as we both adjust to the intimacy and let our eyes
close.  I would live and die for the peacefulness this moment has brought us.  
    “I think about
it every day.  I’ve wondered countless times what would have happened if I
hadn’t fallen asleep.  If I had just stayed awake.  If I just got to you thirty
seconds earlier, I could have…”  I open my eyes as his voice trails off, his
eyes clutched tightly.
    Gripping his
forearms, my chest tightens making it difficult to breathe.  “Alex, don’t…” I
whisper with a shaky voice. 
    “I’m dying here
Hart.  Tell me what I have to do.”  My eyes flutter closed as his fingers run
along the length of my chin down my neck to rest on my chest.  He doesn’t stop
his reluctant perusal.  I don’t either.  His hands continue to travel down my
breasts to my hips, resting on the small of my back, pulling me impossibly
close.
    I gasp when all
I can feel is his rock hard body pressed tightly against mine; his arousal
nudging into my belly.  It’s hard to refuse him when I want everything he
wants; when I want him with every fiber of my being.  With no space between us,
Alex brushes his lips underneath my ear and places gentle kisses down the nape
of my neck. 
    I can’t
breathe. 
    My mind
continues to fight against the inevitable; my body will always be the
victor.    The need I feel is so intense I have no choice but to give in.  I
feel a rush of release and immediately run my fingers through his hair,
cradling him against my burning skin.
    “Alex…” I moan
as a euphoric tingling spreads head to toe.
    “I want you,
Elyssa…more than I’ve wanted anything.  More than my next breath.”  His lips
move against my clavicle, his long fingers pushing the straps of my dress off
my shoulders.  My dress slowly cascades down my torso, pooling around my feet just
as Alex lifts me and rests me on the edge of his desk and kneels before me.  I
drop my eyes and watch as he looks over the length of my body, stopping only to
check out my black lacy bra and matching panties.  “You’re fucking
breathtaking,” he sighs.
    Nuzzling against
my chest, he breathes me in before he eases me back, sprawling me over the top
of his desk.  My mind rages, attempting to take over.  “Alex, what are we
doing?” I pant, nothing more than a whisper coming from my lips.  I want him so
much, but I know this isn’t right.  This is going to hurt.  But, I can’t seem
to stop.  Nothing that feels this good should end.
    “Shhhhh...”  His
hands ghost over my body; down my bare shoulders, down my torso until his hands
rest on my hips.  “I want to remember you just (kiss) like (kiss) this (kiss).”
His tongue explores my navel, as he dips into my belly button before continuing
south.  His lips whispers against my skin causing my back to arch.  The
approach to my aching core is painstakingly slow, leaving me breathless. 
“You’re like every