Free The Alpha Won't Be Denied by Georgette St. Clair

fascinated desire as it beaded under her touch. Drops of water clung to the sparse hair on his chest.
    “Oh,” she said, surprised to hear how husky her voice sounded, “I think I know.”
    Carver stepped forward to close the narrow distance between them, pressing her back against the cool tiles and providing a shocking contrast to the intoxicating warmth of his skin against hers.
    She was sure he must be able to feel the rapid hammering of her heart and scent the arousal that fluttered in her belly and slicked the insides of her thighs. She had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted to feel him inside her, thrusting deep. His cock was a delicious length against her belly and she twined her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him and squirming in blatant invitation.
    He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. It was slow at first, tender. His lips were firm, his kisses sweet and assured. She sighed into his mouth, the sheer relief at surrendering to his touch making her knees weak. Then he groaned and kissed her more deeply, working his tongue between her lips. He framed her face in his large hands and tilted her head so he could devour her mouth. Their tongues danced and dueled and Virginia found herself giving desperate little whimpers of need as he ran his hands down her throat and décolletage then kneaded her breasts, glorying in the soft flesh and trapping a nipple between two of his fingers, sending an electric bolt of lust tingling to her clit.
    His hands wandered farther down, tracing the curves of her waist and clutching at her hips. Then without warning he broke away from her mouth and hoisted her into the air, bracing her back against the cold tiles and urging her to wrap her legs around his hips, anchoring her effortlessly with a strong hand under each thigh.
    They fought for breath for long moments, their lips hovering millimeters apart. The velvety length of Carver’s hard dick slid tantalizingly against the desire-slick folds of her aching pussy, and Virginia found herself mouthing silent pleas for him to enter her, to take her, to utterly possess her.
    She was so wet, wanted him so much, that he slid inside her in a single smooth movement that had him seated to the hilt as he held her, squirming and gasping, against the wall. They froze for a moment, panting for air, and then he drove into her again with a swift, sure movement of his hips and she locked her ankles at the small of his back, clawing at his shoulders in an effort to draw him even closer.
    He buried his face in the side of her neck and thrust hard, working his hips against her, pounding against her clit and stroking her G-spot with every deep, desperate thrust.
    The water pounded down on them, running in rivulets down the smooth muscles of Carver’s back. Virginia dug her fingers into the flexing muscles and cried out, the sensations between her legs building. Her thighs quivered and she moaned and panted as Carver nipped at her collarbone with his teeth then soothed the spot with the flat of his tongue.
    She could do nothing but cling to him as he stoked her passion higher with every thrust, filling her again and again then withdrawing to leave her feeling empty and needy again.
    A heated, heavy sensation swirled in her belly and she groaned, mindless with pleasure, then called out his name as he carried her, trembling and panting, over the brink of orgasm and she fell into mindless oblivion, her whole body wracked by spams of unbearable pleasure.
    Carver continued to thrust, his brow creased with concentration and the muscles of his jaw clenched, as she rode through every last thrill of the orgasm.  Then he gritted his teeth and withdrew, setting her down on unsteady legs and wrapping his arms around her for support. She was so limp with pleasure that without the strength of his muscular arms, she might have fallen.
    She laid her head on his chest and could feel his heart pounding its heavy, hypnotic beat and the