Free Promises by Ellen March Page B

head back, the coolness of the metal freezing against her back, but she was oblivious to everything except Sol. Her arms were wrapped tight around his neck as she laced her hands through his hair, urging him on. Wanting more, she writhed against him, meeting his every passion-filled plunge before the ache began to rise. She felt it spiralling out of control: the total breakdown of her body, the splintering of her carefully held emotions. A whole gamut of sensations flooded through her, so intense she screamed out loud, canting against him at the same time as he groaned, climaxing himself. Holding her tight, the beads of perspiration glistened on his body as he came with a succession of white-hot spurts, shuddering deep inside her.
    Still holding her , he leaned his forehead against hers. “That was fantastic,” he stated, his chest rising up and down as he gasped for air.
    Alex nodded . She couldn’t agree more, but she couldn’t do a repeat performance of it. This was something she’d learn to want on a regular basis, and that sort of attachment terrified her. She couldn’t let that happen, not even for the best shag in her life.
    “This can’t happen again .” As she untangled her legs from him, she noticed how his hand remained wrapped around her waist, forged like a steel band.
    “Why not ? You like it, I like it, what’s the problem?” He frowned.
    “I don’t like relationships. Never had one, never will. So if we have sex on a regular basis, well ….” She shrugged and looked away from him, wishing he would let go of her.
    He stared at her in surprise. “I’m not big on them either. So why can’t we just be friends?”
    Alex looked into his beautiful blue eyes, fringed with a mass of heavy dark lashes any girl would die for. “You mean friends with benefits?” Scrolling her hand down his back, she felt him shudder beneath her. It was tempting, yet still scary. Wasn’t that a sort of commitment on its own?
    C ould she remain emotionally detached, have sex without getting involved? Ideally, she’d love to, but was she capable of that?
    Sol studied her tentative, yet eager, expression. Friends with benefits wasn’t quite what he had in mind, but he certainly wasn’t going to turn down the offer. As long as she ended up in his bed, that’s all he wanted. “If that suits you, why not?” He moved against her, swelling to a lazy lob.
    “So if I want sex , I’ve only got to ask?” She pressed a kiss to the base of his throat just where it dipped in, tasting his skin and the saltiness of the glistening perspiration rolling in pearl drops.
    “Honey, just whistle and I’ll come ,” he promised with a wink. “Literally.”
    “I thought you just did.” She raised her head and nibbled his nipple, curious to know if he experienced the same sensations as she did. “And we continue to do whatever we did before, like dating other people or anything?”
    Alex felt the tension ball in Sol’s body. His fingers suddenly dug into her.
    “Yea h, if that’s what you want.” The thought of her with someone else did not sit well with him, but who was he to say no?
    “And you owe me a pair of knickers ,” she muttered, leisurely gyrating against him, desperate to enjoy the same experience again. She ran her hands over his back, amazed at the sheer size of him. He was way over six foot of superb, testosterone-filled hardness.
    “Anything you want ,” he agreed, dropping his head and tilting hers upwards, pressing his lips down. Unhurried thrusts thudded against her, coaxing his cock back to life.
    “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” She pushed him back. “At least then I can get out of these clothes.” She was amazed that she’d had sex in the middle of her kitchen. The height of indulgence she’d ever experienced there was with a whole packet of chocolate biscuits before her period, since she was unable to quash her demonic urge for sugar at that particular time of the month.
    Solomon smiled and