Free Breathless (Meadowlarks) by Ashley Christine Page B

knew she would most likely flip out. Instead, I slowly climbed the stairs to the bedroom I shared with Alex, and quietly got into bed beside him. My body curled around his, like two puzzle pieces connecting, I snuggled in as hard as I can, breathing in his delicious scent.
    “Alex,” I breathe d. The need to make sure he was really mine was pulling at me with intense force. “Baby, wake up.”
    Alex stir red, groaning something incoherent, and he smiled sweetly in his sleep. When he turned on to his back, I climbed over and straddled his hips. Slowly pressing my tempestuous heat into his groin, he moaned and I licked my lips with anticipation.
    I rock ed my body rhythmically against his, my knees pressing down hard into the mattress, and I fell down to his face; kissing him hard, willing him to wake up.
    His eyes fl ew open and his mouth moved into a slick and sweet current against my lips, our tongues lapping and twisting.
    “Oh, God, Riley...” A lex groaned. “What time is it?”
    “Who cares?” I breathe d, kissing and licking his lips and jaw.
    He chuckle d to himself, and curled his fingers in my hair, pulling it tightly. I was panting so badly, I was surprised I hadn't started to salivate. I needed him inside of me.
    Now.
    I gripped the headboard with one hand and used the other to direct Alex's thick and solid erection into me, with one quick movement I lowered my body and let out a high-pitched sigh of pleasure. My knuckles turned white from the death-grip I had on the bed, and clenched my jaw so hard I must haven look like a wild animal right now.
    Alex's eyes shone a blazing shade of blue, outlined with black. They were terrifyingly sexy. His mouth pursed tightly as he began to build beneath me, making me rock harder and harder, begging for my body to find its own release.
    “Oh, fuck,” he hisse d, his eyes rolled back into his head and his fingers dug so deep in my thighs I almost cried out. Just when I thought he was done, Alex sat up and pulled me off of him.
    “Whoa!” I squeal ed.
    “Get on your knees, baby,” he co mmanded in a voice I almost didn’t recognize.
    Whoa...
    “That's my girl.”
    The side of my face presse d down into the bed as I twisted the sheets between my fingers, and Alex soothed the skin of my behind with his hands, preparing me for a captivating assault.
    “Get that ass up, baby. Come on,” he breathe d between kisses and bit my behind and down the back of my legs. My body was almost convulsing from the sweet torture he was subjecting me to.
    “Alex! Please!” I beg ged, taking the sheet that I had wrapped so tightly in my hands, in between my teeth to stifle my impending moans.
    Just as I’ m about to let go and splinter into a million pieces, he knelt and quickly thrust so deep inside of me that I lost my breath.
    Alex reache d down and grabbed my hair, pulling my body up so we were both kneeling. I turned my face and he stuck his tongue in my mouth, flicking and sucking my lip.

Chapter Six
     
     
    “Mom?” Isaac shook my shoulder, snapping me from my daydream. “You okay?”
    I tr ied to wipe the stupid grin off my face. It had been plastered there since last night when Alex totally ravaged me to my core.
    “Hey, love. Ready for school?” I ask ed, trying not to let him see me blush.
    “Yeah.” Isaac look ed at me with a raised eyebrow. “You're acting weird.”
    “ You're acting weird,” I said back, immaturely, between laughs. “Have a good day, I love you.”
    He bound ed out the door, a banana in one hand and his backpack in the other; the screen door slammed behind him. I picked up Scarlett from her high-chair and walked to the door so we could both watch Isaac catch his school bus. When he reached the end of the driveway a twitch of something unknown stretches across my body.
    Shit.
    Dane .
    Smiling and waving while my son climbed the steps of the bus, I grabbed my phone and purse, and headed out the door with Scarlett.
    “You're joking,”