their bodies pressed together. Her hands softly trailed up and down his back, and before he was aware of what had happened, her hands were under his shirt, her nails softly raking down his sides.
Grinning beneath her kiss, he bent his knees a bit, placed his hands under her hips, and lifted her up. She laughed, their kiss still not breaking, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed softly and deeply as he walked her into the living room. He gently lowered himself to his knees, allowing her to sit on the couch. She reached down to the tail of his shirt and lifted it up over his head, their kiss finally breaking.
When it was removed and discarded on the floor, she kissed him softly along his collarbones, moving slowly down to his chest. Each kiss sent a shiver through him, and he could not believe how badly he wanted her. He could simply kiss her, he could have slow and passionate love with her, or they could go at it like animals. In that moment, he just wanted to be with her.
That being the case, he let her lead. She trailed her kisses back to his mouth and started working at his pants next. Taking the cue, Alex removed her shirt and unclasped her bra. When those items were on the floor with his shirt, he took one breast in his left hand, caressing it, and placed a series of kisses on the other one.
She sighed against him and resumed working on his pants. Their mouths found each other again, and Alex’s world went dizzy and spinning for a moment. His pants came off, but he was barely aware of it. Hers followed suit, and he didn’t know it had happened until she was pulling him onto the couch with her, positioning him into a sitting position. She then straddled him, facing him and placing one arms= around his shoulder and the other along the back of the couch.
She raised herself up just a bit and then waited for him to guide himself into her. When he did, she sat down on his length excruciatingly slowly, locking eyes with him as he filled her. They both gasped, and then they were kissing again.
What happened next was slow and beautiful, more involved and passionate than any other time they shared. Their hands interlaced as they rocked against one another, and when their mouths weren’t attached to one another, their eyes were.
It was over quicker than what they had been used to over the last few days, but the end result was much more powerful. They shuddered as they came together, and when Amanda collapsed against him, he hugged her tightly to him. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed the side of her neck lovingly.
I have to tell her, he thought. This isn’t right.
But everything about it felt right in that moment, and he couldn’t destroy it. They sat there on the couch like that for several more minutes before Amanda got up to walk to the bathroom. Alex watched her go, appreciating her naked form as she crossed the living room and disappeared into the hallway.
As he watched this, another thought appeared in his mind, unexpected and absolutely jarring.
Oh my God, am I falling in love with her?
The question rang in his mind, and it terrified him.
CHAPTER NINE
When the vibrating noise stirred him awake, Alex opened his eyes quickly. For a moment, nothing in his life had changed. His sleepy mind thought that he was still very deeply involved with the Unknowns and that the vibrating was his phone. It would be Jameson, calling him to send him on some job that needed to be undertaken in the late night hours.
But then he remembered that he was no longer in his apartment. He was sleeping in Amanda’s bed, and all of his belongings were in a U-Haul somewhere in Chicago.
As quietly and as quickly as he could, Alex rolled over and took the phone from the bedside table. He saw the contact information on the display window and felt those hot rocks in his guts again.
Chester.
Alex got up out of bed and ran to the adjoining
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