Chapter 15
Alex
I shook my head because it felt as if my brain had malfunctioned. I could have sworn Sasha said she wanted to talk about sex. Sex and dating and getting physical in public.
“Alex, are you okay?”
I looked at the concern in her eyes and smiled. This was Sasha. We didn’t know each other very well—yet—but her conditions gave me hope about trusting her.
“Sorry, I stopped listening after you said sex.” I flashed a teasing grin because I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable.
With a roll of her eyes, she reluctantly returned my smile. “Focus, Alex.”
I wanted to focus, I truly did, but now that the word had fallen from those luscious pink lips, it was hard not to think of the implications. I’d been trying not to think about Sasha and sex in the same sentence, but now it was all I could think about. Having her under me, on top of me. From behind, gripping her curves as I made her scream my name.
“Alex,” she growled, snapping her fingers in front of my face. “Focus.”
“Focus.” Focus on sex with Sasha. I could do that. “Between practice and games, plus your responsibilities to Dixie, I figure three times a week should satisfy us both.” More if I could convince her.
She sputtered and shook her head, seemingly perplexed when she was the one who brought it up.
“I meant sex with other people.”
“Other people?” I frowned. “You’re my fiancée, and soon to be my wife, I can’t fuck around on you. I won’t.” As a single man who hadn’t made any promises to anyone, I never felt bad about taking a beautiful woman to bed, making sure we both had fun before we went our separate ways. But this was different, this was the next level. Sasha was an entirely different entity.
Sasha’s blue eyes widened in surprise at my vehemence, but then she laughed. “I get what you’re saying Alex, but you’re not choosing to marry me. We’re not dating and we haven’t even kissed to start laying out details of our sex life. For all you know, we’re totally incompatible in the bedroom.”
The moment she mentioned kissing, my eyes went to her mouth. It was lush, that was for damn sure. She had plump lips the color of watermelon, pink with a hint of shine. Her bottom lip was plumper, and her top lip had a deep bow that gave her face more character.
“Alex,” she said. My name came out low and breathy, and I understood what she was feeling because I felt it too.
Attraction.
Arousal.
I closed the gap between us and pulled her close, revelling in the feel of all those curves mashed up against me. Her tits were soft and plump, a bit more than a handful. Her hard nipples dug into my ribs and when her breath hitched, we were even closer.
“We can remedy part of that right now,” I told her with a low voice, barely able to conceal my own arousal.
“W-what?”
“The kiss. You’re right, we haven’t even kissed yet, and here we are about to be married. Best to be sure, don’t you think?”
Sasha shook her head no, but her tongue slipped out and slicked across her lips as if in preparation for what was to come. “We don’t need to.”
“Oh, but we do.”
“We do?” Her eyes were glazed over with a lust she tried hard to fight. “I mean, no we don’t.”
I smiled. “Then step back and we won’t.”
The pulse in her throat fluttered quickly to go along with her shallow breaths. She wanted to back away, to avoid the kiss, but she knew as I did, it was inevitable.
I lowered my head. “Last chance, Sasha.”
Her body relaxed against mine and her hands settled on my shoulders. It was as much of a green light as I would get and I lowered my head until our mouths touched.
I’d meant it to be a short kiss, one to show her the chemistry that was always there between us, just waiting to be explored. But one touch of our lips and the spark was lit. She tasted of strawberries and mint and when she opened her mouth to me and our tongues touched it was explosive.
One hand speared through her thick black waves, tilting her head back so I could devour her completely while the other hand slid down to cup her hip and pull her closer. She was so fucking soft everywhere, her hip in my hand, her tits and her belly pressed against my body so I felt every hitch of her breath, every shuddery breath.
Her tongue danced with mine, tentative at first and then with more intensity. She pushed her body against mine and looped her arms around my neck, pulling me down, silently begging for more.
Sasha moaned and my control snapped. One hand slipped past her hip and gripped one ample ass cheek because I had to know if it was as soft and feminine as it looked. Just like I knew her tits would be, it was more than a handful and I wanted more.
I wanted all of her.
Dammit, I just wanted to show her that we would be compatible in the bedroom, but I miscalculated how much I would want her after one taste. Now I had to have her, and that could be a special form of hell if she wasn’t on board.
But then her hands fisted in my hair and pulled me closer, and suddenly I didn’t give a damn about anything but the next swipe of her tongue while my hands roamed all over her flesh. My hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, my thumb swiped across the silky flesh of her lower back and my fingers did the same at her soft belly. Shit, she was so soft, so utterly feminine, and it was almost too late to turn back.
Almost simultaneously, we pulled back and stared at each other. I smiled down at Sasha while she looked up at me with a stunned expression that I felt down to my toes. The kiss had stunned me too, but someone had to be clear headed right now, and despite her kiss-swollen lips and glazed over expression, it had to be me.
“Now, we’ve kissed. It was hot as fuck. Right?”
Sasha nodded and one hand left my hair and went to her mouth as if she wanted to imprint my kiss, my taste right there forever. “Yeah,” she sighed and nodded, eyes still filled with shock. “Hot.” She took a few steps back and shook her head, a new resolve settled around her. “Public affection is fine, touching and kissing and all that, but no sex. We can’t have sex, not with each other. Just be discreet.” She ran off, thinking that was the end of the conversation.
But she forgot she was dealing with a professional athlete and I caught up with her easily. “Sasha, wait.”
“I can’t, Alex.” She was scared.
“Why not?” A thought occurred to me. “Are you a virgin?”
She laughed. “Hardly, but I’m not as experienced as you are. It’s just, I can’t do casual sex. I’m not judging you, hell right now I really wish I could do it.”
That made me feel better. A little. “Boyfriend or girlfriend?”
“No,” she sighed. “You’re a nice guy Alex. Hot and nice, which is a bad combination.”
I shook my head. “Now I’m confused. Explain.”
She smiled. “If you were a jerk, maybe this could work, sex between us. But so far you’ve been nice and sweet, and you’re trying to do right by Dixie.”
My frown grew. “Those all sound like compliments.”
“They are, and that’s the problem. Physically you’re already irresistible which would be fine if you were a jerk, but combined with your other aforementioned attributes, it’s a big problem for me.”
“I’m still not getting it, Sasha.”
“Exactly,” she motioned at me. “You’re used to women who see what you have and want it so they do whatever it takes to get you. I already know that you don’t do serious or commitments, and I’m under no illusions that I’ll be the woman to change that, which means I can’t fall for you.”
I took a step back. “What?”
She sighed and her face turned a bright shade of red. “That kiss was incredible and if we do more than that behind closed doors, this will feel like a real relationship, except it isn’t. You didn’t ask me to marry you because you love me and want to spend your life with me.”
“We just met.”
“I know,” she laughed. “We’ll be married for at least a year. Living together all that time and pretending we’re in love for the world. Now if we take that to the bedroom it will feel real to me, but it won’t be real, and when this is all over, I’ll be crushed. I don’t want to do that to myself and I don’t want you to feel guilty about something that’s not your fault. Understand?”
I nodded, but I didn’t understand at all.
“Good,” she said and rushed off the roof, leaving me hot and bothered, and confused as hell.