Testing The Waters

Chapter Thirty-One

I feel a kiss on my cheek. This immediately evicts an irritated growl from me.

I hear a small laugh before I feel lips against my neck.

"Stop it!" I whine, rolling away and onto my other side, pulling the covers over my head to block out the sunlight. The covers slowly start to lower, pulling away from my body. A moment later, there's a hand on my ass, gently squeezing me. I lift my head up and glare at Alex over my shoulder.

His eyes are full of laughter as he arches an eyebrow at me. Sliding his hand over my hip, his fingers do a slow glide down my belly until they've found the tight space just between my legs. When he pushes his fingers against me, my scowl quickly turns into something else.

I bite my lip and push into him, causing his hand to grind into me. When I turn on my back, giving him better access, he gives me that cocky grin of his and sinks a finger into me. I close my eyes, releasing a sleepy sigh of approval.

How is he so good at this?

It's almost embarrassing at how quickly he gets me off. Barely a minute goes by before my body in shaking in unrestrained pleasure. A few sated breaths later, he places a soft kiss against my lips. I open my eyes and give him a shy, embarrassed smile. 

He shakes his head in amusement. "You're grumpy."

I groan into my pillow. "I'm not a morning person." I peek back at him, scrunching my face up in apology.

He lips twist into a grin. "It's just your spiciness coming out."

I give him an unamused look as he runs a hand along my naked hip. "Mmmm. I love your curves,' he says in appreciation. His hand pauses on my hip. "When does your dad get home?"

"Not until Thursday."

"Does he leave you alone often?" he asks, his brows dipped down in what looks like concern.

"Not really. I sometimes stay with Claire, but I wasn't up to it this time."

His hand starts to rub my hip in slow, gentle circles. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his touch.

"I was already outside," he says quietly.

"Hmmm?"

"When you sent me that song last night, I was already parked outside trying to convince myself to leave you alone." Subtle humor lines his voice. "Clearly that plan got shot to hell the moment you text me."

I open my eyes. "I thought you wanted space."

He sighs. "I didn't want space, but I felt like we both needed it.

Is there a difference?

Alex squeezes my hip. "You said you didn't want me, Babbie, and I didn't trust myself to be around you without losing my mind." He lets out a self-deprecating laugh. "Look at what happened at Anna's party. One little interaction with you, and I was ready to fuck you in that parking lot."

I bite my lip. "I probably would have let you."

Alex growls, giving me a warning look. "That's what I mean, though. I didn't trust myself around you, and I didn't want to hurt you any more than I already had."

I frown, not understanding him.

Alex cups my cheeks, rubbing his thumb gently along my mouth. "Babs, that night of the barbeque is one of the best and worst night of my life. Having you give in to me... seeing you come apart beneath me was the sexiest, most incredible things I have ever experience. But then, as quickly as it happened, it was over and just like that, your walls were back up, pushing me out again. It honestly gutted me, and yeah... it pissed me off. But if you could have seen your face..." His grimaces painfully. "You looked so broken. Like I took something from you that you didn't want to give. It suddenly felt wrong to feel so happy about something you clearly regretted."