Lost Heartbeats (Alexander & Maya Book 2) (3 page)

“I do—” she started again, but I pressed my finger against her swollen red lips and she quieted.

“Listen to me. Natalie is just my friend. Trust me on this: nothing was going on between us. The reason she called me is a part of why I’m here right now. She was in the hospital and needed my help, that’s it. If you’d stayed put like I told you to, you would’ve already known this.”

“Is she okay?” she asked.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Depends on how you look at it. She is nowhere near okay—I don’t even know if she’ll ever be okay—but
her
health isn’t the issue. Nor was it the issue that night.”

“How is she related to you being here, Alexander?”

I opened my mouth to give her the answers she needed, but this time it was her delicate finger pressed on my lips that halted my words.

“Just give me the plain truth this time, please. Don’t run around the answer. Just tell me what’s going on.”

Giving her a small smile, I took her finger from my mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

“First of all, the reason she called me that night was Lucas, her son. They were in the hospital and she was scared. I needed to be there for them. That’s why I had to leave so abruptly. Lucas… He had a heart disease. It wasn’t our first hospital visit.”

“Had?” she asked in a small voice.

“Yeah. Uh, he… We lost him a few days ago. He didn’t survive the surgery that would have made everything okay. That’s…that’s why I’m here on your doorstep.” I laughed humorlessly. “Because you are the only one who can understand me right now. You are the only one who can make me feel something…anything that’s worth feeling.”

I watched her eyes gloss over as she lifted her hand to my cheek, her warmth spreading all over my body. Turning my head, I kissed her palm and tilted my head.

“He was more than just a friend’s son to you,” she stated a fact.

“I couldn’t have loved him more if he was my own son. I knew this was a harsh possibility, that this day would eventually come, but in the end it didn’t soften the blow at all.”

Feeling vulnerable in front of this amazing woman, I let out a deep breath. I knew I’d done the right thing by coming, by letting myself have her, but Lucas’ death still weighed heavily on my heart. I still couldn’t believe that I wouldn’t hear his small voice thanking me for not leaving them like his father had.

“So, here I am,” I said finally.

“So, I see,” she countered, a small smile playing on her lips.

My eyes never leaving hers, I snuck my hand under her tight shirt and started brushing my hand up and down her spine. I couldn’t spend another second without feeling her bare skin against my fingertips.

As soon as we made contact, she straightened, and I felt goose bumps erupt on her skin, that electric buzz playing with my own nerves.

Her hands started stroking my chest, her eyes meeting mine, and I captured one of her wrists with my hand, holding her palm flat against me.

“Alexander,” she whispered, her eyes still on mine.

“Hi, Maya,” I whispered back.

Feeling truly lost in her gaze, I found myself leaning down and breathing her in.

I felt a shiver go through her body and smiled against her neck.

“Do you know what I missed the most?” I murmured, leaving a hot trail of kisses along her jawbone.

My blurry mind registered the slow shake of her hand. I pulled her flush against my body again, my hand moving up to rest between her shoulder blades.

Hell. It was pure hell to try to hold back and not rip her clothes off of her and fuck her against the counter for all the world to see.

“I missed your skin,” I said, my hand slowly making its way down from her shoulder blades again.

She remained silent. Fine by me. I didn’t need her words. She couldn’t hide the tremble of her body even if she wanted to.

“I missed your scent,” I groaned against her ear, gently biting her ear lobe.

She tilted her head, opening up to my mouth. At that moment, I knew she would let me do anything I could possibly want to do to her. The place, the time didn’t matter. She was simply mine, and in a deep corner of her soul I was sure she knew it too.

Without touching her skin, I moved my mouth from her neck to her mouth. Just an inch of air keeping us from each other.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” I whispered, waiting for her to do just that.

Looking back at me was a scared woman, scared to wish, to hope. I would give her anything she would ever need. I would give her myself. My heart.

From that day forward, I would never leave her alone.

Never give her up.

She licked her lips and swayed a little, eager to get my lips on hers. I kept my palm firmly connected with her skin and never stopped caressing her back. Her goose bumps never disappeared.

“I even missed your fucking breath, Maya,” I growled, the hold I had on my urges finally snapping as I took her mouth in a searing kiss, rocking her body backward with the force, taking everything I could take from her.

She groaned and gave it back as good as she got.
Fuck!
As soon as she grabbed the hair at the back of my head and tilted her head to take more of me in her mouth, I felt a tingle at the end of my spine.

Grabbing one of her legs with my free hand, I wound it around my waist, opening her wider to my eager erection. As soon as my hard dick connected with the heat between her legs, she groaned in my mouth, tempting me to do a lot more than I was willing to do in her café.

Taking
my hand out of her shirt, I gripped her waist with both of my hands, a pathetic attempt to assure myself that she was real.

When she sucked my tongue deeper into her mouth all the blood must have drained from my brain because the next thing I knew, we were both pushing and pulling at each other’s clothes.

“Not here,” she said breathlessly against my neck as her little grabby hands made their way into my pants. She squeezed my ass, making my cock jump at attention.

Holding her face in my hands, I looked into her glazed eyes.

“Where?” I asked, my voice rough.

“Back there. Kitchen.”

“Everyone left?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She did so without any hesitation.

I pushed open the double doors that apparently led to a small kitchen. My brain didn’t register anything other than the woman that was thoroughly wrapped around my body and heart.

As soon as I made it two steps inside, I pushed her back against the wall next to the door and she started to unbutton my shirt. When she was done, I pushed her shirt over her head and groaned when I saw the rose colored lacy bra hugging those full, sexy breasts.

“Shit,” I whispered.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, looking down at herself, all breathless and worried.

I lifted her chin up. “Nothing, I guess I must have missed seeing those too,” I mumbled, trailing wet kisses down her neck toward the swells of her full breasts.

We both moaned when I ground my erection right against her pussy. Holding on to her hips, I gave her another deep grind and her head fell back with a thud against the wall.

Grazing my teeth over the pulse point of her neck, I pushed down her legs.

“Take off your jeans,” I ordered.

She balanced herself by holding onto my forearms, and then quickly started to take them off.

“Any other time, I would have an issue with you ordering me around, but I don’t think my brain is functioning right now.”

“Don’t worry, we don’t need our brains, not for this.”

As I watched her get rid of her jeans in jerky moves, I finished unbuttoning the last two buttons of my shirt and chucked it off, not caring where it landed. I hadn’t come there thinking I would give her a quick fuck before we started to talk, but this was out of our hands now. I needed to feel her bare skin on mine. I needed to feel the burn of her touch. As she stood in front of me waiting for my next move, I let my eyes take in every inch of her flushed skin as I imagined every little thing I would do to her body as soon as I could get her into a bed.

“The bra goes too,” I said gruffly as I took a step back to drink in her curves.

“You sound awfully pushy, buddy.
You
take your pants off first. I’m already half naked here.”

I sighed and reached behind her, taking off her bra in one quick move.

“Hey!” she protested, covering her breasts with her arms.

“Shhh. Let me see. Please,” I whispered.

She must have sensed the desire in my voice because the next thing I knew she uncovered her breasts to me without any protest, letting the bra fall down.

I groaned in my throat and leaned down to take one of her tight peaks into my mouth, forcing her back to arch.

Never taking my mouth off of her breast, I grabbed her thighs and lifted her up again. She gasped and held on to my shoulders, her moans echoing around the room—the sweetest sound I’d ever heard in my life.

Sucking her nipple more roughly into my mouth, I let it go with a
pop
.

Trailing my nose up to her neck, I deeply breathed her in again. If I hadn’t been able to feel the tremble of her body against mine, I would’ve been worried to come across as a creep, but I couldn’t get enough of her scent, her skin. The hint of cinnamon.

Extremely aware of my cock straining against the zipper of my pants, I kept her body trapped against my burning skin and the wall as I made quick work of my zipper and finally released my cock from its painful confinement.

“I would’ve preferred to do this in a bed after all these months, but I’m afraid your scent, your skin, your taste…everything about you is making me lose my mind, Maya. I’m sorry,” I said and pushed her panties to one side as I slowly pushed into her.

“Alexander,” she gasped and arched her body into mine, the fingers digging into my shoulders almost piercing my skin.

I held on to her hips more firmly and thrust up in one swift move.

My heart pounded hard in my chest and I had to take a deep breath before I could even think of starting to move another inch.

Fuck!
She was as tight as a virgin, and so wet.

Lifting my head up, I expected to see her beautiful eyes staring back at me, but her face was pinched in a frown, her legs clamped around my waist tenser than they’d been before.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, nipping her bottom lip. I started to caress her thigh with one of my hands so I could loosen her up a little, make her relax.

There was only one reason why she would be this tight after all these months.

“You haven’t been with anyone else since me,” I stated instead of asking.

She opened her beautiful eyes, and I knew her answer without even hearing it back from her. That was the last thing that pushed me off the edge.

Sensing her body slowly relax around me, I pulled back a few inches and slowly pushed back in, this time sliding in easier.

Her breath hitched and she threw her head back with a groan, but I could feel her juices coating my cock so I knew she was ready for me to give her all I had.

Pulling out all the way to the swollen tip of my dick, I kept my eyes on her breasts, watching her entire body tremble as I rammed into her and started fucking her just as I’d imagined fucking her all those nights we were apart.

She screamed my name and I groaned, feeling my cock jerk inside of her just from hearing her voice.

“Slow down, Alex,” she gasped. “Oh, god. Slow down.”

“You call me Alexander, not Alex,” I growled, not listening to her pleas.

Her moans and groans came deeper and deeper with each of my thrusts, and I knew I was hitting her sweet spot as I pounded her into the wall.

“So deep,” she moaned as her pussy started to flutter around my cock, getting ready to milk me for all my worth.

I gave her another deep thrust, then stopped moving altogether.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Alexander.”

“Oh, yeah? You want me to keep pounding into you, Maya? Just say the words, baby.”

“Yes,” she moaned, trying to move over my cock.

“Tell me you missed me.”

“Nothing is enough for you, is it?”

With her? I doubted anything would be enough.

I claimed her lips in an all-consuming kiss, taking everything I could take from her as I gave back just as much. Unexplainable feelings warmed my chest, and I started fucking her warm pussy again, feeling her tighten even more with every single thrust.

“Tell me,” I whispered against her lips breathlessly as I tightened my grip on her, trying to grind myself in deeper.

She gasped, her hands pulling me in for another kiss.

“No,” I protested, holding myself back. “Give me what I want first.”

I gave her another deep grind and her eyes flew open, her pupils dilated and glazed over.