My name is Alexander, and I’m no fucking hero.
Not when I couldn’t even save the little heartbeats I was supposed to protect with my life.
When a fist closes around my heart after a death brings me to my knees, I finally go after the woman I’d been craving for months. Not just because her beautiful face is the only thing that slips through the pain when I close my eyes, but because she has secretly carved a place for herself in my heart – leaving me with no choice.
But if I do this, if I make myself believe that I deserve her, will the choices I make ruin everything between us? Will she accept the fact that she doesn’t get to leave me twice?
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.
I’m an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.
I can’t even begin to describe how exciting it is to give life to new characters and fall for them. It’s a different kind of addiction.
I’m still searching for my own happy ending. Until that happens, I’ll live vicariously through my own characters.