Page 67 of Fractured
Black Knight to E6, I see what you’re doing, Mr. Russo.
He’s smiling and I just want to punch him in his stupid nose.
“Why haven’t you unpacked?”
He looks over at my suitcases, lids half open, clothes all over from being ripped out in my anger from last night.
“Cause.” I flip the blanket back over my face.
“Why do you sleep on the couch?” He tucks a corner of my blanket under my chin.
“Cause.” I grumble. My hand pokes out the bottom of the blanket, setting the cup on the floor. I turn over, facing the back of the couch, away from him.
“Cause? That’s not much of an explanation.”
White Knight to B1, smooth sir
I growl and flip half over, ripping the blanket off my face and glaring daggers at him.
“What exactly do you want? Thank you for the coffee, but I really don’t feel like having an argument with you right now. I’d just like to wake up.”
Black Bishop to C5, ha!
“I didn’t come to argue, Isabella. I just wanted to bring you a cup of coffee as a peace offering. Yesterday, I was a dick.”
I narrow my eyes and look him over. I can’t tell if this is a trap or not. I’m not awake enough for this game, and I’ve only had three sips of coffee.
“Yeah, well, I’m used to that. You can go now.”
I flip over, facing the back of the couch, and bring the blanket up to my chin. The couch dips as Alexander stretches out behind me, spooning me as he snakes his arm under my head and wraps his palm against my stomach, drawing me back to his chest.
White pawn to G3, trying to lull me in.
I fight the blanket and him, and he pulls me tight, trapping me in the covers.
“Shhhh.” He uses his chin to move the mass of hair off my neck.He kisses the side of my ear, and the top of my spine, and works his way back up to the spot just under my jaw.
Damn tingles race up my back, and I clench my teeth.
His sultry voice rumbles on my back. “You smell like a field of flowers warmed in the sun.” He rubs his whiskered cheek against mine, smelling my skin.
“Now this will come as a shock to you, Isabella, but I have never apologized in my life.” He kisses my forehead.
“I.” He kisses my eyes.
“Am.” He kisses my nose.
“Sorry.”
He waits until I open my eyes, then he looks at me and lowers his lips to mine. His lips are so soft and warm against mine. Light little kisses at first and then they get deeper, harder and he sweeps his tongue across the seam of my lips and I open, kissing him back.
He growls and deepens the kiss, tilting my chin up to devour more of me, and for a moment I forget why he is laying beside me smelling of vanilla and coffee.
Alexander grinds his hips into my ass and I can feel his hard cock poking and prodding me. That snaps me out of the trance he has me in and I grab the back of the couch, hauling myself over the back of it. The blanket catches my leg as he grabs for me, and I fall half over the back of it at an awkward angle, finally landing on the floor in a heap on my butt in a mass of hair.
I pop up quickly like a jack-in-the-box and whip my hair out of my face and over my shoulder. Alexander’s stunned expression makes me want to giggle, but this is serious.
I point in his face.
