Page 71 of Find Me in the Rain


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The driver has the partition down. “Sir?”

“Take us to 115 Harlow Drive,” he announces. “And put the partition up.”

I gulp.

“Wait, what? That’s not my address.” I turn to him.

He just smiles and fishes something out of his pocket—a hotel key. “I know. I got us a suite for the night. And don’t worry; Charlotte already knows. Enough talking. Come here.”

And with that, his tongue finds mine once again. His hands grab my waist, and in one swift movement, he pulls me onto his lap, my hips straddling him.

I sink into the position and am shocked to feel the already-hard bulge beneath me. His hands race to my hips and bunch the fabric up, completely exposing me.

His hands explore, and when they trail closer to my center, Alec pulls back. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

I bite my lip, unable to even find words from the blood pounding in my ears.

He takes a deep breath before saying, “I love you, Laura. I always have. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved and the only one I ever will.”

He keeps his gaze locked on to mine as his fingers find my center and begin making small circles.

My eyes begin to drift shut, but he grabs my chin with his other hand and demands, “Look at me.”

I force my eyes open, and my head kicks back as a finger slips into my entrance. My eyes flutter shut again but he wiggles my chin, shaking my eyes open. After a few pumps, a second finger joins in the torturous rhythm. His thumb finds the pulsing bundle of nerves, and with the smallest pressure, whimpers begin falling from my lips.

Alec’s free hand finds the back of my neck, and he holds me up. Desire and raw, unbridled need burn in his eyes.

His pace quickens, and I can feel my core tightening, ready to release.

“Alec,” I moan. “Please.”

The limo pulls to a stop, and I’ve never been more annoyed and frustrated in my life.

“Soon,” Alec says as he leans in and kisses my forehead.

I hear footsteps outside, and I throw myself off of Alec’s lap and adjust my dress just as the door opens.

“Mr. Kostelecky,” the driver says.

Alec leads the way, and I follow closely behind. When I step outside, I realize we’re at the Sheraton Hotel. I’ve driven by this place a thousand times.

The driver shuts the door and offers his hand to Alec. “Text me in the morning, and I will be here.”

“Thanks, Tom,” Alec replies, shaking his hand.

The driver nods and heads back to his side.

Alec locks his hand with mine and leads us into the hotel. We bypass the desk and head straight for the elevator.

No words are exchanged as we ride up to the sixth floor. The ding of the elevator sounds worlds away. We step onto the floor, and Alec slides the key into the door closest to us.

It opens, and my heart is in my throat. As ready as I was to sleep with him in the limo, I’m nervous. This is real. We’re together, against all odds.

But I have to push my fears and insecurities aside. Because despite those odds, here we are. And I don’t want to waste a second.

I set my clutch on the table and turn to Alec, who’s already on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. When his eyes find mine, any lingering fears dissipate. This is right where I am supposed to be.

I float over to the bed and stand between his legs. With one hand, I guide his chin up to look at me.