Page 68 of Troublemaker: The Big Picture Edition

“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans. “You’re so hot.”

“Please…” I have never said these words out loud before: “I need you inside me now.Pleeeaaase.”

“Yeah,” I hear him whisper. “Yeah.”

I can’t open my eyes, but I can hear a drawer open and shut. I can hear a tiny package being torn open.

And then I feel the elastic waistband of my skirt being tugged down past my hips as Alex grumbles, “This. Fucking. Skirt.”

It’s off. I’m finally completely naked before Alex Vega. And I’m too blissed out to wonder what he thinks of me.

“Jesus, Emilia. You’re so beautiful.”

I feel his lips just above my knee, I feel his teeth on the flesh of my hip, I feel the tip of his tongue on my nipple…

My entire body shudders, again, for the nine hundredth time tonight.

“Are you ready?” he mutters as he positions himself over me.

Am I ready?

I burst into a quick fit of laughter.

Let me just ask my screaming, convulsing vagina and uterus, hang on.

“Yeah. You could say that.”

He kisses my mouth, so deeply. He tastes like the two of us, and we’re fucking delicious.

The sound of Alex Vega exhaling as he presses inside me is what I imagine it sounds like when the gates of Heaven open up for you.

Or maybe the gates of Hell, because it’s hot.

I somehow manage to bend my legs to dig my heels into the mattress.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long, you know that?”

“Me too,” I whimper.

He cups his hands around the top of my head, bracing me, and starts to thrust his hips. “So good,” he hisses. “Baby.”

I snake my arms through his and grab on to his shoulders. His groans and moans are such pained, sexy little songs, I have to see his face. I force my eyelids open.

And the face above me is the most beautiful, vulnerable, masculine thing I’ve ever seen.

He’s lost inside me.

I’m not just on the receiving end of all of this. He’s feeling it too.

And it’s empowering.

I’m more in control of my body now.

I move my hips to match his rhythm. It feels so good. The weight of him on me, the solid length of him penetrating me. This is how it’s supposed to feel with a man.

“Alex,” I whisper as I raise my legs to wrap them around his waist. “So good.”

He groans and his head drops forward for a second, and I think he’s going to come.