CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NADIA’S POV
As the warm water cascaded down the smooth layers of my skin, I closed my eyes, the image of that man-that Alpha-, lingering in my brain. The way his lips had worked on me, trailing on my body like it was made of honey. He was a veteran in that area. I could almost feel his hands on my body like he was right behind me. A moan escaped my lips unknowingly but I did not mind.

“I didn’t know you wanted me that much,” My eyes flew open, turning around to find Will, completely naked. When did he even get in the shower?

“W-Will,” I stuttered, my face flushed as the thought of thinking of another man taunted me. But thinking about Alpha was all I had been doing since I got back to New York. I was supposed to be there for Will but my brain would not obey me. From how blatant he was about wanting me to the way he fucked me like it would the only time he’d ever get the chance to do it up to the way he said my name; was all fresh in my mind. I tried to bury it or at least force myself to feel the guilt of cheating on Will but nothing was going how I wanted it.

“I want you so bad right now,” he whispered but before I could stop him, he pushed me against the bathroom wall, his lips instantly claiming mine.

I felt nothing in that kiss. It was like suddenly his lips were not as tasty as they used to be before. The hunger and want I had felt when Alpha kissed me, was missing. Consequently, I bunched my hands against his shoulders, attempting to push him away from me. He looked up in surprise, feigning hurt in the depth of his orbs.

“Don’t you want me anymore Nadia?” He questioned in a pained whisper.

“Of course I want you but we paid our last respects to your mother earlier on today. We can’t just screw around already,” That was obviously the lamest excuse anyone could ever come up with but it was all my brain conjure up.

He ran a hand on over his now wet dirty blonde hair as water sprinkled over his magnificent back. A sigh that could easily be translated as frustrated consequently left his lips.

“You are right. I guess I thought that a few minutes of pleasure with you would make the pain in my heart a tiny bit less hurting. I can’t believe she is gone, you know? All my life it’s been just me and her and then just like that, she is gone…forever. It’s like one minute we are joking over the phone about how many grandkids we are going to give to her and the next minute, I’m getting a call from the hospital,” I had never seen him looking so heartbroken before. Who could blame him though? The poor guy had lost his mother; the only parent he had remaining. His father had died when he was a mere toddler and now at twenty-six, he was officially an orphan. Maybe it was his pain that brought the suddenly flash of memories in my head; memories of back when I was just a scared kid and I had to go to therapy to put the nightmares to a stop. Shaking the thoughts of my head, I focused my attention on the one man who needed it so much right now.

“Hey, you are going to get through this. You know that she would not want you to be sad for the rest of your life, right?” I lilted, my palms closed around his biceps. I wish I had somebody back then to tell me that.

“I can’t get over her alone and I need you to be there for me, love. I want you to hold my hand in every step of the way. What I’m saying is that I want to marry you on the tenth of next month,” He looked at me like his own life depended on the answer that would roll off my lips.

“M-marry?” I stuttered. He could not be possibly seriously. We just buried his mother and now that was the only thing he could think of?

“I know this is the worst timing ever but you are all I have left now and I have no idea what I’d do or where I’d start from if I lose you,” Worst timing? Talk about it being the worst place. I was in the shower and we were both naked for Pitts sake. A conversation about marriage should be somewhere better and more comfortable than this.

“Can we talk about this after I’m done showering?” I said.

“Only if you let me rub your back,”

“You know I love it when you do that,” I handed him the sponge, watching as he soaped it.

With my back on him, I felt his hands move on my back softly, delicately washing. My eyes fell shut enjoying the act only for my mind to fall back to that night; to that fucking stranger I could not get out of my head. His mouth had been punishing and not to mention how his hands knew exactly what to and when to do it. No man had ever made me feel that hot by just his arresting gaze smoldering over my body. Fuck! I wanted a repeat of that night; I wanted Alpha again.

“Damn! I barely touched your sensitive spot and you are already moaning,” I moaned? I was really losing it.

Suddenly he leaned in, nibbling my ear a little, “Are you sure you do not want that fuck? Both us could really use it, you know,” I needed to forget that man, a man I could never possibly meet again and yet I longed for so much.

I turned around, tracing my fingers over his chest while trying so hard not to picture Alpha’s body.

“You know what? Maybe you are right,” I leaned close while pushing him against the wall,” Maybe we both need a …release. Now kiss me Will like you are never going to taste these lips ever again,” A smirk instantly broke on his face.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grabbed my waist, pushing his lips against mine and I responded just as eagerly, trying to put my concentration to what was happening right now.

When we pulled back, there was a little bit of shock painted on his face.

“Just what I needed,” He breathed.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” I questioned.

“What about the soap on your back?”

“I could care less about that,” I smirked and before I could speak another word, he hoisted me, with my legs wrapped around his torso and lips smashed against each other once again.

“I wanna be on top,” I lilted when he placed me on top.

I loved being on top with Will tied to the bed posts. It gave me the control I wanted and the desire to control Will during sex was always overwhelming. A few times I let him take over but it was never really the same.

“Still wanna tie me up?” He questioned, lip tilted up slightly.

“No, I want your hands grabbing my butt cheeks while I ride you, babe,” I spoke softly.

“Oh, I sure will, Ma’am,”