No Strings Attached

Chapter Eighteen

Their lips parted briefly, both of them catching their breath, but the charged air between them didn't dissipate. Alex's hand slid up her arm, his touch firm yet reverent, as if he were trying to commit every inch of her to memory. His forehead rested against hers, their breath mingling, a soft chuckle escaping him.
"I knew this was a bad idea," he murmured, his voice low and husky, though there was no regret in it.
Norma tilted her head back just enough to meet his gaze, her lips still tingling from his kiss. "And you gave in so easily," she teased, her voice light but carrying the weight of the moment.
His thumb brushed over her jaw, his smirk softening into something darker, something hungrier. "Yeah, well, you're impossible to resist," he admitted, the raw honesty in his voice making her stomach flutter. He moved in to kiss her again but she pulled back slightly, a promiscuous smile playing on her lips.
Her fingers trailed up his chest, stopping at the collar of his shirt as she toyed with the fabric. "I thought you'd be stronger than that," she whispered, her smile daring as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the corner of his mouth.
His breath hitched at her touch, his control slipping further with every passing second. "You're trouble," he murmured, his lips grazing her jaw as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him.
"And, yet, here you are," she shot back breathlessly as her fingers slip beneath the fabric of his shirt, tracing the hard lines of his abdomen.
He growled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "You have no idea what you do to me, Norma," he said, his lips moving to her neck, his words heavy and full of promise.
She gasped as his mouth found a sensitive spot below her ear, her hands tightening against his skin. "Why don't you show me," she challenged, her head tilting to give him better access.
Her words broke the last of his restraint. With a low curse, he scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom, their kisses deepening with every step. As soon as he set Norma back on the ground, he barely had time to process what was happening before Norma took control.
Her dress slipped the rest of the way off her body, leaving her completely bare for him as her hands pressed gently against his chest, urging him to sit on the edge of the bed.
He complied without a word, his breathing uneven as she knelt down between his knees, her fingers begin undoing the buttons on his shirt with agonizing slowness.
"Norma," he groaned with a low, desperate rasp.
She titled her head, a teasing smile on her lips. "What's the rush, Sheriff?" she whispered, her tone both sultry and playful.
Her hands slid beneath the fabric of his open shirt, gliding it over his chest and shoulders with a feather-light touch that had him clenching his fists against the mattress. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his neck, but just as his hands moved to her, she pulled back.
"Not yet," she said softly, her lips curving into a mischievous grin.
The restraint in his eyes gave way to a flicker of frustration, but he let her take the lead. Her hands roamed the hard planes of his body with an intentional slowness that had him groaning softly, every touch a calculating tease, leaving him wanting more but never fully getting it.
Her lips kissed down his chest as she tugged his pants down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers, which were quite snug around him now.
"You're killing me, Norma," he finally managed, his voice hoarse with need but his hands still firmly pressed against the mattress.
Her fingers paused at the waist of his boxers, her eyes locking with his, filed with a mixture of confidence and seduction. "Good," she said, leaning in to press a kiss just below his belly button. "Now you know how I felt."
He let out a strangled laugh, his head falling back as she continued her slow torment, her fingers tracing him through the fabric. Her lips easily found his sensitive spots that she already knew made him shiver, her hands still teasing him at a painstaking pace as she slowly pulled down the fabric. Her lips kissing anywhere but where he needed it.
"Norma," he groaned again, his voice almost pleading now. It turned her on more than she'd expected, the sound of him begging.
"Say please," she murmured against his skin, her hands lingering where he wanted them most but refusing to give him what he needed.
He swallowed hard, his pride at war with his desire, but in the end, she left him no choice. "Please," he rasped, his voice heavy with surrender as he stared down into her blue eyes.
Her smile widened, victorious and impossibly alluring as she slowly stood up. "Good boy," she whispered, as she slowly moved to straddle him.
She aligned herself with him but hovered for a moment, teasing him at her entrance as she held his tortured gaze.
A frustrated moan escaped his lips as his hips twitched upwards towards her before he stopped himself, still giving her full control. Her thumb skimmed his bottom lip, her eyes watching him as she slowly lowered herself onto him just an inch, before pulling up again, making him throw his head back as he used all of his strength to remain still for her.
She could see his struggle, could feel how bad he was aching for her, and all at once, she dropped herself onto him, the sensation eliciting a gasp from both of them.
Her touch now was no longer teasing but deliberate and electrifying. They moved together with an intimacy and intensity that spoke of the tension that had been building for too long.
It was slow, deliberate, each kiss and touch meant to savor rather than rush. Like they were getting to know each other's bodies all over again.
Though she had started in control, the way he gave himself over, the way he met her halfway with every movement, made it feel like they were equals in their undoing.
Her lips captured his with need, her hands burying themselves in his thick hair as his hands guide her hips with every movement. She pulled him to sit up with her, one hand reaching back to support herself on one of his knees as she throws her head back with pleasure.
The sight was something Alex couldn't put into words. She was breathtaking. So utterly stunning that she looked like she belonged in a museum, immortalized in marble for the world to admire.
And yet, he knew this moment wasn't for anyone else.
It was his.
This raw, unguarded beauty was something only his eyes would see. The thought made his chest tighten, as he committed every detail of her to memory while she rode out her high, her moans sounding like music to his ears.
Her eyes met his, heavy-lidded but sharp, as if she'd sensed his awe without him saying a word. What she saw in his gaze made her heart stutter and her movements falter slightly.
It was a reverence so profound it bordered on worship. There was a hunger, yes, but underneath it was a vulnerability that made her feel as though she had unraveled him completely, leaving him bare and exposed in the most beautiful way.
It was intoxicating, the way he looked at her. His hands which had been gently guiding her hips, tightened slightly, but in surrender. As if grounding himself in the reality of her.
"What?" she asked, her voice thick with the lingering haze of desire.
His lips quirked into a faint, crooked smile, his voice rough but teasing. "You're going to ruin me," he said as his hands slide up her back, the words carrying just enough weight to make her breath catch.
She leaned in close to him, her lips ghosting over his as she whispered, "I'm far from finished."
Her words lit yet another fire in Alex, this naughty side of Norma, a side he never expected, both thrilled and confused him.
With her usual demeanor of floral dresses and a sweet smile, he'd always thought he knew exactly who she was. She never failed to surprise Alex, in every way, but this was different.
This was a Norma he couldn't get enough of, a temptation he couldn't resist. He chuckled breathlessly, his fingers brushing a strand of her hair from her face as his eyes locked with hers. "God, you really are something else."
The air between them ignited, something darkening in Norma's eyes as she grabs his jaw, tilting his head up slightly to capture his lips in a fiery, desperate kiss.
His hands trail down her bare back, his touch leaving a trail of sparks in its wake as he gently massages her skin. His lips moved against hers with an expertise that left her legs almost shaking as she grinds her hips against him once again, his moan spilling into her mouth before he can stop it.
Suddenly, her hand was around his neck, pushing him back down onto the mattress, her eyes darker than he'd ever seen them. She began to slide down his body, her voice a sultry promise that left his body buzzing.
"Now, lay there and let me finish."