Dragging Alec into it

Chapter Eleven:  (not really, this is really the PG-13 version of 10)

Max and Alec blurred their way to the back door of the building.

Alec grabbed the door knob with one hand and pulled Max into him with the other, the weight of them both causing the door to open up behind them. Partially stepping, partially falling, they rolled into the wall, Alec’s arm cushioning Max’s head as he leaned in to kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her mouth and the ardor of her tongue as it danced with his. He stepped into her, wanting to feel every inch of her as close to him as she could be.

His lips burned into her, and the scorching heat of him drew her in helplessly. The mating of their mouths sent a deep shudder to the lowest point in her stomach and she pulled herself even closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing herself to him intimately.

Alec groaned into her mouth as she rubbed against him, desperately tempted to shred her clothes and end the torture in the entryway. He broke away from her lips and moved his way down the side of her neck. “God…Max…” he whispered against her, licking and kissing the soft skin at the nape of her neck.

Max sighed as he kissed her, arching her back and neck to allow him better access.

Alec pulled back and stared into her eyes, his intensely green, but murky, storming with the desire to drop to the floor and take her. His breathing was coming in hard as he looked at her, straight into her. Was he trying to find something? She wondered. Apparently he found it because he smiled suddenly and pushed them away from the wall.

“Shall we go upstairs?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her suggestively.

She didn’t let go of him, but locked her ankles and pulled herself closer, putting her nose to his in an Eskimo kiss, but making it clear she wasn’t letting go of him. She felt him smile and she did too.

Seconds later, Alec was kicking shut the door to the first room he saw and dumping them both on the bed. She clawed at his back, bring his shirt up and he helped her, throwing it off. Her hands explored the definition of his finely muscled back, groaning into his mouth has he kissed her, drinking in the passion that she gave him so strongly. Each taste of her was a piece of heaven and Alec had spent his life in hell.

They mimicked their feelings with their bodies, acting on the sparks that drew them together, that kept them together. The intensity of their passion lit the room.

“I love you.” He whispered, not letting her respond but kissing her with the fire that drew them together.

In the Aftermath, when Max was still catching her breath, she thought about his words and stroked his back, feeling safe, yet terrified.