Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter Book 2)

by Melanie Martins

  Then, impatient, I text again: Forget it. It was NOT a question! When are you coming?

  Afterward, I sit up in bed, switch the light on, and keep reading. To my greatest surprise, I hear three knocks on the door not even ten minutes later. Instructing him to come in, I put down my book upon seeing him. “Hey…” I greet in a soft and mellow voice, my lips already curving into a smile as I observe the most handsome man stepping inside my room.

  “Hey,” Alex replies, matching my tone. After closing and locking the door behind him, he strolls over in my direction, and as he sits beside me, his delicious scent takes over me. And just like in his office, it awakens all my senses, causing a flood of wetness between my thighs. Regardless of my current medical state, I hope he’s not too tired to make love.

  “How are you feeling? Did you take your medicine already?” he asks, keeping his voice so calm and caring.

  “Yeah, I did,” I tell him, licking my lips. Then I pull down the sheets, revealing my nightdress. “Um, Cynthia got me new pajamas,” I tease. “What do you think?”

  Letting out a quick chuckle, his eyes gleam like jewels at the view, and a smile laced with naughtiness and desire settles on his lips—one that makes my cheeks blossom with heat. His gaze remains fixed on me, like he’s mentally undressing me. He then leans down and gives me a peck on the mouth. “Thank you for wearing it,” he whispers. We keep quiet as we stare at each other, my heart already beating so damn hard. “I love it.”

  Warmth surges through me at his presence, and the more I look at him, the wetter I become. It’s so painful not being able to move as I’d like, but I do my best to bring myself closer to him. Just inches from his chest, I run a hand inside his open collar, fondling his smooth skin. “Now that we are alone…” Letting my words trail off, I keep my eyes on him as my fingers go to his shirt and start unbuttoning it. Alex seems to revel in it as he keeps silent, watching my every move. Returning the smile, with contemplative eyes, he brushes some locks of hair out of my face, then leans over to plant another quick peck on my lips. But I want much more than that.

  “Petra?” His tone is neither sensual, nor playful. It feels like the beginning of a painful conversation.

  “Yes?” I reply apprehensively.

  “Can I ask you something?” His voice sounds so heavy that my heart gives a little jump.

  With my lips flattening, I mumble a quick, “Sure.” And I do my best to tame my growing nervousness.

  His eyes remain pinned on me. They are tender but also curiously troubled. “Why did you lie to me?”

  His question is enough to make my gaze drop to my lap and my body freeze in utter embarrassment. I know exactly what lie he is talking about. “I… um…” Still dazzled by his question, I tuck some hair behind my ear, thinking how this evening is not going as expected, but apart from that, nothing else comes to mind. “I don’t know,” I tell him sincerely. “It just felt right.”

  “Right?” he repeats in confusion.

  “I mean, that we were doing it naturally.” Oh jeez, I must sound so pathetic right now. I decide to look up at him, and as I do so, my cheeks must've turned a thousand shades of red. Searching for a better answer, I say, “I… I didn’t want to use a condom.” But it turns out to be just as bad as my first one.

  “That doesn’t explain the fact that you lied about taking the pill.” Despite his soft and caring tone, he can be so pushy sometimes. As Alex sees me completely wordless, he adds, “Did you want to get pregnant?”

  That question is like a reality check. Pressing my lips tightly together, I look down for a few seconds before mumbling, “Maybe.”

  He lets out an exasperated breath, the one you make when you can barely believe what you just heard. After glancing around the room, his gaze lands again on me. Yet he takes a blatant moment to ask, “And did you think about me? Don’t I get a say in it?”

  Rolling my eyes, I can’t help but chide, “Oh, relax. Would it have been so bad to have a child?”

  He blinks twice, his jaw dropping at my statement. “I’d have wanted to be informed first, yeah. See, unplanned pregnancies are not really my thing.” He pauses, observing me. I’m not sure if he expects me to say something more or not, but I’ve got nothing else to add. “I… I can’t believe how careless and selfish you were.” Another rush of air, and this time, he runs a hand through his wild hair as he keeps ruminating. “You didn’t even think about it, did you?” But I remain mute, devoid of any will to speak. “I’m talking to you, Petra.”

  “What do you want me to say?”

  “The truth,” he answers just as fast. “I want to understand what was going through your mind to lie about something so damn important.” His expression is so serious that I shiver. “Having a child is a life-changing decision,” he scolds. “It’s not like buying a new dress that you can return if you don’t like it.”

  “I don’t think Dad’s life changed that much after he had me,” I snap back. “You were just scared.”

  “Scared?” he repeats, sounding offended. “Scared of what? I nearly raised you.” Since I’m not answering back, Alex keeps going. “I know how to give a bath to a toddler, how to put him to sleep, how to play—”

  “So what’s your problem?” I cut him off, my tone higher than usual. After calming down, I add, “I knew you would’ve been a great dad. I just… I just didn’t mind if we’d have been parents that soon.” And for some unknown reason, everything just starts flowing out of my mind and then out of my mouth. “Yeah, I didn’t think much about it, but I was cool with the outcome anyway. That’s the truth for you. Good enough?”

  As we glare at each other, our expressions cold and unsmiling, an uncomfortable tension rises between us. And it’s not pretty to witness. Alex breaks eye contact, his eyes lowering. “Wow,” he utters, his voice filled with disappointment. “Sometimes you have such an attitude.”

  Creasing my brows, I ask, “What attitude?”

  “You lied to me,” he reminds me before standing up from the bed. Then I hear nothing but silence as he lets the weight of his words sink into me. “And yet you make it seem like it’s okay if it’s to get what you want. Don’t you see it?” This time, I roll my eyes at his comment. I just can’t help it. “I never ever had sex without using a condom, and you knew it. And despite that, you lied. And instead of apologizing and being humble, you make it seem like it’s my fault.”

  “And the fact that you’re making such a big fuss about it is even more concerning,” I reply back. And then, as I look him in the eye, I ask, “Or was it Dad who sent you to lecture me?”

  “I’m tired of this discussion.” Avoiding answering my question, Alex walks back toward the door. “I will sleep in another room.”

  My heart drops at his decision. And I can’t possibly fathom spending my first night alone without my fiancé. “Wait,” I plead. Alex does so and stands near the door. As I look at his expression, I realize my words were rude, and deep down, I know they truly hurt him. Blowing out a breath, I swallow my pride and say, “I’m sorry I lied.” I try to sound as sincere as I can, but I’m not used to having arguments and having to apologize. “I know I broke your trust, and I should’ve told you the truth. It was selfish and immature. I won’t do it again.” My lips twitch into a smile at his stiff expression loosening up. “And, um, I’m not on the pill.”

  Alex lets a quick chuckle escape as we look at each other. “I kind of figured that out.”

  Feeling more at ease, I then tell him, “It was selfish, I know.”

  “You used me,” he adds.

  Rolling my eyes, I quickly protest, “Don’t exaggerate. I’m already apologizing.”

  “I never thought you were so proud,” he comments, and not in a good way. As I keep observing him, his hands in his pockets, I do a quick victory dance in my head once he returns to sit beside me. “Thanks for apologizing.” He then leans down, pressing his lips against my forehead. “Now it’s time for you to sleep.”

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��Huh?” My eyes widen, and I gape instantly. “No…”

  “Petra, Dr. Nel said—”

  “I know…” Cutting him off, I take his right hand, and switching to a more sensual tone, I mumble, “But I’m not sleepy…” Then I guide his hand slowly down under my nightdress and between my thighs, pulling him closer. “Can’t you feel how wet I am?” His lips part in surprise, and after he blows out a breath, his fingers start gliding around my clit while his smoldering gaze travels down to my crotch, reveling in the view. I do the same, and as I look at his erection pressing against his pants, the naughtiest thoughts perk up in me, and I lick my lips.

  But in a sudden move, his hand leaves me. “Petra, we should take it easy,” he utters in a low voice. “You just woke up. It’s better we have a medical—”

  “Oh, stop it…” I pull his head toward mine to claim his lips. His mouth slams into mine, silencing everything but us. Intense and hot, his kiss causes a rush of heat to stream through me, and I’m left breathless at my growing desire. My hands move from his neck up to his wild hair, tugging on it and inviting him to lean over me. But his lips part from mine, and as I reopen my eyes, I find him taking his shirt off, revealing his muscular torso. Oh fuck… My eyes linger on his perfect pecs, his biceps, his wide shoulders, and my jaw drops at the view as I blow out a breath.

  Then he comes over and grips my legs, opening them wide, and yanks me against him. His piercing blue eyes tease mine as he starts tracing warm kisses up my inner thigh, moving all the way toward my center, where he buries his head. I shudder at his presence, my wetness intensifying, my pussy desperate to be eaten.

  “Ah…” A quick gasp escapes me as he flicks his warm tongue over my clit and starts sucking my tender flesh, making my pelvis arch instantly. Oh fuck, a rush of adrenaline starts flowing through my veins, and my fingers run through his tousled hair, clutching it in my fist and pushing myself into his mouth even more. I feel his tongue now entering me, and I can’t help but moan at the intrusion. “Oh my…” His mouth is taking every inch of my cunt, his lips on my clit, his tongue exploring inside me. “Ah…” And it takes everything in me not to yell at the intensity of my pleasure. Holy fuck… His hands hold me tightly against him, and his intensity speeds up, the suction on my little nub bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. It feels so damn good that my hips start moving in slow waves against his mouth, and I can hear him groaning while he’s eating me hungrily. “Ah,” I whimper, overwhelmed with all the sensations, and my thighs tense against his head at my growing rapture. Fuck, I’m so damn close… My entire body is tingling, my head a hazy mess. I’m soaking against his mouth as I feel him licking and lapping every bit of me. My back arches, and I throw my head back as my hips roll into his greedy mouth. Dear Lord! I moan louder as I come from his vigorous tongue circling my swollen clit. “Oh God…” The climax is so great I could cry from it. Alex reaches up and presses his mouth to mine in a much-needed kiss filled with so much fervor and passion that I skip a breath, and, tasting myself on his lips, I moan in the back of my throat, letting him know how much I want him. Then I hear a little grunt from him as our tongues dance and swirl with vivacious tenacity. Our kiss becomes more urgent, without holding back. My hands go down to his belt, and I start unbuckling it. Alex breaks our kiss, and with a ragged breath and parted lips, he lets his eyes travel down to watch me unzip his pants. My moves are hurried, my hands shaking at the urge to feel him.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks softly, his voice laced with concern. “You can barely move your legs.”

  Oh gosh, who cares? I’m burning with desire, and the urge to feel him inside me is unbearable. “Don’t worry…” I breathe as I shove his pants down his hips and below his ass. Wow. I gape at the thick bulge straining against his boxers. I might have seen him naked countless times, but it always feels like the first time. My pussy is drenched, and I feel the first fluids dripping down my thighs. “I’ll be fine.” Then I reach for his neck, pulling him down and kissing his swollen lips hard. His lips leave mine as Alex stands up from the bed to strip off his pants, giving me a wide view of his delicious body and erection.

  As I remain sitting in bed, the sight of his naked body leaves me in total awe. Oh gosh… I’ll never get enough of it. He’s almost too sinful to look at.

  “It should be a crime to have a body like yours,” I tease, licking my lips.

  He chuckles in return, but doesn’t say a word. Then he straddles me, my legs between his knees and my eyes inches from his striking abs. He reaches down, takes my hand, and presses it against his pec. A loud gasp parts my lips at the touch of his warm skin. I missed absolutely everything about him, and after so many months in a coma, this feels just like my first time seeing and touching him. He guides my fingers over his chest, and the sensation of his skin, his energy, his warmth deepens my breath, which becomes loud and ragged. Then he brings my fingers down to his abs, and my mouth remains wide open to breathe. “You like it, huh?” I think that’s a question, but I’m too high to reply. My gaze follows my fingers tracing all the way down to his pelvis, and a little gasp escapes me once he guides my fingers to wrap around his length. “You have no idea how much I missed this…” he says just above a whisper.

  Keeping my hand around his cock, I start stroking him from the tip to the base. First slowly enough, before increasing the pressure as he likes it. Then my other hand moves under him and starts gently cupping his balls and playing with them. Little grunts of pleasure come from his mouth, and he leans forward, holding himself against the headboard. His length becomes hard as granite, and a small drop of precum emerges from the tip. A rush of dopamine takes over me at the sight of it, and without waiting any further, I start licking and sucking the head, before moving to the sensitive underside of his cock, where I place wet kisses with my tongue. “Fuck…” he breathes out.

  Heat bursts through me at his growing arousal, and, determined to give him as much pleasure as he gave me, I take him deeper into my mouth, going as far I can until the tip of his cock nudges my throat and I withdraw a bit. Alex grabs the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my hair, and gently starts moving me back and forth to follow his rhythm. But anytime he thrusts his hips, he hits the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water. “Oh, yeah…” I hear him groaning in satisfaction as he keeps going. “Just like that…” Then sloppy sounds start erupting from my mouth while my tongue keeps licking the shaft, already soaked with saliva. There is something extremely satisfying about pleasing him like this. It reminds me of when I was on my knees by the fireplace and I sucked him until I was sore.

  I look up at him, meeting his gaze filled with lust, before his head tilts back and his lips part to growl. I shut my eyes when they become too blurred to see, and let myself revel in his guttural sounds. I keep sucking him with more insistence and enthusiasm, and little moans vibrate in my throat at the throbbing sensation of his cock. Losing himself in the heat of the moment, he forces his cock all the way down, filling my mouth completely, then Alex holds me there, long enough that I start to gasp for air. He retracts a bit before thrusting in and out again, his cadence increasing faster and faster as he approaches his climax. “Fuck yeah…” I can feel my saliva dripping down my chin and my jaw starting to ache. As I hear him grunting, he starts pulsating intently, and I can taste hot cum pumping inside my mouth. “Keep sucking…” I follow his command and remain focused on sliding up and down, his shaft getting wet from his cum. Once I realize he’s done, I pause for a moment and swallow all at once. His breath is shallow and quick, and it seems like he’s exhausted. His cock leaves my mouth as he bends forward to catch his breath, his forearms resting on the headboard. “Jeez…” he blurts out. “I really missed that.”

  A quick chuckle rolls off my lips at his comment. But my attention remains lower—his new position gives me a better angle to his balls, waiting for me to take them. I trace a line of wet kisses from his shaft all the way down to his sack. There I hold it in my hand and
start licking and sucking a ball before putting it into my mouth. Since his ball is too big to get it all in, I keep kissing and caressing it in my palm. “That feels so good…” The sensuality in his tone catches me off guard, and a little whimper escapes me while my tongue lingers around his flesh. I feel his hand now stroking the back of my head in appreciation. All of a sudden, though, his bent legs switch position, and my head falls down on the pillow as he lies on top of me. His eyes are on mine, searching for something. “I still can’t believe you are here.”

  A smile plays on my lips, and I wrap my arms around him. “And I can’t believe you are here either.”

  His gaze drifts down to my mouth, and he closes the small gap between us with a kiss filled with so much passion that a flush of pure bliss hits me hard. Oh my… His warm tongue slides inside my mouth to meet mine, setting my body on fire. This is the perfect position to make love, so I reach down between us for his cock, but Alex breaks our kiss, casting a quick glance at the nightstand. “Let me grab a condom first.”

  I retain him before he can move. “You can just pull out…” And I take his length in my palm, bringing it toward my entrance. I can barely bend my legs, but thank God, the electric therapy I did earlier today is finally having some results.

  His eyes are burning with desire, his breath shaky, and I know he’s yearning for so much more. “I won’t be able to control myself,” he growls, his crotch pressed against mine. Oh gosh, neither will I. “Ah…” I hear him groaning as I push the head inside me. His eyes shut down and his brows crease as he fights to keep control. “Fuck, why are you doing this?”

  “Because I want you.” I seal his lips with a kiss and start twitching my pelvis to accommodate his girth. “Just like this.” Then a quick moan escapes at the feel of him entering me so smoothly. “Ah…”

  But in a sudden move, he withdraws himself from me, and his rejection leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. “Don’t you see how selfish you are?” His tone is so cold that it stabilizes me. “We just had an argument about birth control, and you still don’t give a shit.” I can’t believe how stubborn he is about this! Fuck! I’m left in total awe as he gets off of me and rolls to the other side of the bed. “I’ll ask Dr. Nel to prescribe you the pill tomorrow.” And he kisses the top of my head before turning his back to me and switching off the lights. “Good night.”