Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 75

Christiana's POV

I felt the firm pressure of Alex’s hands kneading into my shoulders, and for a moment, I almost lost myself. His touch was skilled, deliberate, and despite every voice in my head telling me to stop him, my body betrayed me. A low moan slipped past my lips before I could catch it, and I immediately cursed myself for the weakness.

"Alex," I managed to say, my voice uneven, barely a protest.

He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. The way his fingers expertly dug into the tense muscles of my back spoke volumes. I closed my eyes, letting the tension melt away, each knot he worked out of me unraveling the resistance I had tried to maintain all evening.

“Just relax, Christiana,” he murmured, his voice low, almost commanding. “You need this.”

I should’ve told him to stop. I should’ve stepped away, made him leave. But instead, I leaned back into him, my mind racing between what I knew was right and how badly I wanted to keep feeling the comfort of his hands on me.

I could feel the heat rising between us, simmering, building up like a slow burn. His hands moved lower, brushing the edges of my spine, the warmth of his palms spreading through me. I swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was slipping through my fingers.

“You didn’t have to stay,” I said, my voice softer this time. “But... thank you.”

“You’re overworking yourself,” Alex replied, his breath close to my ear now. I could feel his chest lightly pressing against my back. “Someone has to look after you.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the sensation of his hands working magic on my muscles made it impossible to form the words. His touch was intoxicating. I didn’t want to admit it, but in this moment, I needed this. I needed him.

Just as I was about to pull away, Alex's hands stilled, and for a second, I thought he was going to leave. But instead, he stepped in front of me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. There was something unspoken between us, something neither of us could deny, no matter how hard we had tried.

“Christiana,” he said softly, his voice like a whisper against the storm of emotions inside me. “You don’t have to do everything alone.”

I didn’t know when it happened or how, but suddenly, we were closer, his breath mingling with mine. His hand brushed my cheek, tender and gentle, an opposite to the tension simmering between us. My body weakened with every second that passed, and before I could stop myself, I leaned into his touch.

"Alex..." I whispered, a silent plea that even I didn’t understand.

One thing led to another. His lips were on mine, firm yet soft, and the world seemed to tilt. I didn't know what I was thinking, maybe I wasn't thinking at all. All the walls I had built, all the boundaries I had set, shattered in an instant. His kiss was hungry, but there was tenderness in it, a longing that I hadn't felt in so long.

I kissed him back, every ounce of resistance crumbling as my hands found their way around his neck. There was no room for doubt, no room for hesitation. We were caught in the pull of something bigger than us, something I couldn’t fight.

The kiss deepened, his hands moving to the small of my back, drawing me closer. Heat flared through me, and every inch of my skin buzzed with electricity. I knew this was dangerous, knew that it could change everything. But in that moment, all I wanted was to be lost in him.

“Christiana...” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and ragged.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My body was doing all the talking for me, and I let it. Whatever this was, whatever was happening between us, I couldn’t stop it now.

But in the back of my mind, a question lingered, one I wasn't ready to confront just yet: What happens when the moment ends?

Quickly, I shoved this out of my mind.

Because I could feel my heart pounding in my chest from anticipation, uncertainty and lastly desire.

Alex pulled me closer, his hands roaming my back with a gentle urgency that sent shivers racing down my spine. My senses were heightened, every whisper of air and every brush of fabric against my skin amplifying the warmth between us.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice was a low rumble, filled with uncertainty and a fierceness that made my breath hitch.

I searched his eyes, and in that moment, I saw both desire and concern. It was as if he was asking for permission, even though we both knew we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice trembling a bit. “But I want this.”

His lips curled into a smirk, one that held promise and mischief. “Then let’s not overthink it.”

Before I could respond, he captured my lips again, the kiss deepening as our surroundings faded into oblivion. I melted against him, surrendering completely to the moment. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me against him as if he wanted to fuse our bodies together.

Every nerve ending in me ignited, and I could feel the weight of his body pressing against mine, strong and commanding. It felt thrilling, terrifying, but so right. As if the world outside had vanished, and it was just us, tangled in our desires.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear as he pulled away just enough to gaze into my eyes. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

My cheeks flushed at his words. “You make me feel things I didn’t think I could still feel,” I confessed, my voice trembling slightly.

Oh, this was stupid. Get your act together and kick this man out, Christiana! A part of me screamed in my head. But the other was against it.

Alex let out a low chuckle, a sound that sent another wave of heat through me. “Then let me show you just how much I want you.”

With that, he took my hand, guiding me to the couch. The soft fabric welcomed me, and I sank back, watching as he knelt before me, a predatory glint in his eyes. My heart raced as I realized what was coming next.