Chapter 108 Clumsy at Intimacy
She collapsed forward. Her knees hit the wet tile hard. Her face smacked straight into Alexander's leg.
Alexander sucked in a sharp breath and shoved her shoulder back.
"Are you insane?"
Caroline panicked. She reached for his pajama pants, fingers trembling.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Did I hurt you? Let me see!"
Her fingertips barely grazed his waistband before he grabbed her wrist.
"What the hell are you doing?" Alexander looked down at her, shock flashing in his eyes.
The loose pants had slipped slightly from her pulling, exposing a strip of his taut waistline.
He tightened his grip on her wrist. His other hand clamped down on the waistband, holding it in place.
Caroline's wrist throbbed where he held her, but she didn't care. She only wanted to check his wound.
"Let me see your leg! I just hit it. What if the wound tears open?"
Her eyes were already welling up. She tried to twist free, reaching for his pants again with her other hand.
"Let go! Just let me look!"
Alexander hadn't expected her to be this stubborn. He wasn't prepared. She yanked the waistband down a few inches.
A soft rustling sound. The pajama pants slid down to his ankles, pooling on the wet tile.
The air froze.
Caroline's hands stopped. Her eyes went wide. Her mind went blank.
She'd forgotten to make him wear underwear.
Alexander stood frozen too. Blood rushed to his face. Heat crept up his neck and ears, beyond his control.
Then his gaze darkened.
Caroline stared up at him, finally realizing how mortifying this was.
She was soaking wet. Completely exposed. And Alexander, who'd just saved her, was now stripped bare because of her.
What the hell was she doing?
Alexander's eyes locked onto her.
She was kneeling on the floor, wet hair plastered to her cheeks. When she looked up, her eyes shimmered with panic.
That look. It was like an unintentional invitation.
How could she look at him like that, so innocent, in a situation like this?
"I'm sorry!"
Caroline scrambled to her feet and turned toward the towel Kenna had left on the counter.
But before she could wrap it around herself, Alexander grabbed her wrist.
The towel slipped to the floor.
He pulled her hand behind her back. His other hand swept across the counter, knocking bottles and jars to the ground with a sharp clatter.
Then he lifted his hand and gave her a gentle push. Caroline gasped. Her body bent forward over the counter.
The cold surface made her shiver.
Before she could react, Alexander's hand came from behind, spreading her legs apart.
His cock pressed against her entrance. With a rough exhale, he pushed in slightly.
"Ah… it hurts…" Caroline whimpered softly. She turned her head, eyes red-rimmed, looking back at him. "I think… I tore down there before."
Her voice was urgent. A single tear clung to the corner of her eye, ready to fall.
Alexander's breathing grew heavier.
"That's because…" He leaned down, his voice low in her ear. "You weren't ready. Caroline, when you're with me, you need to be ready. Always."
His breath tickled her ear. She instinctively tried to pull away.
"I… I don't know how…"
Her tone was genuine. No lie. Her mind was blank. She couldn't even remember their past encounters clearly, only flashes of ragged breathing and desperate need.
Alexander froze.
She wasn't a virgin. How could she not know about foreplay?
Then the memories hit him. Every time they'd been together, it had been rushed. Angry. Out of control.
He'd never taught her this. Never given her tenderness. Never made it good for her.
That was why… she always cried.
"Maybe… I should learn?" Caroline said quietly.
She tried to sit up, but the movement shifted their bodies closer. He felt her tension.
He inhaled sharply and pressed her shoulder down, pinning her back in place.
"Learn from who?"
"I…"
Before she could finish, Alexander's gaze deepened. He spoke softly. "Caroline, if a woman doesn't know what makes her body sing, her life is going to be very disappointing."
Her face flushed crimson.
"How would I know… ah…"
Before she finished speaking, she felt his hand slide between her legs. His fingers found her clit with precision.
"Mmm…"
The sudden sensation made her arch slightly. It was like electricity racing up her spine.
"Don't…" Caroline started to protest.
But her voice came out soft. Breathy. Like a kitten's mewl. It didn't sound like refusal. It sounded like invitation.
"You sure about that?" Alexander murmured in her ear.
"Your body's telling me something different."
His fingertips traced along her waist, light then firm, unpredictable. Her body responded with brutal honesty.
Pleasure mixed with shame flooded through her. Caroline curled her toes, trying to resist, but he held her steady.
She was getting wet. Her breathing quickened. Her mind spun. Her soft gasps echoed in the quiet bathroom.