Chapter 229 Intense jealousy
Hearing the intense jealousy in the man’s tone, Alana couldn’t help but chuckle.
Sometimes, she felt that even though he was a grown man, he was as childish as a three-year-old and needed to be coaxed.
“Okay, okay, I’ll get it ready for you. Not just your future birthdays, I’ll get you presents for all the birthdays you’ve already had, okay?”
Stephan shot her a glance. “I’ve already celebrated twenty-eight birthdays. Are you sure you want to get me twenty-eight birthday presents?”
Alana suddenly choked on her words. “I almost forgot...you’re already twenty-eight.”
Stephan gave her a half-smile. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m too old?”
Alana quickly denied it, “No, no, no, that’s not it.”
“Twenty-eight it is, then. If you plan carefully, you can still manage it.” Stephan felt a sense of relief.
This way, he wouldn’t be outdone by that fucking Cole.
The next time they met, he’d at least have the confidence to act a little more cocky in front of him.
He asked again, “Why did you fall for that fucking Cole guy back then?”
“Ah, well...”
Stephan frowned, then decided he didn’t want to know after all. “Never mind, let’s not talk about it.”
Why was he going out of his way to make things hard for himself? Asking Alana how she’d fallen for another man in the first place, wasn’t that just asking for trouble?
Stephan had lost interest in the topic, but she couldn’t help but become curious about him.
“Stephan, what about you? Was there a girl you liked back in school?”
“No.”
Alana was surprised. “None? Are you serious?”
Stephan’s thin lips twitched, slightly. “All I had on my mind back then was studying. When would I have had time to think about romance? I’m not like you. When I should have been studying, I didn’t focus on my studies, I had time to worry about other things.”
Alana gasped.
Why would he call her out like that?!
She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and tried to explain to him, “Actually, the reason I liked Cole is because...”
Before she could finish, the man furrowed his brows, cupped her face, and pressed his lips against hers, silencing her completely.
He gently nipped her lip. Hearing her faint whimper, he finally said, “Don’t even mention it! The past is the past. You have to look forward, focus on our present and future together, and stop dwelling on all that nonsense.”
Hmph.
He certainly didn’t want her reminiscing about how she’d fallen for another man before.
Yes, he was petty; hearing that would make him uncomfortable.
Alana lifted her eyelashes to look at him, biting her slightly moist lips.
Fine, if he didn’t want to hear it, she wouldn’t say anything.
“Let’s go back inside then. We shouldn’t be standing out here in the cold.”
Stephan rubbed the girl’s cheek. “Feeling cold, are you? Come on, let’s go back and take a romantic bath together to warm up.”
Alana swallowed.
Giving her no chance to refuse, Stephan had already picked her up and was striding toward the apartment.
As soon as they entered the bathroom, Alana’s clothes were stripped off, leaving her completely naked, and she was pulled into an intimate embrace with the man.
Alana was dazed, as if she’d just remembered something. “Oh, wait...I suddenly remembered something...”
Stephan held her close and kissed her passionately. “At a time like this, what are you daydreaming about? Focus on me.”
Alana bit her lip and managed to say, “I left Eve at the restaurant...”
“She has her own legs; she can walk home herself!”
“I left my phone in the restaurant too...”
“If you lose it, I’ll buy you a new one!”
Alana was completely at a loss, but she knew the man wasn’t joking.
The temperature in the bathroom kept rising. Steam clung to the glass walls of the shower, turning the small space into a private world of heat and water. The gentle trickle of the shower mixed with the intimate, intertwined moans and heavy breathing of a man and a woman.
Perhaps because they’d just had a rather heated argument, they were exceptionally devoted to each other during this intimate moment, taking special care to cater to one another’s needs. Every touch lingered. Every shift of weight was measured.
Stephan’s hands moved over Alana’s wet skin with deliberate care. He guided her under the spray, letting the warm water cascade down her shoulders and the soft curves of her breasts. His mouth found hers first, slow, deep kisses that asked nothing and gave everything. When he turned her around so her back rested against his chest, one arm stayed firm around her waist while the other slid lower.
“Are you okay?” he asked against her ear, voice low. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
As if he would.
Alana’s breath caught. A soft, embarrassed sound left her throat, half sigh, half whimper.
Her cheeks were already pink from the heat and from something deeper. She nodded once, small and quick, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead she pressed back against him, the only answer she could manage.
His fingers parted her carefully. The first slow circle of his thumb drew a quiet
“Mmm...” from her lips. When two fingers slipped inside, her head tipped back against his shoulder and a longer sound escaped.
“Ahh... ohh...” She bit her lower lip afterward, as if the sound itself had been too much.
Stephan worked her with patience, learning the exact pressure that made her thighs tremble. The water ran over both of them, mixing with the growing wetness between her legs. He kept checking, small adjustments, quiet questions murmured against her neck.
Each time she only answered with those small, breathy sounds and the way her body opened for him.
When he finally guided himself between her thighs and pressed forward, he did it inch by careful inch.
Alana’s hands flew back to grip his hips. A broken moan spilled out of her as he filled her completely
“Nnhgh...ahh... ahh...” She stayed quiet after that for several heartbeats, only the soft hitch of her breathing and the occasional tiny “Mmm...” giving her away.
He began to move. Slow, deep thrusts that rolled his body against hers. The wet sound of skin meeting skin under the shower blended with her rising sounds.
Every time he angled just right she made a sweeter noise into his ear.
“Ohhh... mmmnh...”
And her fingers tightened on him. He kept one hand low on her belly, steadying her, the other rising to cup her breast, thumb brushing the tight peak until another soft cry left her.
“Still good?” he asked again, voice rougher now.
She nodded hard, eyes closed, face turned slightly away. A faint, embarrassed flush spread down her neck. Instead of words, she pushed back to meet the next thrust, and the resulting moan was clearer...
“Ahh... yes... ahh...”
They climbed together under the warm water. Alana’s sounds grew longer, less controlled. They turned into higher, needier cries as the tension coiled tight.
When she came the first time her whole body tightened around him.
Loud moans of pure ecstasy broke from her throat, followed by a series of trembling little moans as the waves kept rolling through her.
The rhythmic clench pulled Stephan over a moment later. He buried himself deep and held there, forehead pressed to the back of her neck, breathing hard while the last pulses faded.
Even then he didn’t pull out, he turned her carefully in his arms and lifted her. Alana’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, locking at the small of his back.
He buried himself inside her again and stepped out of the shower. Water dripped from both of them onto the cool tile. Each step shifted him inside her, drawing soft, startled sounds from her lips.
She hid her face against his shoulder, arms tight around his neck, as he carried her through the bedroom doorway.