But then she smiles beautifully, and my heart somersaults.
“Sounds good.” She pulls me in, kissing me in a salacious way that steals my breath away. “I’m in.”
I expel a breath full of relief. Imagine if she’d rejected me. I would have died of embarrassment. “Thank God.”
My mouth falls down on hers in a slow, promising kiss. Feeling her smile against me, I reciprocate. My hands tangle in her hair as our kiss deepens and becomes hurried.
Peppering open-mouthed kisses on her jaw down to the column of her throat, I groan as she pulls at the hem of my sweatshirt. I grab it by the back of the collar and tear it off, my t-shirt getting caught in the process.
Fuck it. My clothes are on the ground, my lips back on her skin.
Alara’s hands start exploring the muscled planes of my bare torso as I start unbuttoning her cardigan, my lips lightly suctioning where her shoulder and neck meet. Her touch renders me completely powerless, invisible sparks rising in its wake.
She sighs, a little dreamily, as if she can’t believe this is really happening. Honestly? I’m the one who needs to be pinched, becausehowa woman so intelligent and captivating wants me – a man so lost and jaded by his own mistakes – is beyond me.
“Are you okay with keeping this a secret?” I ask, in a whisper, dragging my teeth along her collarbone. God, she smells so fucking good. We’ll be better off if no one knows about this – especially Gaby and Jordan.
“Yes. Sneaking around is thrilling.”
“You like the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” I smirk, thinking of her bookshelf filled with smutty romances. I bet she has fantasies she’d love to explore with me.
With her hands firmly cradling my face, she steals another kiss. “I like the idea of having you all to myself better.”
“Fuck,” I murmur. “That’s right. I’m all yours, baby.”
I lose myself as I kiss and kiss and kiss her, clearly unable to get enough and satiate my growing addiction. I finish unbuttoning her top, dragging my palms along her ribs. I groan, biting on her lower lip, as I touch bare skin. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want it. If anything gets too much.”
“Keep going,” she whispers, grabbing my wrists to bring my hands to her breasts. I instantly moan at the feel of her – so full, so perfectly made for me – marveling at the sensation of dainty lace scraping against my palms.
“Fucking hell.” She’s a perfect handful. I observe her breasts spilling out of her lacy emerald bra, the color so fucking lovely against her pale skin. “That’s what you wear every day?”
Now all I’ll think about is the kind of lingerie she has on underneath her clothes. Is this the beginning of my ruination? Yeah, sure feels like it.
I knead at her perky breasts, testing their weight. Alara arches into my touch, and I take the time to look at how she’s splayed out before me. Her skirt has ridden to the top of her thighs, making me wonder if she’s wearing matching panties. I want to pull her thigh-high socks down with my teeth, want to taste every fucking perfect inch of her.
“Yes,” she answers breathily. “I feel sexy when I wear lingerie.”
I wet my lips. “You are. Trust me, you really are.”
As I push her skirt up to her waist, she scrambles with my belt while kissing my chest. I tip my head back when her lipsskim over my nipple, and grunt when she sucks the skin over my pectoral, leaving a deep red mark.
“You’re so hot,” I whisper, as she unbuttons my jeans and tears the zipper down.
“Me? Have you seen yourself?”
A laugh rumbles in my chest. “I’m pretty good-looking, aren’t I?”
She rolls her eyes. “There he is.”
My gaze falls to the apex of her thighs where the tiniest, flimsiest piece of lace covers her. It, of course, matches her bra. I can’t wait to see her naked so I can worship every inch of her.
My fingers slip beneath the waistband. Plucking it, I let it snap against her hip. “You want to roll your eyes at me? Do it when you come.”
She pushes my jeans down just enough to rest them below my ass. The moment she palms my hard erection through my boxer briefs, she parts her mouth, and I hold a whimper in. “Diego, this— you—”
“Are you about to complain about how big I am?”
She squeezes me, hard enough for my hips to jerk into her touch. “Why don’t you make me come instead of running your cocky mouth?”
