My hand moves to his chest, flattening across the firm muscles that cover his heart. “I love touching you, too.”
“And what about when I touch you?” Alec asks. His magic fingers work at me, plucking and stroking until my thighs are quivering. Fire coils deep insideme, fanning into an inferno of need. He nuzzles the sensitive skin at the base of my jaw. “Do you love that, too?”
My hips jerk towards him of their own accord. “Yes,” I breathe. “I love it when you touch me.”
“What about when I touch you here?” He raises his hand to my breast and captures my nipple between his fingers. As he plucks and rolls it, drawing my nipple to a taut peak, he asks, “Do you love this?”
I arch towards him; my body mindlessly wanting more. “Yes.”
“And what about this?” Alec kisses a line down my neck and along my collarbone. Goosebumps erupt across my skin. “Do you love this, too?”
My inner muscles convulse, gripping Alec’s hard length and rippling around it. “Yes,” I breathe.
A smile curves his lips as he looks back at me. “And what about this?” Reaching between us again, he uses the slickness we created to create a storm of sensation.
He flicks at me. Rubs my sensitive skin. Pinches just enough to bring a flare of pain that’s the perfect counterpoint to the pleasure flooding through me. “Do you like this, too?” he asks.
But before I can respond, he sits back and grips my hips, tilting them up so he sinks even deeper, filling me completely.
My thoughts splinter. All I can manage is a choked, “Oh.Oh.”
Alec lifts my legs, draping them over his shoulders. “I love it, Haze. All of it.” His eyes darken to the shade of a forest at midnight. “Touching you. Feeling your body respond. Having you wrapped around me. Hearing the sounds you make. Seeing the look in your eyes…”
“I love it all, too,” I manage. “I love everything about being with you.”
A beat later, my heart thuds hard.
It’s dangerously close to the truth.
I almost say it.
I love you.
But is now the right time after weeks of waiting? Or will Alec think I’m just saying it in the heat of the moment?
I’ve nearly said it a dozen times over, but each time there was a reason to wait.
Things were still too fresh after everything that happened with the three pieces of shit, as Alec calls them.
My counselor suggested holding off on any major life decisions until things settled.
I was still living with Alec, and what if my profession of love made things awkward?
We hadn’t been dating that long. It might be too soon.
But if I’m truly being honest with myself, I was scared to say it. Everything with Alec was going so well—isstill going incredibly well—and I worriedthat I could ruin things if I said I loved him and he didn’t feel the same.
Alec twitches inside me. He leans over so we’re flush against each other, my breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest. “I love it all, too,” he says. An unreadable emotion moves across his face. “All of it.”
Then he pulls partly out and drives deep again.
And again.
And again.
I clutch at him, my nails digging into his biceps. My belly quivers. My core throbs, each pulse more intense than the last.
“Hazel,” he groans. “You feel so damn good.”
