“To bed, my love. Finally, to fucking bed.”
Hurray!
And he called me “my love.”
That will never get old, you know, if this thing between Alec and me works out. In his room, Alec lowers me to the ground and kisses me until I’m dizzy. He’s so good at kissing, I can’t imagine, despite what Chrissie said way back when, he wouldn’t be an excellent lovemaker.
“I’ve missed you so much, honey.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
Alec unzips my jacket and helps me pull it off. It ends up on the floor at the end of the bed. He steps back then and looks at me from head to toe. “If you knew how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment, you’d blush.”
“You’ve imagined us….” I gesture at him, then me, then back again.
“Hell yes.” He steps closer. “You naked in my bed is a personal favorite.”
He’s imagined me naked?
Weird. I’ve done the same with him.
I just hope he’s not disappointed. There are a lot of lumpy soft bits on me. There’s nary a one on him, I suspect.
Alec reaches for the bottom of my ugly Christmas sweater and starts to lift, but I stop him. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” He’s frowning. “Is this too soon?”
“No. I need to say something first.”
“All right.” His hands are still clutching the bottom of my sweater.
“I love you, Alec.”
“You do?” I swear his voice went up two octaves.
“I do. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Matilda.” We kiss again, but it’s a soft one. He tugs on my sweater. “Can I unwrap you now?”
I laugh and raise my arms above my head as he pulls the sweater up and off. It ends up on top of my jacket. I stare as Alec does the same with his sweater, then his jeans. When he’s there, in only some dark boxers, I do my best not to stare at his man area, but it can’t be helped because it looks like there’s a lot going on in there. I think it’s moving, if that’s possible.
When Alec’s fingers slip into the waistband of my leggings, I stop thinking about his boxers and focus on his lips and hands. I kick away my leggings and am left in a pair of black undies.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Matilda.” He runs a finger over the lace cup of the matching bra. “Love your underwear, baby.”
Thank you, Kimmy.
Alec tugs at the edge of my bra enough to reveal one very excited nipple. “So pretty.” He leans down and swipes his tongue on my hard little nub.
I gasp. “Alec.” Sliding my hands into his hair, I hold him to me and close my eyes so I can just feel what he’s doing. His hands slide past my ribs to my back to unhook my bra. It ends up somewhere; I don’t really care. With one big, warm hand, he cups my left breast as he suckles, licks, and nibbles on my right one.
“Alec.” That seems to be the only word I can say right now.
“Do you like that, Matilda?”
“Yes.” Duh. “Don’t stop.”
“We’re not stopping for two days. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
