With his tongue.
She gasped.
“Hypothetically? Hypothetically, I’d untuck the edge of that towel and let it fall to your feet. Then I’d lift you onto the counter, spread your legs, and feast.”
She didn’t say anything, but when he trailed kisses up her neck, the flutter of her pulse gave away at least some of her thoughts.
“Isn’t that icky?” she whispered.
“No.”
“Does it involve sticking anything inside of me?”
“No.”
“Or biting?”
“No.”
“Won’t dinner get cold?”
“I can reheat it. Or pick up a fresh order. Or cook from scratch.”
Was she actually saying yes to his crazy suggestion?
“Then I guess you could try it.” She bit her lip. “But if I say stop, you have to stop, okay?”
In that moment, he saw the child in her, the scared little girl who’d been abused by a predator from her own family. That alone made his dick soften, and instead of lifting Alexa onto the counter, he wrapped her up in a hug.
“I’ll always stop if you want me to. You hold all the power.”
“Sometimes…sometimes, it doesn’t feel that way.”
Years had passed since he saw a chink this wide in Alexa’s armour, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of it.
“We don’t have to do this now.”
“I’d rather just get it over with. It’s not as if I’ll enjoy it.”
She made it sound like such a chore that he chuckled against her hair.
“It won’t be that bad.”
“Oh, you think?” she muttered and wriggled free of his arms. The towel fell open as she hopped onto the counter, and Nolan turned to granite again.
“Ow, it’s freezing,” she squeaked as she lay back on the cool marble and gave an exaggerated shiver.
“You’ll be grateful for that later.”
Alexa had high, firm breasts, each one a perfect handful, with pink nipples that hardened into peaks whether she liked it or not. She trimmed but didn’t wax, and he was relieved to see the blonde curls because he didn’t need her looking any younger. He took a moment to gaze appreciatively at what she normally kept hidden.
“Are you just going to stare, or…?”
“Yeah, I am.”
The tan lines said she’d spent time on a beach somewhere, and he pictured her lying on a towel on white sand, undoubtedly with a laptop beside her and Chase hovering in the background. The biggest surprise was the tattoo. A tiny jellyfish, low enough on her stomach that even if she was wearing a bikini, you wouldn’t see it. He traced it with a fingertip.
“I lost a bet with Jez, okay?”
