I opened my mouth, and Alistair slid his fingers inside. My eyes snapped shut, and I moaned when the flavor of the two of us hit my tongue. This was one of the most erotic sexual experiences I’d ever had—and it was a one-time thing.
Alistair slowly withdrew his fingers, and when I opened my eyes, he smiled down at me. “You liked that, huh?” he asked with a dreamy lopsided grin.
“Let’s just say this has awakened a lot of things in me.”
He laughed before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’m glad I could make you feel good. Now where can I find your towels?”
Such a gentleman.
“They’re in the bathroom, on the shelf to the left.”
With a heavy grunt, he climbed off the bed and strutted,nude, into the bathroom.
He was so hot.
His personality, his body, his skills in the bedroom—all of it was perfect. And tomorrow, he was leaving.
Alistair carried two towels over to the bed, and I forced myself to give him a little smile.
We’d just had mind-blowing sex. I didn’t want to dwell on the fact that he was leaving tomorrow. I wanted to enjoy the time we had left.
“Spread those legs, sweetheart,” he requested and gingerly wiped me clean. “Now lift your hips for me.”
I propped myself up on my elbows and thrust my pelvis forward, earning a little smile from him. He carefully spread a clean towel out underneath me to cover any mess we’d left on the bed.
When he was done, he threw the dirty towel in the hamper and climbed back into bed with me.
“Is this okay?” he asked, snuggling behind me so that I was the little spoon.
“This is more than okay,” I answered.
It was the most content I’d felt in a long time.
I inhaled deep whiffs of his sage and pine scent, hoping my sheets would smell like him tonight because tomorrow they’d be going in the wash.
Wiggling closer, I could feel the press of his stiff sheath against my backside.
Twenty times a day.
It was a shame we didn’t have more time.
EIGHT
ALISTAIR
I make the best and most out of everything that comes my way.
“It’s getting late,” I said, trailing two fingers along the curve of Pam’s breast.
“I know.” She turned towards me, running her hands through my chest hair and snuggling closer. “I just don’t want you to go.”
“I wish I didn’t have to, but I don’t want Chai to worry.”
Pam nodded.
“I’m going to miss you,” I admitted, kissing the top of her head. My fucking chest ached at the very thought of leaving her, at the idea that this was the end of us.
“I’m going to miss you too. So much.”
