His throat bobs with a swallow. “Please,” he rasps. “Please, let me?—”
“Yes.”
He pushes forwards. My back arches as he licks a hot line down my cleavage and then upward to mouth at the cups. The wet fabric sticks to the swell of my breast, making me shiver.
“Please,” he says. “Can?—”
“Yes.”
He groans, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. It falls away, and he looks at me. His cheeks are red, his chest rising and falling fast. He looks almost…angry as he surveys me topless.
“Um,” I say. “Everything all right?” My boobs are usually highlights.
He swallows again, then reaches out to cup one of my aching breasts in his hands. “So soft,” he says quietly. “You’re sosoft.I?—”
He breaks off and buries his face in my tits. I gasp, my body electrocuted when he gets one of my nipples between his lips and sucks,hard.
“Oh my God!” I choke, threading my hands through his hair as he tugs and works and teases at my nipple. “Oh…Alec,oh, oh—” He doesn’t stop. Each firm pull sends a shudder down to the core of my belly. My hips start to jolt, and he pins them down with one firm hand, his mouth moving to the other breast.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. I can’t breathe. I’ve never had a man pay this much attention to my breasts before, but Alec is obsessed. The pressure inside me is building as he works the sensitive skin, swirling his tongue over the aching nubs. Soon, I’m writhing underneath him, rubbing up against him, my whole body hot and shivering. It’s an odd kind of torture—not quite enough to make me come, but more than enough to keep ratcheting up my arousal.
“Alec,” I gasp eventually, after several minutes of this. “I get it, you’re a boob guy, but oh my God, please, please, please, I need—” I’m trembling so hard it’s practically convulsive.
“Aye,” he rumbles, grazing his teeth against me. “Aye, give me noises. I want all the noises you gavethem.”
I twist my legs together, desperate for some kind of friction. “Alec,please.”
Finally,finally, he starts moving lower. He sucks a line of kisses down my ribs and my quivering belly, stopping when he reaches my skirt. He looks up at me, panting, a hand gripping each of my thighs.
“I want to keep going,” he tells me.
I nod, trying to catch my breath.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Please. Please, keep going.”
His eyes gleam silver. Slowly, he lifts a hand to his face and takes off his glasses. I watch as he carefully folds them and sets them on the coffee table, his gaze fixed on me.
I melt.
“Lie down,” he tells me. I shift into a better position. He drops to his knees on the rug and wordlessly flips up my skirt. He lifts a finger and traces it down the damp lace of my thong.
“I saw these in the kitchen,” he says softly. “When you picked up the mug.” He slowly strokes my throbbing sex through the fabric, barely touching me. His expression is darkly possessive. “Nearly killed me, Summer.”
I’m so dizzy that it takes me a second to realise what he means. “Oh, no. Did I flash you?”
“Aye,” Alec says quietly. “You did.” Then he yanks the pants off my legs and buries his face in the wet scrap of lace. I watch, open-mouthed, as he inhales deeply. When he pulls away, his eyes are basically black.
“Fuck,” he says roughly. “No. No, I need—” Without another word, he grabs my thigh and slings it over his broad shoulder. I gape, melting back against the sofa cushions as he drives forwards and burrows between my legs.
He’s desperate. I can feel the tension buzzing through his body, theneedcoming off him in waves, as he sucks and licks at me.
“Oh my God,” I babble. “Oh God?—”
He shudders into my thigh. “So good,” he groans, tightening his grip on my legs. “So good.”
I just gasp. I am quickly hurtling towards a record-fast release. I can feel it starting already. Everything is fizzing like champagne. I cover my face with a low sob.
