His tongue moves against me with a slow, deliberate pressure that makes my hips jolt. The sound I make is involuntary and loud and not part of any performance. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, holding me still, and there is nothing tentative about this. I reach to touch his hair, half to steady myself and half because I need to be holding ontosomething, and his hand comes up and pins my wrist to the mattress. Gentle. Firm. Not yet.
The ghost of a habit I didn’t know I was still carrying dissolves somewhere in the back of my brain. I’d been ready to perform. There is nothing to perform with Alec. He is already there, already reading every signal my body gives him, and I have nothing to do but feel this.
And God, do I feel it.
His tongue, teasing and tormenting my sensitive flesh. The pressure of his hand on my hip, anchoring me when I start to move. The scratch of his rough jaw against the inside of my thigh. Sensation swamps me, sending warm electric currents radiating outward in slow pulses that keep getting faster and stronger with every stroke of his tongue.
Alec’s grip tightens on my thighs and he presses closer, harder. There is nothing to fake here with him. He is already ahead of me, taking me where I need to be. He’s been leading me here since the moment his mouth touched my skin.
My climax builds fast, spiraling toward a steep crest. When it breaks, a sound tears out of me that I have never heard myself make before. I’m still holding on to Alec’s hair as my hips buck against his face. Pleasure rolls through me in waves that he rides with his mouth and his hands, holding me there while the tremors rock me. When I finally come down, he’s still there, raining soft kisses to my inner thighs and my pussy, his strong hands stroking my hips.
I stare at the ceiling, breathing hard and feeling like I just had the first real orgasm of my life. My pulse is hammering in my ears and my hands are trembling as I let go of his hair and sag back against the bed. My whole body feels like it was taken apart and put back together in a slightly different order.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, panting the words.
I was braced for fine. What Alec just did to me was notfine. It was a revelation.
When I peer at him down the length of my naked body I find him looking back at me, an expression of pure male arrogance on his face. He gives me that rare grin of his, which is devastating enough without seeing his mouth glistening wet from devouring me.
“Holy shit is good, right?”
I moan. “So good.”
He presses a slow kiss to the inside of my thigh. My hip. The dip of my waist. Then he works his way back up my body like he’s got all the time in the world. When his face is level with mine the look in his eyes, smoldering and smug and carrying just enough quiet satisfaction, makes me want to simultaneously hug him and fuck him senseless.
I shake my head, laughing to myself. “All the nights you spent on that couch. What a waste.”
He grunts, smirking down at me. “I was trying to be a gentleman.”
“I am officially, permanently anti-gentleman.” I reach up and trace the line of his jaw with one finger. “Never be a gentleman to me again.”
“You won’t have to tell me that twice.”
His chuckle is low and deep before he lowers his head and kisses me. I can taste myself on him, along with the heat of his desire for me. I suck his tongue into my mouth, hungry and demanding. He’s just made me come harder than anyone before him, but my body apparently has a recovery time of approximately zero seconds where he’s concerned.
He breaks the kiss on an exhaled curse. “Stay there. Do not move.”
I hold up my hands in surrender as he moves off the bed and pads into the bathroom. Soft rifling sounds carry towardme before he emerges again, holding a square foil packet in his fingers. Condom. Right. Logistics.
I arch a brow at him. “I thought you said you didn’t come to Barbados looking to get laid.”
He smiles. “I didn’t, but I’m a safety guy. It’s my job to cover every contingency.”
“In that case, lucky me.”
Placing the condom packet between his teeth, he shucks off his pants and boxer briefs while I watch, mesmerized. I knew from that first morning when I woke up with his morning erection wedged between my ass cheeks that Alec was well-endowed but seeing him in the flesh—literally—is a whole other thing. My mouth actually waters. My pussy is equally impressed.
He tears open the condom, fumbling with the wrapper in a way that’s just as endearing as it is sexy. His fingers aren’t quite steady, and it only makes me want him even more. This controlled, precise man whose hands are shaking. Because of me.
He settles over me and I shift my hips to find the angle, and my knee bumps his ribs in a way that is not remotely sexy, not even a little bit smooth, and extremely on brand for a woman who once knocked his coffee into his lap on an airplane.
“Sorry.” I wince.
His laughter huffs warmly against my neck. “You’re a hazard.”
“You knew that when you signed up.”
Our banter dissolves into a kiss that starts soft and opens slow, his mouth warm against mine, his hand cradling the back of my head. Then he’s pushing into me and the breath leaves my lungs in a long, shaky exhale against his shoulder.
