Blonde hair spills out over my pillow. Her face has more makeup than I’m used to seeing. But God, does she ever look beautiful.
“What are you waiting for?” she eggs me on.
“I want to savor the moment.”
“Can you savor after?”
I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. That full, perfect bottom lip that I can’t wait to taste. To sink my teeth into.
“No. Because I’ll never get to kiss you forrealfor the first time again.”
“You’re killing me, Dec.”
I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Have you always been this impatient?”
“When I want you to kiss me? Yes.”
I kiss the other side of her mouth, just to drive her crazy. Her cheek. The tip of her nose.
Anticipation ripples between us. I drag my free hand down her side. The soft material of her top bunches in my hand.
Holy fuck.
I am going to see Alice naked. Get all this soft, tender skin under my hands. Mark it as my own.
It’s that thought that has me sealing my mouth over hers. A soft gasp escapes as her fingers thread in my hair.
Her lips are soft. So damn soft, so damn perfect, I could live here.
Sucking her bottom lip between mine, she tastes sweet. Like a sugared lemon, no doubt from her drink of choice.
“Declan.”
The sound of her moan goes straight to my cock.
“So damn good, Froggie.”
“More.” Her fingers dig into my back, urging me on. “More, Declan.”
“I know.”
Kissing my way down her neck, I nip and suck on the tender skin there. Rocking back onto my heels, I gather the material of her camisole and push it up, revealing her soft stomach, before taking it all the way off. Her breasts are encased in a strapless bra, and I reach behind her to unfasten it and send it flying to the floor.
“Damn,” I mutter.
My hands have a mind of their own, snaking up the soft skin of her stomach and brushing the underside of her breasts. She arches into my touch.
I swipe my thumb across the tender bud that causes her to dig her teeth into her bottom lip.
“Hurry up, Declan.”
“There will be no rushing of this tonight, Alice.”
Because I want to savor every damn minute of getting to be with her like this. Staring down at her chest, it’s damn near perfect.
I lean over and tug one nipple between my teeth.
“Yes!” she shouts.
