I closed my eyes and breathed in citrus and a trace of clean, masculine sweat. He cupped my face, tilting my head back to give himself better access to my mouth. I plastered myself against him, whimpering at the delicious friction between our bodies.
My nipples rubbed his hard chest and desire skittered down my spine and pooled in my pelvis. He ground into me. I could feel the hard bulge of his cock where it pressed against my pussy.
Then, all of a sudden, he tore away from me. His mouth hung open, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes stared into mine, his pupils blown out, black bleeding into the brown of his irises.
“I think we have chemistry,” he said. “Don’t you?”
I blinked at him, momentarily uncertain what he was talking about until I recalled our earlier conversation. A giggle burst from me, unbidden. “Maybe just a little.”
He drew in a slow, steady breath, visibly trying to calm himself. Against my will, I found my gaze drawn to the tented front of his shorts.
“So, shall we lie down and talk?” he asked.
For a few seconds, I didn’t think he was serious, but his expression didn’t waver. He was really willing to stop right now if I wasn’t interested in going further.
My heart warmed. I’d always known Alec was a good guy, always wondered how on earth he was single, and now he was proving that I hadn’t been wrong to think that way.
My tongue darted out, tasting a little of his coffee on my lips. “What if I feel like doing something else?”
Impossibly, his eyes darkened further. “Like what?”
“Like…seeing where all of this chemistry goes.”
Even from a kiss, I knew that we could be combustible together. I wanted to experience that, and I wanted it now.
He shifted slightly closer. “What do you want, cocobug? I need you to say it. Do you want my tongue on your sweet little pussy? Do you want my cock deep inside you? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
My pussy throbbed in response to his hot words.
I bit my lower lip and my cheeks heated. I wasn’t ashamed of my sexual appetite, but I wasn’t usually much of a dirty talker either.
“I want you to make me come,” I told him, knowing that my face must be a furious shade of scarlet.
His nostrils flared, and he grabbed me by the hips. “Done. Do you have any limits?”
“No. I trust you.”
He paused, his dark eyes locked on mine. “I won’t let you down.”
He grabbed my waistband and peeled the layer off, baring me except for a pair of pink panties. He knelt and, before I had time to feel self-conscious, he buried his face in the vee of my thighs. Heat blasted through me.
I stared down at his dark hair, stunned. He mouthed me through my panties, stimulating my clit, providing the sexiest sight of my life.
His fingers hooked in the sides of my panties, and he edged them down, bit by bit, revealing more of me until my lower half was nude in front of him.
“God, this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
His tongue delved between my thighs, licking down my center, driving me crazy in the best way.
Suddenly, he rose to his feet and swept me into his arms, lifting me clean off the floor.
I gasped and clutched at him. “What are you doing?”
None of my lovers had ever lifted me before. That said, none had been as muscular as Alec either. He deposited me on the bed, lowered himself between my thighs, and got to work erasing my memories of any other men who’d gone down on me.
It was like my pleasure turned him on. Any time he licked or touched me in a way I liked, he seemed to know and doubled down.
My thoughts grew fuzzy, my mind pleasantly hazy. All of my senses were consumed by him. The sight of his gorgeous face each time he raised it to meet my eyes, the smell of sex in the air, the sound of his tongue in my wetness, and the vibrations of his groans against my tender flesh.
