“Alec,” she said, her voice fractured. He wasn’t moving his hands, they only contained her, one around her breast, the other anchoring her hips in place. She wiggled her bottom and his fingers moved, tightening on her nipple. The little pain was glorious and she wiggled again. He increased the pressure and she moaned, her mouth seeking any of his skin. It found his throat and she wet it with her tongue, tasting the clean citrus flavor of him, barely salted.
He moved his hand to her other breast and she arched again as his lips dragged back to hers. Their breathing sounded loud within their velvet enclosure and Lilly wanted to do something with her hands. She wanted to feel him, touch him, please him.
Reaching behind her, she looped her hands around his neck. Her nails dragged against his scalp and his breath caught as he broke the kiss. “Stay like that, Lilly,” he said, his voice strained, the timbre rough. “Just like that, sugar.”
Then he proceeded to drive her mad.
He teased her nipples, plucking and twisting at them until she was rocking in his lap, her range of motion limited by the heavy weight of his other hand. She whimpered and he pressed his cheek to her temple. “What do you need, sugar?”
As if she could say it out loud. Then she didn’t need to, because he used that hand to grasp at the skirt of her dress, yanking it above her panties. Then his fingers slid under elastic and silky fabric to cup her mons. Her craving for his touch doubled and she lifted into this new one. With a minute adjustment, one long finger slid into the groove between her lower lips and he pressed there, even as she felt the gush of her body’s arousal wet his hand.
Embarrassed, she turned her face into his throat and he pressed a kiss to her hair. “Don’t be shy, Lilly. This is what you want. This is what we both have been wanting.”
As if she could deny it, given her shaking thighs and the heated response of her private flesh. But she squeezed her eyes shut all the same, sealing the image of his big hand caressing her.
He teased her layers open with deft touches, moving his fingertips in circles to spread her liquid all over the soft, sensitized flesh. Cool air touched her there and again her inner muscles clenched and released, leaving behind a frustrating emptiness.
She made to move her arms, intending to goad him into something, into more, but he pinched her nipple and made her gasp in a stab of mixed pleasure and pain. “Keep them overhead, sugar,” he commanded. “Right where they are.”
With a muffled sound of agonized frustration, she returned to position. He chuckled, the sound sexy and male. “Here you go,” he said, and slid one long finger inside her, a slow, deliberate possession.
Her eyes half-opened at the absolute sensual thrill of it. “Oh, God,” she whispered, tightening on the intrusion. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as he began moving it in and out, in a rhythm that turned her mad then madder as he added a second finger. The stretch was delicious and she arched, holding him inside her.
He murmured against her temple, phrases and words that barely registered. So hot…so wet…that’s right, sugar, let me add another.
The third finger made her cry out but he shushed her again. You can take this, baby…I know, God, your tight pussy is incredible.
Another time she might have blushed at the blatant carnality, but she was too far gone now, panting with a need she’d never known before as she rocked her hips into the pleasure and burned with the sweetest of scalding fevers.
“Alec,” she pleaded, unable to say more than his name.
He drew out his fingers, drove them inside her again and she arched, goose bumps springing up everywhere and her toes curling. “Alec…please.”
“I can’t wait to get inside this soaked pussy,” he said, his voice rough with promise. “But first I’m gonna send you flying.” Then he touched his thumb to her clit, thrumming across the swollen, pulsing nub.
Lilly’s pleasure shot high then shattered, and she buried her head against his shoulder, her teeth closing over cotton-covered muscle as she rode out the waves of ecstatic release.
Incredible.
Only with the final twitch of her muscles did she remember the awkwardness of this kind of one-sided encounter. With a new flush of embarrassment, she freed the fabric in her mouth, hyper-aware of Alec’s hand still buried between her thighs. They both breathed unsteadily.
“Um…” What could she possibly say? “Your turn?”
“Sugar, I want nothing more than to lie you down, get you naked, and learn everything there is to know about you with my tongue—” He broke off, laughing softly. “Sweet girl, that just made you wet all over again.”
His hand slipped carefully from her body and at her small gasp he soothed her with a soft kiss to her hot cheek. “But we can’t do that here. There’s broken glass everywhere and it’s not exactly private.”
Chagrined, Lilly righted her clothes and quickly clambered to her feet, ignoring her wobbly knees as she fastened her dress’s buttons. “I…” In his arms she’d felt safe and not for a second had she considered someone might stumble upon them. “I’m sorry.” Her face continued to burn.
“No need for sorry, sugar.” Standing, he took her by the hand. “Not when we’re going straight to my room. There, you can make it up to me by divulging all your erotic secrets.”
As he led her out of the building and through the paths to the resort’s lobby, that word echoed in her mind. Secrets. There was that compulsion rising inside her again, to share with him more of herself. What, if in addition to becoming intimate with
