“You be a good girl and just do as your told and we’ll both get our rewards.”
Her eyes flared wide at that and he surrendered to his laugh. “Are you truly this serious? Do you think this much all the time, Lilly?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Then I have a challenge,” he answered, lowering his voice. “To make it so that you can’t think at all.”
He recalled the lack of condoms and considered, briefly, calling down to the front desk to have some delivered. Figuring Lilly might cut and run at that and the ensuing delay, he urged her closer with one hand at her hip. He slid his leg between hers.
Then he kissed her, a delicate sip at her mouth that quickly turned ravenous. Damn, she did this to him, her taste, her pink little tongue turning him greedy and his hands hard. He clutched at her dress, yanking up the skirt with desperate handfuls so he could jerk the stretchy fabric over her head.
The action forced up her arms and he halted when the garment was tangled at her wrists. His gaze drank her in like this, at his mercy, and though he’d thought he’d been kidding her about being an assertive badass, her creamy limbs and heaving breasts brought out the animal in him. He drew in a harsh breath and lifted his gaze to her face, her mouth swollen, her eyelids half-mast.
“How many vowels are in the alphabet?” he asked, testing.
She blinked rapidly. “Five,” she said, after a moment. “Six if you count ‘y.’”
“Still able to think.” He twisted the material of her dress so it was tighter around her wrists. “We can’t have that.”
Her arms remained overhead as he slid down her body, burying his face between her breasts to breathe in the silken, perfumed flesh. He nuzzled there, even as she squirmed beneath his weight. Then he shifted to close his mouth over the delicate peak pressing through the thin fabric of her bra.
Instantly, her hips thrust upward, but he contained them by pushing down as he stroked and sucked, wetting her bra with his tongue so when he lifted his head her nipple stood high and stiff and her breasts quivered. He moved to the other side, giving that second sweet morsel his full attention, reveling in the feel of her trembling beneath him.
Little sounds came from her throat, half-moans and half-whimpers and he smiled against her soft breast, wanting to steep her in sensation.
Spoil her, he decided. That was his goal. Spoil her with kisses and caresses and make her mindless with need for him.
He sucked harder, and she bucked against him, making a newly urgent sound that ratcheted up his own lust. His cock was aching and he couldn’t help but press it against her thigh, rubbing there in short strokes.
“Alec,” she said, low as a groan, and he moved his mouth to her neck.
She arched, so accommodating, and he kissed her there, sucked there too, fucking glad to think of the small bruise he might leave behind.
Yeah, a beast he was, happy to mark her.
“Alec,” she said again and he glanced up, the sight of her arms manacled by his hand and her dress just another turn-on. Maybe two years of celibacy had kinked his sexuality a little.
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I need to touch you.”
“Mm-hmm.” He bent his head to lick across her collarbone. “How many reindeer pull Santa’s sleigh?”
A beat of silence. “Thirteen. No! Nine,” she said, with a touch of triumph. “Counting Rudolph.”
Clucking his tongue, he lifted his head again. “Baby, I know good girls are always striving for the best grades, but this time you don’t want to pass the test.”
She looked adorably confused and he laughed again. “Now you keep your hands right where I have them and I’ll get down to the dirty work of making you forget everything…including your own name.”
His big fist squeezed her hands together and then he slid lower on her body. He licked across her ribs and felt her hold her breath as he whirled his tongue in the narrow indent of her navel. His fingers found the front clasp of her bra and he unfastened it as he peppered her flat belly with kisses, then peeled the cups from her flesh.
His good girl remained in the position he’d placed her, fingers entwined near the headboard, and he murmured praise as he slid her panties down her legs. “Oh, God,” he said, his hand fisting the damp material as he stared at the glistening pinkness between her thighs. “You’re so beautiful.” How could he have spent two years away from this?
But no other woman could be as tempting, as lovely, as Lilly Durand, who made a muffled sound of thrilled want as he insinuated himself between her thighs, pushing them open with the flat of his palms. She was breathing hard, and her muscles tensed as he lowered his mouth to her.
His tongue grazed over her flesh.
She whimpered, and the sound shot heat through his bloodstream. His cock felt as big as a bat and so sensitive even the cotton of his boxers felt abrasive. Still, he rubbed his crotch against the mattress in time with the short strokes of his tongue on her pleated flesh, her juices spilling onto his tongue so he was drunk with the taste of her.
He feasted on her, his mouth opening her labia to explore all the smooth inner surfaces. Even with his hands on her hips, she was lifting into him, and he loved the wet of her on his mouth, his chin, his cheeks. He was steeped in her.
And her flavor and her response to him was taking him so damn high. His balls had swelled and hugged the base of his dick and he knew what that meant. Forcing his face from her, he looked up, trying to stave off the inevitable.
But at her blissed-out expression, his cock twitched in painful, gleeful anticipation. Her eyes opened and she ran her tongue along her full bottom lip.
Fucking
