He followed her gaze, his voice low and sexy. “You want candy, sugar?”
Eek.
“I can give you candy.” He prowled toward her, a smile ghosting his lips.
Lilly considered retreating, actually, literally, running from him, but her feet seemed rooted to the floor. Maybe it was because Audra’s advice still hung in her mind—that regrets weren’t something to avoid.
“I can make you feel so good,” Alec said in a voice oozing with dark promise. He got close enough to draw the back of his hand down the side of her face. Goose bumps rushed down her neck and her nipples pricked up, already weighing in on the idea.
“You won’t have to do anything at all, not even think. Just feel me, Lilly. Just feel me and you.”
Not thinking. Now there was an offer she found hard to refuse. It seemed like that’s all she’d been doing the past days, thinking about Audra’s pain, thinking about the ever-present demands of her relatives, thinking about the Thatchers’ loss of a beloved son, thinking about how she couldn’t seem to tame this wild attraction she had for the one right now looking at her with such intent.
Already she was swaying toward him, her body seeking the heat of his, seduced by the idea of an interlude of feeling, no thinking required. Hadn’t it been like that with him before?
She put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself and felt the deep tremor that went through him. It was that reaction to her touch that set the match to the desire pouring into her system.
His head bent over hers as if sensing her capitulation. “That’s right, sugar,” he said, his breath against her lips making them tingle. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
That took more time that she expected. While he was kissing her, his mouth slow and coaxing, his hands were busy, finding ways to her bare flesh. Before she was naked he’d touched her everywhere, her breasts swollen and aching from the way he scissored long fingers around her nipples inside her bra, tugging and twisting lightly until she was moaning against his lips, her tongue pushing into his mouth.
He sucked it inside wet heat and then found her own using a sneaky hand that worked its way beneath her loosened jeans and then her panties, the sensation of his hot palm on her cheeks making her clutch at him, going woozy with arousal. Popping up on her tiptoes, she allowed him easier access and shuddered as one long finger slid inside her.
Just like that, she was on the brink, her hips tilting, sensation gathering low in her belly, a tightening spiral that promised gratification. Tearing his mouth from hers, he laughed, his lips against her hot ear. “You’re gonna come that easy, baby?”
She refused to be ashamed by the idea. He wasn’t the only one with a long dry spell before this week. “Yes.”
Laughing again, he stripped down her pants and panties, flung her shirt and bra to the floor, then he had her against him again, her bare limbs pressed to his clothed body. He was hot and hard and she writhed against him, pressing herself to the rough front of his jeans as his hands ran down her back to cup her bottom.
“Show me,” he demanded, his fingers trailing a shivery path along her cleft and around to the place where she was wet and swollen for him. “Show me how fast you can come for me.”
The ascent took seconds, but the flight was joyful, weightless, a long bliss of rippling pleasure. She was still quivering with aftershocks when he laid her on the cool sheets. His gaze on her, he took off his own garments and she watched his lean, powerful body emerge from the cloth. Her arousal went from satisfied to simmering again as he palmed his erection, stiff and flushed.
“Let me see,” he said, nodding down at her. “Spread your legs for me, Lilly.”
On a shiver, she did as he ordered, knowing he would find her soft and ready for him there, the flesh pulsing and eager for his penetration. His arm reached toward the bedside table and he found something in the drawer there.
“A condom,” she said, surprised, remembering the lack of them before.
“Yeah.” He rolled it over himself with a practiced efficiency that embarrassed her to find so exciting. More goose bumps, prickling her scalp this time and scattering down her back. She squirmed against the sheets.
Alec caught his breath, his gaze burning with new lust. “Fuck, Lilly, you’re so damn sexy.”
She lifted her arms to him, needing to be held. “And you’re too far away.”
Then it was all he promised and more. Feeling. More feeling. No thoughts intruding on the decadent sensation of hot skin sliding against hot skin, of heavy muscle pressing against delicate bones, of masculine power finding its balance in the gentle sway of female surrender.
Lilly did that—surrender to Alec, because he was mastering her with long, drugging kisses and the slow drag of his hands over every inch of her body. He bent to worship her breasts, his touch reverent until it wasn’t when he drew the tips into his mouth and sucked so hard she arched from the sheets, crying out, lifting into him to offer more, more, all.
Her fingers dug into his back, feeling the long planes of heavy muscle there, testing them with her nails until he grunted and fed on her harder, opening his mouth to take in more of the round flesh as his tongue licked and flicked at her nipple.
She thought she might die of sensation. Yet she begged for more of it, with soundless demands from her hips and hands, with the moans she tried swallowing down but escaped anyway. Alec moved up to taste them, sipping them from between her lips as his fingers trailed down to the place left open by her wantonly splayed thighs. She was shaking,
