We kiss leisurely, nibbling on each other, tasting each other, and it’s not long before I can feel his growing desire pressing against me. Inching back on his lap, I slip my hands inside his underwear, sighing in his ear when I feel how much he wants me again.
And this time, I’m going to do this my way. I climb off his lap, crawling down between his knees. His eyes darken as he watches me slide my hand around his hard length and moisten my lips. I’m aching to have him in my mouth, to taste him. Hell, I’ve imagined it enough times.
“Alex,” he says, his voice rough like sandpaper. “You don’t have to do that.”
I gaze up at him hungrily. “I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Then I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the tip of him, savoring his salty taste.
“Ohhh,” he growls, threading a hand into my hair. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you doing this?”
I giggle, heat blossoming low in my belly as I stroke my hand up and down, admiring the impressive shape and size of him.
“Especially after what you told me at New Year’s.”
“What?” I lift my hand off him and lean back. “What did I tell you at New Year’s?”
A low laugh rumbles from his chest. “That’s right, you don’t remember.” His eyes glitter as he reaches down and wraps a big hand around himself, stroking gently, his gaze still fixed on me. I let out a pant at the sight of it, feeling my thighs quiver.
“You told me you wanted to get down on your knees in front of me.” His mouth tips into a sexy grin. “You didn’t finish the sentence, but when you stared at my crotch and licked your lips, it was pretty obvious.”
“Oh God.” I raise a hand to my hot face, grimacing. “Did I really say that? Shit, and then I didn’t do it, did I? No wonder you were angry.”
He barks out a laugh. “That’s not why I was angry. I’m pretty sure you would have done it if I’d let you.”
I glance away in shame, but he reaches out and takes my chin, tilting my face back towards his.
“I was angry because I liked you and the next day you pushed me away. I just wanted to be with you.”
I smile, reaching forward to slide my hand around him again. His head drops back against the headboard and he groans on an exhale.
“Did that turn you on?” I murmur.
“What?”
“Me saying that to you, on New Year’s.”
“Uh, yes. Do you know how hard it was to walk away from you that night? It nearly killed me. As soon as I got home, I had no choice…” He shrugs, like it’s no big deal and he did this often. Well, apparently he did—and fuck. Heat shoots through me, burning intense at the meeting of my thighs.
“Maybe this will make up for it.”
I lean down, lowering my mouth over his thick length, and all the air rushes out of his lungs. He drops his hands to my head, but not to push me—just to feel me move up and down over him. I draw him into my mouth, one hand wrapped around the base, sliding my tongue up and down. I take my time, savoring everything: the taste of him, the shape and feel of him, the way he keeps breathing my name, the way I can tell he’s trying to hold back. And that little grunting, panting sound he’s making, the way he’s tugging on my hair—God, I want him again.
I stop, leaning back to glance up at him. And before I can do anything, he swings a leg over me, breathing hard as he tucks himself back into his underwear. He hauls me against him, crushing his lips to mine before pushing me up the bed, against the headboard.
“Your turn, dirty girl.”
I give a self-conscious giggle. “Dirty girl?”
“Mm-hm.” He leans over me, lowering his lips to my ear, rubbing his beard against my cheek. “The way you asked me to fuck you earlier? You’re nothing like the sweet girl I thought you were.”
Color floods my cheeks. “Well, I’m still—”
“Alex, I’m just teasing,” he says with a grin. “I loved it.” He lowers himself to his elbows in front of me, sliding his hands up my thighs. “But I want to taste you, now.”
“Oh.” I clamp my legs together. “No, not now.”
His brow furrows in confusion. “Are you serious? I didn’t expect you to be shy.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“You don’t like it?”
I snort. “God, no. It’s not that either. It’s just… can we wait until we’re back home and I’ve had a chance to, er, tidy up?”
“Oh.” He chuckles, moving to sit beside me at the headboard. “You know I don’t care.”
“I know. But I feel kind of self-conscious.”
His shoulders slump with disappointment. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
“Okay. But as soon as we’re home, you’re putting those legs over my shoulders.”
I give a grunt at the thought, skating my palm up his muscular thigh. He leans over to kiss me again, and I inch my hand closer to the bulge threatening the cotton of his boxer-briefs.
“But, um,” I say, feeling a bit uncertain, “can we—you know, are you still in the mood to…”
“What? Have sex again?”
I give him a little nod.
“Fuck yes.” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Don’t ever ask me again. I can assure you, the answer will always be yes.”
I kick my underwear off, giggling, drunk on lust—on him. I wait as he rolls on a condom, then I climb onto his lap and ease him inside me again. We both moan at how good it feels.
“Alex,” he murmurs into my shoulder, his teeth nipping at my skin. “You know I’m crazy about you, right? I haven’t been crazy about anybody in a long time.”
Elation rolls through my chest in a wave, lifting my heart, making
