Chapter 35 - Summer
THIRTY-FIVE
SUMMER
Idon’t even think. I just nod.
My thoughts completely shut off as Alec wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pins me up against the sofa cushions, and kisses me hard.
Just…nothing. Blackness. Just heat and warmth and sparking-hot pleasure.
His body is hot and heavy, and his strong muscles press me into the soft couch cushions as his lips move over mine, taking me in possessive strokes.
He tastes of coffee and fresh air, and it’s such an intoxicating combination that I can barely breathe.
Then, as fast as it began, he pulls away. I stare at him. My skin is hot under my clothes. The fireplace crackles a few feet away. In her pen, Crumpet rustles a bit.
Alec’s breathing hard, his shoulders heaving. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice strangled. His eyes are black, his cheeks flushed. “I shouldn’t have…”
“Shouldn’t you?” I squeak. His hand is still on my neck. I like it.
His thumb strokes over my pulse. “Your heart is going so fast.” His face darkens. “You’re scared of me.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.” He pulls back, frown deepening. “You ran out of here earlier like you were being chased. You’re always nervous around me. Shit. I’m so sorry.” He tugs at his hair.
“Alec,” I interrupt quickly. “I’m not scared of you. You’re just…” I struggle to find the words. “A lot. So authoritative. It’s imposing. But not scary.” I dare to reach out and place a hand on his bare chest. “I swear.”
He looks down at my hand on his skin. “Good,” he murmurs. “Good. I can’t have you scared.” He still doesn’t seem convinced. I know I have to make the next move here, so I lean forwards for another kiss, feeling timid.
He makes a low rumbling noise of pleasure and immediately pulls me closer, crushing me against his chest. He’s firm and commanding, holding me tightly and securely in his arms as he takes what he wants.
Mine, his kisses seem to say as his mouth finds mine again and again and again in firm, hot strokes.
I kiss him back, and he grunts in approval, pulling me onto his lap. I feel his hardening length against my belly.
Jesus.
I shouldn’t be doing this, I realise dimly as he starts to press a line of frantic kisses down my throat. I should pull away. I’m already sleeping with Fraser and Cameron, for God’s sake. I can’t possibly want Alec as well.
But I do.
I want him. Need is dragging me to him like a magnet. As his hot mouth trails lower and reaches the neckline of my shirt, I grasp his hair. “Take it off,” I manage.
He turns to stone underneath me. For a moment, I think I’ve gone too far. His jaw works. “You’re sure?” he rasps eventually.
I nod, heart thudding. He closes his eyes briefly, then he fists a hand in my top, tugs it right off me, and tosses it across the room. His eyes are all pupil as he looks at me.
His throat bobs with a swallow. “Please,” he rasps. “Please, let me—”
“Yes.”
He pushes forwards. My back arches as he licks a hot line down my cleavage and then upward to mouth at the cups. The wet fabric sticks to the swell of my breast, making me shiver.
“Please,” he says. “Can—”
“Yes.”
He groans, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. It falls away, and he looks at me. His cheeks are red, his chest rising and falling fast. He looks almost…angry as he surveys me topless.
“Um,” I say. “Everything all right?” My boobs are usually highlights.
He swallows again, then reaches out to cup one of my aching breasts in his hands. “So soft,” he says quietly. “You’re so soft. I—”
He breaks off and buries his face in my tits. I gasp, my body electrocuted when he gets one of my nipples between his lips and sucks, hard.
“Oh my God!” I choke, threading my hands through his hair as he tugs and works and teases at my nipple.
“Oh…Alec, oh, oh—” He doesn’t stop. Each firm pull sends a shudder down to the core of my belly.
My hips start to jolt, and he pins them down with one firm hand, his mouth moving to the other breast.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. I can’t breathe.
I’ve never had a man pay this much attention to my breasts before, but Alec is obsessed.
The pressure inside me is building as he works the sensitive skin, swirling his tongue over the aching nubs.
Soon, I’m writhing underneath him, rubbing up against him, my whole body hot and shivering.
It’s an odd kind of torture—not quite enough to make me come, but more than enough to keep ratcheting up my arousal.
“Alec,” I gasp eventually, after several minutes of this. “I get it, you’re a boob guy, but oh my God, please, please, please, I need—” I’m trembling so hard it’s practically convulsive.
“Aye,” he rumbles, grazing his teeth against me. “Aye, give me noises. I want all the noises you gave them.”
I twist my legs together, desperate for some kind of friction. “Alec, please.”
Finally, finally, he starts moving lower. He sucks a line of kisses down my ribs and my quivering belly, stopping when he reaches my skirt. He looks up at me, panting, a hand gripping each of my thighs.
“I want to keep going,” he tells me.
I nod, trying to catch my breath.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Please. Please, keep going.”
His eyes gleam silver. Slowly, he lifts a hand to his face and takes off his glasses. I watch as he carefully folds them and sets them on the coffee table, his gaze fixed on me.
I melt.
“Lie down,” he tells me. I shift into a better position. He drops to his knees on the rug and wordlessly flips up my skirt. He lifts a finger and traces it down the damp lace of my thong.
“I saw these in the kitchen,” he says softly. “When you picked up the mug.” He slowly strokes my throbbing sex through the fabric, barely touching me. His expression is darkly possessive. “Nearly killed me, Summer.”
I’m so dizzy that it takes me a second to realise what he means. “Oh, no. Did I flash you?”
“Aye,” Alec says quietly. “You did.” Then he yanks the pants off my legs and buries his face in the wet scrap of lace. I watch, open-mouthed, as he inhales deeply. When he pulls away, his eyes are basically black.
“Fuck,” he says roughly. “No. No, I need—” Without another word, he grabs my thigh and slings it over his broad shoulder. I gape, melting back against the sofa cushions as he drives forwards and burrows between my legs.
He’s desperate. I can feel the tension buzzing through his body, the need coming off him in waves, as he sucks and licks at me.
“Oh my God,” I babble. “Oh God—”
He shudders into my thigh. “So good,” he groans, tightening his grip on my legs. “So good.”
I just gasp. I am quickly hurtling towards a record-fast release. I can feel it starting already. Everything is fizzing like champagne. I cover my face with a low sob.
“Aye,” Alec growls approvingly into me. “Good girl. Come for me, sweetheart.”
I’m about to do just that when the front door swings open.