Chapter 8
Alec
The second Coco’s lips touch mine, I lose every ounce of control I’ve been clinging to.
I grab her waist and haul her against me, swallowing her gasp as my mouth crashes over hers. Her hands fist in my shirt, and then she’s kissing me back just as hard—hot, hungry, and nothing like the timid kiss she started with.
Fuck.
I slide one hand into her hair and angle her head, taking the kiss deeper. Her lips part beneath mine, our tongues tangling as she presses every soft curve of her body against me. A rough groan tears from my throat.
“Was that you or the television?” Coco asks against my mouth.
“Keep teasing me and find out,” I growl as I nip her bottom lip.
Her bright green eyes flash with challenge. “Is that a threat?”
“A promise.”
I drag her back to me before she can answer.
She tastes sweet, and I can’t get enough of her.
Every kiss makes me want another—harder, deeper, more.
I kiss her until we’re both breathing heavily, until her hands are in my hair and my shirt is twisted in her fists.
Until she swings one leg over my lap and straddles me.
My head falls back against the couch. “Jesus, Coco.”
“What?” she asks innocently, even as she settles over me and rolls her hips.
Pleasure punches through me. My fingers dig into her waist, holding her still before she can do it again.
She looks down at me through lowered lashes, her blonde braid falling over her shoulder. “Is there a problem?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Do I?” She moves again.
“Fuck.”
I surge forward and capture her mouth, kissing away her victorious laugh.
My hands slide over her hips and up her back, pulling her tight against my chest as I devour her.
There’s nothing careful about it now. Nothing measured or controlled.
Just heat and teeth and tongues, the frantic pull of her hands and the desperate need to get closer when there isn’t any space left between us.
Her nails scrape over my scalp, and I shudder.
“Do that again,” I order against her lips.
She does, tugging my hair hard enough to make my cock throb inside my pajama pants.
I drag my mouth down her jaw and bury my face against her neck.
Her head tips back, giving me access, and I take it.
I kiss and suck the sensitive skin beneath her ear while her breath breaks into soft, needy sounds that go straight through me.
“Alec,” she moans.
The way she says my name nearly undoes me.
I grip her hips and turn us, pushing her back into the couch cushions. Her eyes widen, but then her legs immediately wrap around my waist, dragging me down on top of her.
Whatever restraint I had left snaps.
My mouth finds hers again. She arches beneath me, her breasts pressing against my chest as I settle between her thighs. Her pajamas are soft beneath my hands, thin enough that I can feel the heat of her body everywhere we touch.
And we’re touching everywhere.
I rock against her without thinking. Coco gasps into my mouth, her legs tightening around me.
“Too much?” I force myself to ask, even though stopping might actually kill me.
She shakes her head and grips the back of my neck. “Not even close.”
Then she pulls me down and kisses me so fiercely that I forget how to breathe. My hand slides beneath the hem of her shirt. The first touch of her bare skin scorches my palm. I trace the curve of her waist, moving higher until my thumb brushes the edge of her bra.
Coco shivers. “You can touch me,” she pants.
A growl rumbles out of me. “You shouldn’t say things like that when I’m trying to behave.”
“Who asked you to behave?”
I stare down at her. Her lips are swollen from my kisses. Her cheeks are flushed, her golden hair escaping from the braid. She looks wrecked and gorgeous and far too pleased with what she’s doing to me.
“You’re trouble,” I say.
“You like me.”
“Too much,” I agree honestly.
Emotion flickers in her eyes, but it’s gone before I can identify it. She hooks her fingers into my waistband and pulls me closer. I groan as my hard cock presses against her. She rolls her hips beneath me, and sparks shoot down my spine.
I bury my face in her neck, fighting for control. “Coco.”
“Yes?”
“That wasn’t a warning.”
“No.” Her lips brush my ear. “It was encouragement.”
That’s the green light I need.
I lift my head and crush my mouth to hers.
She meets me with the same desperate hunger, clutching at my shoulders while I drive against her again.
The friction is maddening, dulled by two layers of clothing but still enough to have us both panting.
Her hands slide beneath my shirt, fingertips dragging over my back and sending heat racing across my skin.
I want more. I want her shirt gone. I want her under me in my bed. I want to find out what other sounds she makes when I put my mouth on every inch of her, but more than any of that, I want to know this isn’t the last time.
The thought hits me hard enough to break through the haze.
I slow enough to look at her, my chest heaving against hers. Coco’s eyes are dark with desire, her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath.
Tomorrow. I need to see her tomorrow.
I bend to kiss her again, the kiss no less hungry but edged now with something dangerously close to desperation. She clings to me, her body arching into mine as if she hates the idea of this ending as much as I do.
“Tell me I can see you tomorrow before my shift,” I pant against her lips.
“Yes, tomorrow,” she says in a rush, her nose brushing against mine as she nods. “Does that mean you’re done seeing me tonight?”
“I hope not,” I tell her honestly.
Coco pulls back, giving me a sexy smirk, and I almost swallow my tongue. She’s so damn hot. My cock is tenting the front of my pajama pants, and I shake my head as her hand trails down my chest.
“Want to see more of me?” she whispers.
I nod eagerly, pushing her back onto the couch cushions, my body coming down over hers as our lips mold to each other. Her hands tug at my pants, and we both almost roll off the couch trying to strip. It takes all my strength, but I pull away from Coco and push to my feet.
“Where are you going?” she pants.
I smile. “Bedroom. Come on.”
I don’t wait for her. Instead, I bend and scoop her into my arms. She tries to wriggle free as I carry her down the hall and into my room, but I hold her tighter.
She relaxes as I lay her on my bed. I can see her looking around, and I wonder if she notices how bare my place is. It looks like no one lives here, except for maybe the kitchen.
I tug my shirt over my head, and when I let it drop to my feet, I see that I have Coco’s full attention. Her eyes are locked on my chest, and she licks her lips as they follow the trail of hair down, down, down.
“Naked,” I order her.
But she doesn’t move. She watches as I push my pajama pants and boxers down. Then her eyes widen, locked on my hard cock.
“Oh, God,” she chokes out.
I reach down, wrapping my fingers around my length and giving myself a few quick strokes. I’m close to coming, and we haven’t even started yet.
“Coco.” Her bright green eyes shoot to mine. “Strip.” I crawl onto the bed beside her. “Or do you need help?”
Is she having second thoughts?
I’m about to tell her we can stop, that we don’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, when she pulls her pajama top over her head and tosses it onto the floor.
My eyes lock onto her tits. I’m mesmerized watching them bounce and jiggle. It isn’t until she reaches for me that I realize she’s removed her pajama pants and underwear.
Her hot skin presses against mine, and I groan low in my throat.
“So damn hot,” I rasp, my lips finding hers.
I roll her onto her back, kneeing her thighs wider apart so I can settle into the soft V of them. She wraps her ankles around my back instantly, pulling me closer. It’s like we’re on the same page, and she can’t get close enough to me either.
My heart thumps hard against my ribs, and I duck my head so that she can’t read the emotion on my face. My lips press soft kisses down her neck, over the swell of one breast. Coco arches against me, and I moan as I palm her breast, my lips teasing the stiff peak of one nipple.
I want to tell her so much at this moment. That I’m falling hard for her. That she’s my first, and if I have it my way, she’ll be my only. I don’t want her to think I’m just saying that in the heat of the moment, though, so I swallow the words and focus on making her feel good.
I shift, scooting lower as I suck her nipple into my mouth, letting my teeth graze over the sensitive nub.
“Oh!” Coco gasps, her eyes glazing over as she stares down at me.
I lock my eyes with hers and move to her other breast, giving it the same careful attention. In moments, I have Coco writhing beneath me, her fingers tugging at my hair, pulling me closer as my mouth worships her curves.
Her hips are restless, and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. Will she taste like honey? Or maybe strawberries? She always smells like strawberries. It’s probably why I created three different strawberry desserts for the new menu.
I kiss lower, my tongue licking a circle around her belly button as I shoulder her thighs wider apart and settle on my stomach between her legs.
Coco leans up on her elbows, staring down her body at me, and I lick my lips, breaking eye contact to study her sweet pussy. She’s pretty and pink everywhere. I use my fingers to spread her lower lips wider. She shifts, wriggling with need, and I can’t tease her or myself any longer.
I lean forward, taking a long, slow lick up her center. Her sweet strawberries and cream taste hits me, and I’m instantly addicted.
“Alec,” Coco says, her voice wobbly.
“Shh, I’ve got you.”